CHAPTER 429: CHAPTER 281: THE BLACK TECHNOLOGY OF THOUSAND MECHANISM PAVILION_2

Ties of Sentiment.

As long as one’s name is on it, when the Song Family calls for help, the person will sense it, no matter where they are.

As for whether they come to help or not, that entirely depends on their sentiment.

After all, it’s about sentiment, not coercion.

The new page of this Ties of Sentiment already has many names, all of them loose cultivator eccentrics that Song Chang has befriended and supported after taking over the family affairs.

[Xiao Yan, Fang Han, Ye Fan, Shi Hao, Li Feiyu, Bai Xiaochun, Wang Lin...]

No particular reason, upon meeting them, Song Chang’s instincts just told him that this group of people would certainly be extraordinary in the future.

...

Thousand Mechanism Pavilion’s Reception Room.

Zhang Ze looked at this unexpected visitor in front of him, listening to Song Chang’s apology for the previous surveillance, he sighed lightly.

’Where’s the part where villains act up before the sect’s grand competition as promised?’

’Why are you being so honest? Who’s going to make up for the emotional value I’m missing here?’

Of course, Zhang Ze was just thinking to himself and didn’t verbalize these odd remarks.

Actually, the Song Family is also very important to the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion. Currently, the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion and Zhendong Trading Company have no connections or trade routes in the West Continent.

If they wish to do business in the West Continent, cooperating with the Song Family would be more effective than with Medicine King Valley.

After all, a certain Valley Master’s reputation over in the West Continent is somewhat dubious.

"Brother Song is frank, I’ve already understood. There’s no problem with this cooperation on my end, but as for the specifics, I have no say." Zhang Ze shook his head and said.

He wasn’t declining, it’s just that Zhang Ze has recently been caught by his mother-in-law to meditate in seclusion for the peace of the Four Continents. After exiting seclusion, he found himself against the world, and he really knows nothing.

Dan Dan is over at Junior Sister’s Xinhe United Victory, while Lily is determined to win the championship at the Qinghe Association.

Both of them are guarding against him as if he’s a thief, and all the new products are being kept as secret weapons.

But Song Chang misunderstood Zhang Ze’s meaning and continued to be candid.

"Brother Zhang, please look, this is my Song Family’s Hundred Crafts Chart..."

Looking at the overly honest Song Chang, Zhang Ze waved his hand, "Forget it, come with me first."

Zhang Ze led the way and took Song Chang to the back mountain of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion. As soon as he crossed a white line, he saw a golden whirlwind rushing over, bouncing around Zhang Ze.

Maomao had a sign hanging around its neck.

[No Snooping on Our Military Intelligence]

Zhang Ze spread his hands, "That’s how it is. There’s some conflict at home right now, so I really can’t discuss the specifics, and I truly don’t know what new things we have."

Song Chang looked at that big dog, unsure about the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion’s tactics.

This seems like an excuse, sounds like child’s play, but because it’s so absurd, it seems true...

"Since Brother Zhang puts it this way, I’ll wait a few more days." Song said.

A few days later, the Qinghe Association began, the curtain that covered the whole plain was removed, and Song Chang was able to see the new things Zhang Ze talked about.

"Sir, is the Qinghe Association like this?" The second master of the Song Family opened his mouth, walking through this newly arisen city.

"Probably, but it didn’t used to be like this." Song Chang was also a bit confused.

This Qinghe Association seems overly new, leaving most people a bit at a loss.

The entire big city was designed in the shape of a lotus flower.

Several flower petal-shaped pavilions housed arenas, each with individually set environments capable of switching freely between the five elements, instantly generating various independent terrains.

Outside the pavilion, many crystal stone screens were set up in the air and on street squares.

When the time comes, the competitions within the pavilions will be broadcast live. Watching cultivators only need to use a set spell to dial in with the corresponding crystal stone screen.

Receive live broadcasts in real time, and also choose the corresponding commentary.

If you’re a lazy dog, you can purchase a Qinghe series limited edition little walnut and watch each match’s live broadcast from bed.

Of course, the best experience is to watch it live, as you can be a bloodthirsty spectator.

...

On the commentary stage.

Wang Buyu looked at Li Guanqi, "Does this make sense?"

Li Guanqi fiddled with that thing called a microphone, confirmed it wasn’t on, then shook his head at Wang, "This doesn’t make sense, where’s that little brat Zhang Ze?"

Wang Buyu sighed, "He’s at another pavilion, and he asked me to pass you a message."

"What message?" Li Guanqi asked.

"He said he’s currently representing the Sword Sect in battle, so as the commentator and host, you should avoid contact with contestants to prevent any gossip that might affect the Sword Sect’s reputation." Wang Buyu took out a small note and read.

Li Guanqi, "..."

You can’t blame old Li for being upset, because the position of the elder outside the Qinghe meeting venue used to be a coveted job, the kind that a bunch of old folks would fight over.

Back then, this kind of sparring format was elegant, full of mood and Zen.

On the banks of the Qinghe, with willows gently swaying, a group of immortal cultivators in white floated by. Three or five friends sat in groups, sipping tea and drinking wine.

Above the clouds, Elders from various sects gathered together, observing the prodigies sparring and practicing martial arts in the field.

And they would occasionally comment a few words, or brag with old friends around them, saying things like this is so-and-so’s disciple, that kid I taught him a few cultivation techniques, your granddaughter might look good with him, and so on.

After the martial arts practice, they could also say a few formulaic words, comment and guide the young people, and if they encountered promising seedlings, even bestow some opportunities upon them or take them under their wing.

In short, this was supposed to be a very relaxed and ostentatious affair.

But now, with Zhang Ze’s handling, it seems a bit pointless.