Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 426 Hey! It's past three! Time for some tea!
Fukihime wasn't asking casually; a voice in her 'mind' had been repeating this thing over and over.

[Delicious Apa Tea] [The best one from 1982] [Tea, tea, tea, tea.]

This kind of auditory hallucination has happened before, and it usually happens when a little fujoshi's ramblings are received by a big fujoshi.

At its furthest, Fu Ji could even hear herself, far away in the North, muttering about how mushrooms grow white and how she eats them raw while watching little people.

Generally speaking, this kind of thing does not cause any trouble for Fuhime's life.

After all, Fu Ji doesn't have a brain in the normal sense, nor does she have that so-called Dao Heart or anything like that, plus she has an almost infinite number of processing threads that are constantly being updated and iterated.

These are just my own crazy ramblings, which are almost always drowned out by more crazy ramblings and mutterings as soon as they appear.

As long as you are abnormal enough, then you are normal enough.

But I've never encountered a situation so clear, so unavoidable.

"You really don't know what Apacha is?" Fuki asked again.

“I’ve never heard of Apacha.” Lily, who wasn’t a biology expert, shook her head.

"Xiao Qin, what about you?" Fu Ji asked her junior sister.

"No, no." Perhaps because she was a little unaccustomed to talking to such a normal yaoi fangirl, the junior sister hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.

"Never mind, I'll go find Senior Sister Xiaoxue," Fu Ji sighed, then quickly covered her mouth, stuffing the little Fu Ji that had accidentally blown out with her sigh back in.

Maintaining an intelligent form is quite troublesome.

Just as she was about to clap her hands and turn into bubbles to teleport away, a sound suddenly came from outside the watchtower window.

“I know what Apacha is.”

The speaker was from another watchtower.

Outside the window, a watchtower suddenly appeared.

Runes flashed, the Thousand Machines mechanical structure closed, and silvery-white liquid metal was released from the space artifact outside the watchtower. Moments later, the watchtower transformed into a large silver giraffe.

Xiangxiang's projection emerged from the silver giraffe's forehead, but due to its instability, it kept flashing and shrinking, looking like it might go out at any moment.

"Huh? Xiangxiang, what kind of look is this?" Lily asked in surprise.

These watchtowers were all built by her and the cultivators of the Thousand Machines Pavilion a few days ago. In addition to providing a place for cultivators to rest, they also have the effect of stabilizing the earth's veins and preventing the hundred miles of land that has already begun to deteriorate into wasteland from continuing to worsen.

The method to suppress the wasteland was not developed by the Thousand Machine Pavilion, but rather inherited from the Heavenly Sect. Given the current situation, it was directly brought out and handed over to the Thousand Machine Pavilion for experimentation and lightweighting.

Although Changzhou is in crisis, it is also a recurrence of the events of the past. After all, due to the hundreds of years of history that disappeared after the East-West War and the subsequent chaotic era, no one knows what happened in Zhongzhou back then.

Perhaps back then, in Baiyujing, the capital of the Eastern Qi dynasty, something exactly like the Changzhou upheaval happened.

Because this matter was really important, Lily, unusually, did not cut corners when leading the construction team.

Not only that, she also led a team to inspect each watchtower after it was built.

Therefore, Lily really doesn't remember drawing a giraffe on her design drawings.

Xiangxiang said, "I had the eggs help me roll this out. Isn't it pretty?"

Xiangxiang intended to make her projection spin around, but due to her lack of skill, the entire silver giraffe spun along with it, the movement being too large and almost triggering the protective magic array of Lily's tower.

In the midst of the chaos, it was Fu Ji who stepped in to help Xiang Xiang stabilize herself.

“I don’t remember our Thousand Machines Pavilion having this project?” Lily leaned against the window, looking at the flowing, silvery-white liquid metal.

She had been very envious of those things after seeing them, but because they were difficult to refine and only Star Spirits could operate, the experiment of combining them with the Thousand Machines Artifact was not initiated.

"This is a project in our Baidi City," Xiangxiang said with a smile.

Lily, "Hmm?"

"Could it be?" Lily took a while to react before belatedly looking at Xiangxiang with an expression as if she were a toy.

"Yes." Xiangxiang nodded.

To some extent, the reason why Qianji Pavilion has achieved its current power is because Xiangxiang, the White Emperor, is the real mastermind behind it all.

After all, without the loud and boastful "City of a Thousand Machines" mission that Zhang Zefa had made up, the Thousand Machines Pavilion wouldn't have existed.

After that, in order to earn points for free, Zhang Ze would occasionally hand over some techniques, such as the basics of the Thousand Machine Technique and the Thousand Machine Array Talisman.

With repeated interactions, coupled with the previous infiltration by the spy Meimei and the formal cooperation with Zhendong Trading Company, Qianji Pavilion had almost no secrets left in Baidi City.

While Lily was happily making explosives, back in Baidi City, Xiangxiang was also researching her own things based on the technology she obtained from Qianji Pavilion.

One can only say, he truly lives up to his title as the White Emperor.
"So you also released the Thousand Machine Technique?" Lily asked, her expression showing great distress.

It's really unpleasant to feel like your life is being constantly led astray by others.

"No, the emergence of the Thousand Machine Technique has nothing to do with me. It was the achievement of those sages themselves. I just happened to give it a push," Xiangxiang said solemnly.

Seeing Lily's still somewhat unhappy face, Lord White Emperor smiled and comforted her.

"The Thousand Machines Pavilion's current prestige is all thanks to you, Lily. I gave Meimei the same task a hundred years ago, but she..."

Xiangxiang gave Meimei some face, leaving her words unfinished, while Lily had already puffed out her flat chest with great enthusiasm.

"It has to be me!" Lily said proudly.

After Xiangxiang appeared, the junior sister, who had stopped spinning around, suddenly remembered something while listening to their conversation.

Junior Sister, "Qianji Pavilion, could it be that you knew back then that Senior Brother was Senior Brother?"

"No." Xiangxiang shook her head. "After all the reports from the dragon-slaying team in Cangshan came to me in stages, I began to have some doubts, but I couldn't be sure."

Junior sister, "Why?"

Xiangxiang smiled gently. "I've been watching alone for too long, and been disappointed too many times, so I've become a little numb."

The junior sister sighed and stopped talking.

After the junior sister and Lily quieted down, Fu Ji, who had been standing to the side, patted her tentacles.

"Um, can we go back to the beginning of our topic? What is Apacha?"

"Sorry, this is Apa Tea." Xiangxiang outside the window spread her hands. The giraffe under her opened its mouth wide, and a mechanism inside turned, projecting a picture.

A short, strange tree appeared before them, resembling a giant Venus flytrap.

The video continued playing, and a fawn jumped in. The huge leaf closed, and as the video sped up, the fawn was completely digested. When the leaf opened, there were no bones or flesh, and tiny, emerald-green leaves fluttered down.

"I recently compiled intelligence about Changzhou, and this video was obtained from a local monk."

"This strange tree is the Apa tree, a native plant of Changzhou that has mutated in recent years. It is highly poisonous throughout. The small leaves that fall after digesting prey are the raw material for roasting Apa tea. However, this tea is also highly poisonous after it is brewed."

"That local cultivator didn't brew this for drinking, but for refining magical artifacts."

"But more than six months ago, his recipe for baking this product was suddenly stolen. Fearing that the thief would use it to harm him, he went into hiding and began to devote himself to researching an antidote."

"And then? He figured out the antidote?" Lily asked like a curious child.

"No, not only that, he also accidentally poisoned himself... A few days ago, the cultivators from Medicine King Valley went out to patrol and collect black stones and investigate clues. By chance, they found him in his cave with his head swollen like a pig's head. If it had been a quarter of an hour later, he probably would have been dead."

"He told us everything just to save his own life." Xiangxiang shrugged, seemingly unfazed by such things.

After listening, the junior sister immediately asked, "Is there any clue about the person who stole the secret formula? Could it be Fu Ji?"

"It's hard to say." Xiangxiang hesitated. "After the strange poison in that rogue cultivator's body was suppressed, he drew a portrait... but we're not sure if what he saw was the Rotten Princess."

After saying that, Xiangxiang snapped her fingers, and a projection of a hand-drawn portrait appeared in front of everyone.

It's hard to say. That thing could be a fujoshi (a female fan of BL), but it's unlikely to be.

ummm
As the group stared blankly at the portrait, deducing the theft of Apacha, the murmurs about Apacha echoed in Fuuki's 'ears' again. This time, however, they were clearer, and there were also some other voices among them.

"Hello, hello, this is Zhang Ze, Fu Ji, can you hear me? Whew... gurgle gurgle..."

……

Inside Luoyu Mountain, Zhang Ze placed the cup of rotten rice wine on the ground. He lay down beside it, tilted his head, and shouted into the cup. A circle of curious fireflies surrounded him.

No one knows how this "Rotten Princess" infiltrated the Firefly's team, not even the Firefly herself.

She only remembered that she had floated here on a paper airplane a year ago, and then happily took root and sprouted, and made many new friends. In the end... she forgot about it. She confusedly mixed up with this group of fireflies and joined this grand movement to go home.

Of course, regarding the question of going home, this "Fanfu Ji" always thought that going home meant returning to Qianji Pavilion, not to the vast starry sky.

However, this crucial question was glossed over in a muddled way because she didn't ask it herself and the other fireflies didn't mention it either.

Especially after becoming addicted to Apacha, this "Rotten Princess" began a life of hedonism, oblivious to everything else and focusing solely on drinking Apacha.

Fuhime's life needs no explanation.

However, thanks to her, Zhang Ze was able to find a way to connect with the outside world.

After Ah Li handed him the cup of rotten rouge, while trying to shake it to wake it up, he vaguely heard the voices of another rotten rouge and Lily.

What... is it Apacha...?

I've never...heard of...it...

The voices were ethereal, as if coming from a distant shore, like listening to the conversations of the dead.

After several attempts, Zhang Ze found that the signal was clearest when he was lying on the ground.

"Hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"

Zhang Ze, holding the "Rotten Princess" brand radio, bent over and crawled on the ground, searching for a signal and trying to improve its clarity by adjusting his position.

Unfortunately, the sound from the other end was intermittent.

[Senior brother! Master...]

[Wow...you're not...dead...boss...]

[Beep beep... beep beep beep...]

The subsequent series of electronic sounds was unclear whether it was simply background noise or someone speaking.

Although both sides tried their best, this level of communication was simply unable to convey any useful information.

Aside from wishing them peace, there's nothing else I can do.

And as time went on, no matter how Zhang Ze adjusted his position, the signal became weaker and weaker.

It seems like something went wrong.

"Could it be the tea?" Ah Li, who had regained her senses and was sitting on Zhang Ze's head watching the show, suddenly said.

Because of the angle, it can clearly see the state of Fukihime in the cup. As Fukihime finishes drinking the Apa tea in the cup, she gradually becomes more alert.

It seems that the more awake this little rotten princess is, the weaker the signal becomes.

"How about we add some more tea and try again?" Zhang Ze asked, looking at the now fully awake Fu Ji in the cup.

"Yay!" Little Fuji, who was riding on the edge of the cup, cheered with her hands raised.

Whether it works or not is another matter, but Fukihime is quite happy.

Without hesitation, several fireflies brought over a box of leaves. They roughly poured it into a large vat and then began to cast a spell to create water.

After several somewhat complicated brewing processes, a vat of bright orange Apa tea was prepared.

She poured some into a cup, and Fu Ji gulped it down, sinking into it again as she once more entered a state of being drunk.

The sound from the other end became clearer, and Zhang Ze heard his junior sister's voice.

[Senior brother, can you hear me? Hello? Hello?]

What an amazing fujoshi!

Zhang Ze said, "I can hear you. Don't speak yet, I need to talk to you about something..."

To avoid disturbing Zhang Ze, Ali jumped off Zhang Ze's head. It trotted to the large vat containing Apa tea, climbed up, and curiously dipped its hand in, then tasted it.

And then, that was it. Ah Li rolled her eyes and fell into the vat with a splash.

After being pulled out by the fireflies, it fell into a coma once again.

Although apatinum poison won't kill a square-shaped pig, it can certainly put it to sleep.

The fireflies surrounding Ah Li scratched their heads, exchanged a few words, and then came up with a plan. They climbed onto Ah Li's body, put their feet into her mouth, and began to suck up the remaining Apa tea...

Gululu.

……

Rain falls outside the mountains.

The intelligent and spirited Fu Hime was soaking in the bathtub, which was filled with Apa tea prepared by the monks of Medicine King Valley who had obtained the recipe.

"Um, is Fuki alright?" Lily nudged her junior sister's elbow.

"There must be something wrong. She didn't do this after she stole 500 catties of blue mushrooms last time. Maybe we should forget about it and think of another way." The junior sister said, and then stepped forward to pour out the vat of Apa tea.

"No need, I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm full of energy, I'm very healthy!" Fu Ji took a deep breath and then sank her body deeper into the bathtub.

The four continents themselves are constantly changing, and even someone as powerful as Fuhime will encounter new things that are enough to make her react.

After absorbing the Apa Tea, which is considered highly poisonous to mortals, Fukihime became mentally unstable, looking as if she had drunk too much.

While Apacha can help Fuki overclock, it also makes her a bit eccentric.

At least for now, Fuhime hasn't found a way to deal with these side effects, or perhaps she simply doesn't intend to deal with them at all.

However, thanks to his current happy state, the abilities of the Fukihime were enhanced once again. Sacred mycelium connected them, and through the mysterious links between the individual Fukihime, which were far apart, Zhang Ze re-established contact with the outside world.

To make communication more convenient and accurate, Zhang Ze purchased the long-haired cultivator's Thousand-Mile Thunderclap Secret Sound Technique.

After teaching the key points of the method to Lao Tang, Zhang Ze then transmitted all the magic arrays he had seen, as well as various useful and useless equipment patterns, in the form of long and short dots.

The Silver City was vast, and to ensure nothing was overlooked, it took Zhang Ze and the trapped cultivators about seven days to complete the task.

Meanwhile, Lao Tang translated it into a complete and clear pattern.

While Fukihime was acting as the internet connection, Xiaoxue stood beside her, occasionally pouring a bucket of Apa tea into the jar, sometimes sticking out her roots to get a little bit, and then making a face like she'd just eaten shit. But after a while, she couldn't help but get a little bit again.

At the same time, she was also holding a book called "Observation Diary of the Growth and Cultivation of Fukihime", and she would write and draw in it from time to time.

Seven days later.

Old Tang contacted Zhang Ze again.

Old Tang, "I've found a way to get you out."

Zhang Ze: "What method? Please tell me quickly, Daoist Master."

Old Tang, "The solution is for you to blow up Luoyu Mountain directly from the inside."

Zhang Ze, "?"

(End of this chapter)