Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 462 Shang Yang Knows Horses and Ba Shu Sees People's Hearts

Although he was very big, his voice sounded like he was here to fight.

Surprisingly, these so-called Legalist giant dragons were quite polite.

They obediently lined up at the very back of the queue.

As I walked through the shaking ground, I carefully watched my step to avoid stepping on any flowers, grass, or tiny dragons.

However, saving face is often just a formality.

You can't take a big shot's offer too seriously, nor can you accept it directly; returning the favor is the right thing to do.

After the son of Lord Shang, who was leading the group, arrived at the back of the procession, all the dinosaurs queuing to enter the city wisely retreated to the sides of the valley, making way for this group of giant dragons.

Zhang Ze, however, was a step slower. He seemed lost in thought, still staring intently at the group of Legalist dragons, craning his neck to look behind them.

Fortunately, Lin Feng was quick and grabbed Zhang Ze by the tail, pulling him to the side of the road and preventing him from becoming a speed bump.

"Senior brother, if you're going to stage an accident, you should at least pick your target. There's no need to go for someone so old," Lin Feng whispered in Zhang Ze's ear.

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"What are you trying to scam? What kind of person do you take me for?" Zhang Ze shoved Lin Feng's hand away.

"Aren't you planning to stage an accident to extort money from someone and then have someone take you into the city?" Lin Feng asked curiously.

Zhang Ze, "?"

Entering Mo Guan requires a special token, but Lin Feng didn't have one, so he kept wandering around Mo Guan instead of queuing up to enter the city.

Seeing Zhang Ze's behavior just now, he naturally assumed that Zhang Ze was going to use his usual tricks again.

Zhang Ze: "Can you please stop questioning my character? I'm a mature and handsome man now, how could I do such a filthy and despicable thing?"

Lin Feng ignored the incomprehensible words Zhang Ze was saying and continued to ask.

"Then what are you looking at?"

"A coffin." Zhang Ze raised his chin, gesturing for Lin Feng to look towards the mountain pass.

As the Legalist Liang Long strode to the entrance of the Mo Gate, the enormous object he had placed at the end of the procession finally revealed its true form.

A giant coffin.

A coffin that was longer and larger than these giant beasts.

The giant coffin was entirely gold and red, with carved landscape scenes. At the seams and corners of the coffin, traces of blood could be seen seeping out.

Although there was a magic array on the giant coffin, whether it was ineffective or intentional, the stench of blood inside the coffin was noticeable to anyone who got close.

Lin Feng frowned slightly, wondering just how many corpses such a large coffin would contain.
While Lin Feng stared blankly at the giant coffin, Zhang Ze looked elsewhere, at the dinosaurs standing on both sides of the road.

Regardless of their species, none of them looked at the giant coffin with a trace of fear.

Besides awe, there seemed to be some strange emotion as well.

As the procession of nine dragons pulling a coffin gradually approached Mo Guan, Mo Guan began to transform.

Using the center of the pass as a line, the gates split to both sides, while simultaneously raising them upwards.

A path was cleverly left for these dragons to pass through head-on.

The body walks through the city gate, while the neck and head walk through the crack in the city gate.

Just as the dragon who called himself the son of Lord Shang was about to pass through, a voice stopped him.

The leader of the Mohist school appeared above the pass at some unknown time, his constantly changing axe slowly rotating around him.

The Grand Master looked directly at the son of Lord Shang and spoke.

"certificate."

The son of Lord Shang showed no displeasure. The air around him trembled, and a spatial rift more than five meters long was torn open.

A token, as small as a grain of rice compared to the son of Lord Shang, flew out.

"That's the token for entering the city," Lin Feng whispered to Zhang Ze.

It was a round, coin-like object with a large, profile portrait of a person engraved on it. The portrait was quite ordinary, and it was impossible to tell who it belonged to.

On the other side, a large "handsome" character was written.

Zhang Ze, "..."

Noticing that Zhang Ze's expression was unusual, Lin Feng asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Ze: "It's okay, don't worry about me."

……

As the two spoke in hushed tones, the magnate did not immediately allow them to pass. Instead, he grinned and continued, "I don't care about that. I'm talking about the coffin."

Upon hearing this, the son of Lord Shang, who had maintained a calm expression, revealed a hint of anger. With a low roar, the surrounding thunder roared again.

This time, however, the source of the thunder was not footsteps, but a spatial tremor.

More and more black cracks appeared around Shang Jun's son, like a net.

"Open."

However, the leader of the Mohist school remained unconcerned, his tone still calm.

“The festival hasn’t started yet, and you haven’t entered the city. I can do anything to you.”

After speaking, the Grand Master transformed his axe into a shield and planted it on the battlements of the pass.

A golden wall of light rose up, obliterating the black spatial rifts and keeping the dragons out.

In this Legalist group, an elderly, giant brachiopod seemed to want to step forward and offer some advice.

But before it could speak, Shang Jun's son suddenly calmed down.

"Open the coffin."

it said.

The giant coffin was transported to the border crossing, and under the watchful eyes of Shang Yang's son, it began to become transparent. The contents of the coffin were then revealed to everyone.

"It's Lord Shang! It really is Lord Shang!" A triceratops with wrinkles from being fat exclaimed in a low voice beside Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze smacked his lips, unsure how to respond.

To be honest, I'm speechless.

It seems that Lord Shang has been dismembered again...

'Why did you say "again"?' Zhang Ze scratched his belly with his paw.

Inside the giant coffin lay the corpse of a giant Brachiosaurus.

The body was cut into several pieces, and although they tried to piece it back together, it still couldn't form a dragon shape.

The blood, now blackened, flowed from the severed limbs and was then reabsorbed by the corpse's skin, repeating the cycle endlessly, as if the body were still alive.

However, the golden energy and lightning flickering at those broken points stubbornly destroy this already dead vitality.

Zhang Ze recognized the scent emanating from those wounds.

It was the work of that Mohist master; when it fought the Fear Saint, its transforming axe slashed the Fear Saint with the same wound.

However, those wounds meant nothing to the Fear Saint.

With sheer muscular power, the Fear Saint directly crushed the incoming light blade.

At the same time, the ultimate, invincible, and vigorous life force of the Fear Saint directly shattered those troublesome golden energies and lightning.

The fractured bone wound healed completely in an instant, only to be torn apart again by the Saint of Fear...

But it is clear that this Lord Shang did not possess such power.

Judging from the magic used by Shang Yang's son, the Legalists likely practiced spatial magic, somewhat similar to the power of a certain Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

Although it seemed impressive, it appeared insignificant in the face of the giant's axe.

But then again, what kind of show are they putting on?

Zhang Ze looked at the corpse in the coffin, somewhat puzzled.

Judging from the expressions of the dinosaurs lining up, this festival must be a very joyous one.

On this joyous day, however, the son of Lord Shang was about to bring his own father's corpse to his door.

But when they arrived, they didn't cry or make a fuss; in fact, they were very polite.

Even though his father's killer was right in front of him, he was able to restrain himself from exploding with him.

The tycoon who made the move acted as if what he did was perfectly justified and that he had no conscience.

The request to open the coffin didn't seem to be for humiliation, but simply to inspect the contents.

Zhang Ze really couldn't understand the relationship between them.

At the same time, there was another thing he couldn't understand.

What exactly were these dinosaurs craving?
Zhang Ze moved a step to the side to avoid the saliva dripping from the Triceratops next to him, so as not to get it on him.

The Triceratops drooled as it swayed its enormous stomach.

Even though he barely had any teeth left, he was still staring at the corpse of Lord Shang in the coffin, looking like he was just waiting to be eaten alive.

Not only it, but all the other dinosaurs showed similar emotions.

They seemed to be craving the dragon's corpse.

Zhang Ze suddenly felt that this place was eerie, and he suddenly felt that the Grand Master didn't seem very easy to talk to.

Why don't you go and have a chat with that muscle-phobic saint?
But when Zhang Ze turned around, he found that Brother Feng was already excited.

Although he has matured a lot, he is still a bloodthirsty spectator who secretly slaps the fighters in the ring, and an extreme adventurer.

Feng never misses an opportunity like this. He tugged at Zhang Ze's arm, as if to say, "Let's go into the city right now and take a look."

Seeing this, Zhang Ze knew he couldn't persuade Brother Feng, so he sighed and then his little paws reached to the side in a very unclean manner.

With a deft flick of his nimble fingers, he pulled a token from the wrinkles of the neck of the fat triceratops beside him, with a hint of disdain.

It is exactly the same as the one held by Shang Yang's son.

At this moment, all the dinosaurs' attention was drawn to the mangled remains of Shang Jun in the giant coffin and the standoff in front of the pass, and no one paid attention to Zhang Ze's unruly actions.

After getting the token, Zhang Ze didn't wipe it, but stuffed it into Feng Ge's hand and then gestured for him to run away to the back of the line so that the person in charge wouldn't find out.

Entering the Ink Pass is not difficult. Whether he hides in the Azure Lotus Dust and is led in, or digs into the ground, Zhang Ze has many methods.

But he suspected that many programs inside would require that token, and stealing it from inside might cause unnecessary trouble.

As for outside...

Zhang Ze glanced sideways at a certain direction behind him, where a red-skinned, one-eyed baby dragon was hooking the leather bag of another unlucky guy with the tip of its tail.

Many thieves fall into this category.

However, Zhang Ze did not continue his theft. Instead, he followed Brother Feng to the back of the group and, with a slight thought, entered the Azure Lotus Unseen Dust.

……

Within the blue lotus dust.

The thieving dragon had already woken up, but it didn't dare to make any rash moves. Its sly eyes looked around and finally settled on the black arm.

It counted on its fingers and found there were five, and its heart immediately warmed.

'The Hand of a Sage?'

Curiosity killed the dragon; it really wanted to touch it.

Just as it was about to bravely step forward, a noise came from behind.

It quickly stopped moving its rear end, closed its eyes, and continued to play dead.

Suddenly, a Thousand Machine Puppet placed haphazardly in the corner moved. Yellow light shone from its joints, and in the blink of an eye, it stood up.

Zhang Ze controlled the puppet to come to the thief dragon he had captured, pretending not to have noticed anything, and bent down to grab the thief dragon's tail.

Dragging it, they walked towards a fake light gate not far away.

He muttered to himself in an electronic voice as he walked.

"I was short of a token to enter the city, but luckily, a kind brother offered to exchange it for dragon meat."

"I'm sorry, brother, but to get into the city, I have no choice but to trade your life for mine. Sigh~ I was planning to release you in a few days, but alas..."

Zhang Ze muttered to himself, and just as he was about to reach the light gate, he heard a hiccup and the sound of a hard object falling to the ground behind him.

Looking back, I saw a token covered in slime and bearing the character "帅" (handsome) rolling around on the ground.

'No wonder it wasn't in the bag; he hid it in his stomach.'

Zhang Ze was just trying it out; if the thief didn't steal the dragon, he would go outside and borrow another one.

Or, you could humble yourself, lie down on a plank, stage a scene of selling yourself to bury your father, become a corpse, share a token with Brother Feng, and then pretend to rise from the dead after entering the city.

'I never expected that this unlucky guy would also have it.'

'It seems this person must know something.'

……

Within the blue lotus dust.

After a long while, the thief lying on the ground twitched his eyelids, trying to open a small crack to see if the plague god had left or not.

The moment it opened its eyes, it saw a saint's head with eight eyes staring straight at it from above.

"..."

"Tell me, what is the purpose of this grand ceremony in Mo Guan City?"

"Tell me right now, or I'll cut the hair off your head."

Zhang Ze controlled the puppet to begin transforming. The puppet's arm mechanism activated, and a large blood-dripping guillotine began to spin, its teeth opening and closing with a clicking sound.

"I'm a bit rusty lately, so please don't blame me if I cut off some extra things while trimming the fur."

The thief, who was stealing from Long, broke out in a cold sweat, and his shifty eyes gradually cleared.

"I said...I said, please move this thing further away."

……

Mo Guan City.

Lin Feng leaned against a log somewhat uncomfortably.

As a human being, he wasn't used to being here.

Everything in Mo Guan City is based on dragons, such as the excessively wide streets that can accommodate several giant dragons walking side by side.
For example, there were rest stops that sold tickets for the giant beasts that Zhang Ze called pterosaurs.

He felt that this place was somewhat similar to the city called Zootopia that Zhang Ze had told him about when he was chatting.

No matter how big or small an individual is, they can always find a place to depend on here.

The meat station where Lin Feng is resting, which is used to feed small carnivorous dragons, is located under the storage room in the backyard of a certain giant dragon.

But even places like this, which resemble taverns, are not to Lin Feng's liking.

The smell in this meat shop was strange; the stench of blood and the aroma of roasting fat were mixed together, making one feel nauseous.

Lin Feng unconsciously looked again at the cutting board with raw meat and the steaming barbecue grill.

He suddenly felt nauseous.

"Friend, would you like one?"

Seeing Lin Feng looking over, a small Deinonychus, a shop assistant, quickly jumped over with a plate on its head.

Looking at the crispy, roasted dinosaur leg on the plate, Lin Feng shook his head.

"I'm not hungry, just give me another bucket of water."

The shop assistant grinned, ignoring the lunatic who stood in the butcher shop drinking water without eating any meat, and took the meat to a corner.

In this meat shop, apart from some giant insects and toads and turtles of unknown origin, most of the meat comes from the species that Zhang Ze calls dinosaurs.

They are eating their own kind...

Unlike the pure survival of the fittest in the wilderness, it is not like the inhumanity and unrestrained behavior of evil cultivators, nor is it some kind of sacrificial ritual for power.

This group of dinosaurs that ate dinosaurs cooked, ate, and all their actions were devoid of malice.

It was as if this was a morally acceptable and reasonable part of everyday life.

Not for revenge, not for treasure, and not for immortality.

I was just hungry.

It was this strange feeling that made Lin Feng feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The excitement I felt before entering the city had long since dissipated.

After entering the city, Lin Feng, who was experiencing culture shock, wanted to ask around, but Zhang Ze stopped him.

Zhang Ze said that he has experts around him, and if you go out and ask around randomly, you will easily attract attention.

After glancing at Zhang Ze, who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, Lin Feng sighed and continued to look down at the map in his hand to distract himself.

As seen on the map, Mo Guan City is situated in a huge basin, which occupies almost one-tenth of the secret realm's area.

Although this secret realm is called "Mountain and Sea" by these dinosaurs, there are only mountains here.

The only place that can barely be considered a sea is the large lake in the center of the secret realm.

That place is ruled by a group of water dragons that look like whales and call themselves military strategists.

In addition, strange sects such as Legalism, the School of Diplomacy, and the School of Names each occupied a city.

Lin Feng didn't know if the situation there was the same as here, or if there were similar butcher shops in their city.

Just as Lin Feng was feeling a bit stifled and wanted to find another place to stay, Zhang Ze opened his eyes.

"Got it? Let's go."

"Where to?" Lin Feng asked.

Zhang Ze said, "Let's find a quiet, secluded place first. I'll go and report this to my superiors."

After leaving the pillar he was leaning against and tossing two pretty seashells, which could be used as currency, on the low table in front of him, Zhang Ze turned aside to let the roasted bird's head pass by him and walked towards the door.

(End of this chapter)