Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 443 Fake News and the Shovel Killer
Over the years, the Beast Taming Sect has developed multiple contingency plans for escaping in times of crisis.

In situations like this where humans and dogs are separated and go their separate ways, there's no need for one of them to turn back and then embrace each other in a life-or-death farewell.

With just a wave of your hand, you can cast a spell to recall them with a single click.

As Li Yueqi cast her spell, Hei Qu's body began to twist and spin, like ink being stirred by a wooden stick.

A moment later, a suction force came from afar, and the black canal swirled and disappeared as if being flushed down a toilet.

However, it was pulled back halfway through the rush.

"Big dog! Big black dog!" The giant girl grabbed at the black canal as soon as she saw it.

As the giant girl reached out, the space inside the cat-ear cave began to distort and invert, and the orientation became disordered. In the blink of an eye, Hei Qu was back in the same place, along with Li Yueqi and the Cat Girl.

"Oh no, I'm going to die!"

"Little Green Snake! The time has come to witness our bond! Green Snake Armor!"

The cat-girl was decisive. Seeing that escape was impossible, she decided to confront the situation head-on. However, when she touched her head, she found nothing.

The little green snake that had been coiled above her head was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh? Where's my snake? What am I supposed to play without it?"

While Her Majesty the Cat Girl was patting her clothes and searching for snakes, Li Yueqi looked at the giant girl and the large snake wrapped around her shoulder with a complicated expression.

Li Yueqi: "Xiang, you're really alive again?"

"Ah."

The ancient dragon wrapped around the giant girl's shoulder responded softly. Its newborn body was emerald green, with vines swaying gently, carrying the scent of a forest after the rain.

"Shrink a little, the child will be scared," Xiang said softly, looking gently at the girl beside her.

"it is good!"

With a cheerful response, the giant girl's body began to disintegrate, and green vines burst forth from her body, dancing wildly, twisting and entwining, and shrinking.

A moment later, a large-eyed plant snake with a bright green body appeared before Li Yueqi and Her Majesty the Catwoman.

She grinned and tangled up with Xiang, who was also shrunken, twisting them into a pretzel shape.

The lower half of her body, which was not wrapped up, coiled into a spring-like shape, causing Xiang to jump around Li Yueqi.

The villager didn't stop them, just watched with a smile as they were pestered.

Li Yueqi recalled the rumor, and looked at Xiang with a complicated expression, "So...this is the Mother Tree?"

"Hmm."

Li Yueqi, "Then you..."

"Hmm."

Everything was understood without words. Li Yueqi clicked her tongue and then gave up thinking about it.

She felt that this was not something she, as the grandson of grandsons, should concern herself with.

Whatever, as long as the old folks are happy.

As for the catgirl, although she didn't know the specific details, her exceptional intuition helped her realize what was going on.

She rubbed her tail, her eyes darting back and forth between the three of them, looking shifty and sneaky.

But before she could utter any arrogant words, Her Majesty the Catwoman was tapped on the head by Li Yueqi.

"Children shouldn't pry into the affairs of the elderly."

"cut."

Her Majesty the Catwoman pouted, looking unconvinced.

However, she quickly remembered something else, and Her Majesty the Cat Girl perked up. She shamelessly asked, "Senior Xiang, about the matter of contracting a natal spirit beast... how should we explain it?"

"What natal spirit beast? I don't know anything about that," Xiang said slowly.

"I'm just an unwanted old dragon, I don't understand what you're saying."

Your Majesty the Cat Lady, "..."

Seeing the catgirl's increasingly aggrieved expression and her rolling around on the ground in regret, Xiang laughed out loud.

This kid is really funny.

Li Yueqi grabbed the cat girl's tail and dragged her aside, then stepped forward and asked about something else.

"I have a question, and I hope you can answer it. What is the story behind these murals?"

Li Yueqi pointed to the patch of red covering the cave wall.

These murals look eerie no matter how you look at them.

She didn't know the deeper meaning behind her mother's paintings of these things.

Upon hearing this, the mother tree stopped, probably feeling that this form was not convenient for communication, and she transformed back into the form of a snake-bodied girl.

“That’s what the story in the book said, and I found it interesting, so I drew it,” Mother Tree said.

Li Yueqi, "?"

Seeing Li Yueqi's confusion, she gently raised her hand, and the ground beside her rose up, revealing a treasure box.

Upon opening the box, Mother Tree carefully handed a book to Li Yueqi.

"Be careful when flipping through it, don't damage it."

Looking at the book in her hand and glancing into the box, Li Yueqi sighed, thinking to herself that it was indeed Zhang Ze who did it.

These books, which the mother tree picked up from somewhere and treasured, were all written by the same person.

The author's name, "King of Ghost Stories," is another pseudonym of Zhang Ze.

The entire series consists of eerie and terrifying stories.

*Whirlpool Ghost Town*, *The Dream of Immortality*, *The House of Dan Oil*, *The Land of Monuments*, *The Amish Fault*, *The Herd of Bahui*, *Black Tai Sui*, *The Krusty Krab: The Shovel Killer*...

The poor mother tree was corrupted by the villain Zhang Ze right after it was born, and has become what it is now.

These murals covering entire caves don't have any special meaning; they are simply the Mother Tree's imitation of scenes from the book.

Fortunately, Mother Tree picked up a box of ghost stories, not something even more sinister, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

'Zhang Ze deserves to die...'

Li Yueqi sighed and looked back at the book in her hands.
Although these books were carefully preserved, they were almost all on the verge of falling apart. Judging from the rusty boxes, they must have been fished out of a lake.

She felt that as a junior, she should give a small gift on their first meeting.

She reached out and grabbed Hei Qu by the back of his neck, who was whispering to Qinghe Dog.

Li Yueqi shook the container like she was rolling dice, and one after another brand-new hardcover books were shaken out of Hei Qu's body.

They are all legitimate books.

Li Yueqi, "These are for you... um!"

Upon seeing these new books, Mother Tree exclaimed "Wow!" before Li Yueqi could finish speaking, and rushed over to hug Li Yueqi tightly.

"Thank you, sister!"

"Let go... let go, I'm going to die..."

The mother was too rough with her hands under the tree. When she wrapped her arms around Xiang, Xiang could withstand it, but Li Yueqi couldn't. She almost strangled herself to death.

Breaking free from her embrace, Li Yueqi clutched her chest, "Also, please don't call me 'sister,' I can't accept that..."

"Then... I'll call you Mom!"

"This is even worse!"

"mom!"

Li Yueqi's seniority has been doubled, while Her Majesty the Cat Girl is trembling like a leaf.

She was lying on the floor with her butt sticking out, reading a book called "The Krusty Krab: The Shovel Killer".

Judging from the title alone, she thought this book should be the least scary, but it seems she was wrong.

The name is a lie; this book is full of idiots.

Her Majesty the Cat Girl wanted to look but dared not. Trembling, she habitually took out the old version of Little Walnut, wanting to play some relaxing music to bolster her courage, but after taking it out and pressing it several times, there was no response at all.

"Oh no? This is bad."

Just then, her cat ears twitched, and she looked up ahead.

She saw that the friend she had met a few times was standing there.

It's 'Chen Qin'.

She was soaking wet, her body half-hidden in the darkness, and a black sword slid out from her long, drooping sleeves.

Just like the made-up stories in the book...

……

At the same time, at the Thousand Machines Pavilion.

Looking at the bouncy, human-bodied, snake-tailed girl in the memory stone, the junior sister nudged Zhang Ze's chin with her head.

"How about we go to Changzhou again?"

"What are you going there for?" Zhang Ze felt a bit hot, so he pulled his hand out of the way it was being pressed down.

"Let's go see the excitement. If we go now, we might even get to attend a wedding banquet." The junior sister leaned back again.

"What's so good about the wedding banquet?" Zhang Ze had something to say, but after being pinched by his junior sister, he quickly changed his mind and said, "It would be good to go and see. I'll ask what's going on over there first."

Pushing his junior sister aside, Zhang Ze took out the small walnut and fiddled with it somewhat clumsily for a while. The nicknames in the contact list were all strange; outsiders wouldn't know who was who at all.

[Stone Sea] [Bomb King] [Square Pig] [Respected 30 Years of Salary]

Aside from some commonly used ones, Zhang Ze himself doesn't remember many of them.

Fortunately, although the notes were strange, the grouping was even stranger.

His contact list is not grouped by name or sect, but by the current location of the contact.

Thanks to the real-time updates from Fuuki and Xiangxiang's intelligence network, the contact list is adjusted every once in a while.

Zhang Ze went to great lengths to prevent others from finding his small walnuts and using them directly.

He found the Changzhou section, randomly selected a contact with the nickname "Wo Cao" and called them.

After the call connected, Zhang Zeqing cleared his throat. "Ahem, um, who is this?"

After saying this, Zhang Ze himself felt quite uncomfortable.

There's no way around it, this sounds like a scam no matter how you look at it.

I am Xiaoxue.

But soon, a leisurely voice rang out from the other side.

What's wrong? Is something the matter?

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to ask how Mother Tree and the village are doing." Zhang Ze carefully chose his words, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Do you need us to carry the bridal sedan chair? You know what blocking the gate means."

No need, everything's fine here. The Mother Tree is perfectly normal, and so is the village. I'm in the garden right now.

Zhang Ze, "So we..."

You don't need to do anything. If anything happens, I'll let you know via Little Walnut.

After saying that, the other end of the line hung up before Zhang Ze could speak.

Zhang Ze put down the small walnut and looked down thoughtfully, only to see his junior sister looking up at him.

"How to say?"

Changzhou, a place in the east.

Old Tang walked ahead like an old opossum, followed by a group of apprentices who looked like little opossums.

Everyone had a small notebook, listening attentively to five of Old Tang's ten sentences, which were full of boastful and earnest advice, and taking careful notes.

Tang, the leader of the little opossums, was very experienced. He wasn't listening at all; his notebook was filled with drawings of little turtles.

Grandpa talks too much; listening too attentively will only cause more trouble. It's better to use magic to memorize everything first, and then issue a quest at the sect another day to have someone help you solve your problems.

Xiao Tang's hands didn't stop, and he quickly filled another page. While drawing, he glanced around, thinking about the live broadcast tomorrow night.

Although Changju is deserted, the land here truly seems to possess divine power. Even without photographing the things that shouldn't be photographed, there's still plenty of fun to be had.

For example, those toads that explode when you step on them.
Xiao Tang took a step back, and without any visible movement of his hands, countless Daoist talismans formed from spiritual energy appeared out of thin air, protecting him and his junior brothers and nephews behind him.

After a series of explosions, Xiao Tang waved to disperse the smoke and dust. "Grandpa, are you alright?"

However, all that was in front of them was a large crater, and Old Tang was nowhere to be seen.

Just as they were about to search, Old Tang's voice came from behind Little Tang.

"It's just a toad, it can't hurt you, Daoist Master."

Little Tang: "Huh? Grandpa, when did you start protecting me?"

Old Tang said, "You can't even see this? Sigh, you still need to practice."

Before Xiao Tang could make any amends, Lao Tang stepped forward, took the notebook filled with drawings of little turtles from Xiao Tang's hand, flipped through it, and casually commented.

"It's just average, not as good as the ones I drew back then."

After saying that, he gently patted Xiao Tang and said, "You have great talent, but don't just play around all the time. Learn more from your nephew Wang Qing and be more serious in your daily life."

As Old Tang was lecturing his grandson, a tremor came from his arms. He took out a small walnut and saw that it was a message from Zhu Luo.

[When the southwest wind blows in Changzhou, I've lost my way in the mountains and villages. I'm waiting for you here.]

Old Tang frowned slightly, and after a moment he said to Young Tang, "You stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

"Grandpa, are you going to buy oranges?" Xiao Tang asked, trying to find an excuse.

"Buy my ass, I'm going to have some fun." Old Tang lightly flicked Little Tang's head.

Xiao Tang: "Then I'll go too."

"Why are you kids getting involved? You stay here and keep an eye on your junior apprentices."

After saying that, Old Tang took the Heavenly Evolution Disc out of his pocket, breathed on it, wiped it with his clothes, and then handed it to Little Tang for self-defense.

After giving the instructions one last time, Old Tang lightly stomped his foot and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After Old Tang left, a junior disciple stepped forward and tugged at Little Tang's sleeve, "Junior Uncle, are we really going to stay here?"

Judging from his expression, he seemed very eager to go over there and take a look.

"We should still listen to Grandpa. There must be a reason why he told me not to move around too much, but..."

After pondering for a while, Xiao Tang pointed at the two people, "Chen Bo, Ma Hang, I remember you two are minoring in the Thousand Machine Technique, right? Please use the civil engineering method to build a farmhouse."

Finally, Xiao Tang added, "Materials costs will be reimbursed."

"Junior Uncle, what is this?"

"Since we're just killing time anyway, why don't we start a live stream here and earn some pocket money?"

Linglu Valley, Changzhou.

Zhu Luo tilted her head and looked at the message in the little walnut without saying a word.

[Old Tang: I have news from my hometown in Jingtian Plain, northwest of Changzhou.]

……

At this time in Changzhou, similar messages appeared in many people's small walnuts, and most of them were related to the village.

Either stay where you are and don't move, or meet up at a certain place.

Logically speaking, there is more than one method of communication. If one becomes suspicious of these conflicting messages and examines them closely, the discrepancy can be easily discovered.

But strangely, no one suspected anything.

At least for now.

Not only in Changzhou and Qianji Pavilion, but also in the Beast Taming Sect, many false messages appeared at the same time.

Ah Li had already left the Beast Taming Sect and arrived at Wolongze.

As a place that was once a self-imposed prison for the village, although the village has now left, this place has not lost its charm and is still lush with water and grass and has beautiful scenery.

However, because this place holds great historical significance for the Beast Taming Sect, it has become a tacitly forbidden area for the independent cultivators of Cangshan Mountain.

Unauthorized persons should not come here.

In order to maintain peace and quiet in this place, in addition to spreading the news verbally, the Beast Taming Sect also took some other measures.

The Beast Taming Sect relocated the spiritual plants and beasts from this area and set up a barrier to keep spiritual beasts away from this area for dozens of miles.

If there's no profit to be made, then no one else will come.

As for Ah Li, she is certainly not just some random person, and she has important business to attend to here.

Zhang Ze used the small walnut to send a message, telling it to wait for him there, saying that he had something important to discuss in person.

[Zhang Ze: I have something to ask you about the township.]

Ah Li didn't seem to suspect anything about this message.

While waiting for Zhang Ze, A Li stared blankly at a tree stump.

It is studying the so-called barrier set up by the Beast Taming Sect.

The barrier was simple, without any fancy formations, traps, or an old sweeper with a white beard wandering around.

All that remained were wooden stakes spaced ten meters apart, along with urine stains and inscriptions carved on them.

[This is my piss. If you dare build a nest here, I'll eat you alive.]

This natural barrier is exceptionally effective; those without intelligence will flee at the smell, and even those with intelligence will turn away upon seeing the words.

Ah Li didn't know which tiger king left this 'calligraphy', nor did she know how to evaluate it. She could only say that the barrier covering dozens of miles was really economical.

"What a genius! But this tiger king is also amazing. How much water must it drink?"

"To be able to pee all around like this, one's bladder must be hereditary."

Holding her nose and staring at the wooden stake, Ah Li seemed completely unaware of 'Zhang Ze' standing in the bushes behind her.

Still at the Thousand Machines Pavilion.

Could you bring me a pancake?

Don't ask, come to the warehouse behind the mountain, I have something to tell you.

Hey bro, can you cover for me at get out of class this afternoon?

These seemingly ordinary false rumors spread among the Thousand Machine Cultivators through the medium of small walnuts.

It's as if an unseen hand, seeing an opportunity, begins to manipulate this net made of tiny walnuts.

Through a series of coincidences orchestrated by human hands, a crack appeared in the seemingly impenetrable Thousand Machine Pavilion.

Someone sneaked in.

(End of this chapter)