Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 482 Darling, it's time to take your medicine
Fucheng Old Street is quiet and peaceful.

An artificial drizzle was falling, and the reflection of the pink tree canopy in the pond shone through it.

Miss Dejouma, who had a mission to complete and couldn't go see the giant dinosaur, yawned listlessly while holding her bone umbrella.

As the celestial priestess for today, she felt somewhat bored; in fact, from the beginning, she didn't think the job was meaningful.

Because of the presence of the sacred tree, Fucheng is perpetually spring-like, and its underground water veins never dry up.

Therefore, in her view, rain is completely superfluous.

But every time Dizhuomala asked, her mother-in-law would always brush her off with something like, "Rain is interesting; knowing the four seasons is knowing the human condition."

And she was allowed to continue performing this tedious temporary job called the Celestial Phenomenon Ritual.

As for this boring job, in addition to rain, strange celestial phenomena such as snow, thunder, lightning, hurricanes, shark tornadoes, etc. are also within the scope of their group of celestial ritual priests.

Every few days, the group of old men and women would hold a small meeting to discuss which street would rain and which street would snow, and to plan the weather forecast for Fucheng for the following month.

Occasionally, when the mood strikes, he might even create a firestorm and set things on fire for fun.

"Ah~"

Sighing, Lao Di thought to himself that those big shots were really boring. If only they were all like Xiang Xiang.

In Lao Di's view, although Xiang Xiang's existence was somewhat peculiar, she was the most normal person she knew from the East.

Intellectual, rational, always planning, always prepared, and never suddenly acting crazy.

Moreover, Lao Di had heard that she was actually the White Emperor who had ruled the demon race for countless years.

Logically speaking, such a person should be like a stagnant pool, but Lao Di could sense an inextinguishable passion in her.

"Ah~ it's perfect~"

However, thinking about Xiangxiang, perhaps it was a flash of inspiration or a sudden enlightenment, Lao Di suddenly understood the meaning of the rain.

Fucheng is too perfect, remaining unchanged under the protection of the sacred tree, and an unchanging life can easily make people lose interest in living.

"I see. By the way, if I don't become the High Priest of the Sacred Tree in the future..."
"How about we go out into the world and see the North?"

"Xiangxiang will probably take me in."

Dizhuomala folded her bone umbrella. The drizzle on the old street had stopped. She hummed a little tune, thinking about the future, as she walked toward the next street.

"Tick-tock~ So cute~"

There's another one there, according to the weather forecast in Lao Di's hands, there will be a spider tornado there this afternoon.

"Watch out! Get out of the way!"

Whether it was her imagination or not, as Lao Di hummed a folk song from her hometown, she suddenly hallucinated the voice of her idol, Lady Xiangxiang.

The sound was ethereal, with an electronic quality, blending into the wind, and seemed very unreal.

However, before she could turn around to look, she was lifted up from behind.

The enormous impact lifted the girl's slender waist, like a battering ram launching a fierce attack on a noodle.

Lao Di flew high into the air, and after she recovered, she realized that it wasn't a battering ram, but something round and bumpy that was pressing against her lower back.

The thing was hard, soft, and very elastic, yet it couldn't bounce back; it was smooth but had a suction effect.

A variety of contradictory characteristics appear in the same object.

Lao Di felt that he might have encountered a ghost, or more accurately, he was struck by a ghost.

The thought of ghosts suddenly made Lao Di panic.

She has been afraid of or even hated this kind of thing since she was a child, and this fear has nothing to do with her cultivation level.

However, just as she was about to use her ultimate technique to break free from the "Kidney-Top Ghost's" restraints, a flash of blue light appeared before her eyes, and Xiangxiang's distorted face appeared in front of her.

Because it was so distorted, Lao Di did not recognize it.

At this moment, Xiangxiang's face was neither eyes nor nose, her features were blurred, like ink spreading out and sometimes merging into a mess.

Lao Di bit his tongue to barely keep himself from fainting.

Xiangxiang, however, did not feel that there was anything wrong with her appearance. When she saw that the person she bumped into with the ball was Dizhuomala, she became happy.

Xiangxiang: "Xiao Di? What are you doing here?... Never mind, you've come at the right time, perfect for clearing the way for me!"

Hearing that it was Xiangxiang's voice, Laodi rubbed his hands together and extinguished the battle runes on his palms.

Dizhuomala, "What do you mean, 'open'? What road do you mean?"

Xiangxiang, "Drive the road to the Sacred Tree!"

She didn't understand what Xiangxiang was going to do, but before she could ask, several black metal straps suddenly extended from behind her, firmly securing her to the armored stroller.

"Charge!" Xiangxiang shouted with great enthusiasm.

Dizhuomala, "Huh? @#%, slow down, I can't take it anymore!"

Xiangxiang's new activities were quite significant, and soon attracted the attention of many powerful figures in Fucheng, including Lao Di's father, Old Lao Di.

He smiled with satisfaction when he saw his daughter being launched into the air by a ball, with someone chasing after her on a sword.

"It's great to have made such a wonderful new friend."

Although some people have a strange definition of friendship, the face of the former substitute saintess is really useful.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed. Under the pursuit of her junior sister, Xiangxiang quickly "kidnapped" Laodi and brought him to the side of one of the roots of the sacred tree.

The system retrieves the video of the wheelchair race final from the database, and Xiangxiang stops in front of the tree roots with a graceful drift.

On that thick, pink tree root, there is a golden door.

Because the gate was built later by human hands, it did not turn into a bright pink color along with the sacred tree.

Beyond this door lies a path leading into the sanctuary within the sacred tree.

At this moment, the junior sister arrived on her sword. She cut open the floral cloth covering Zhang Ze, grabbed his legs, and carried him upside down on her shoulder.

"This is yours, and it's mine! I won't take it by force!"

The junior sister pouted and looked at Xiangxiang.

Xiangxiang stood with her hands in her pockets, silent, but judging from her expression, she clearly knew she would do it again next time.

As for Zhang, who was at the heart of all the problems, he swung his legs and remained silent, not daring to speak.

With her lower back being pressed against her the whole way, Lao Di jumped off the armed stroller and asked in a daze, "What are you trying to do?"

Zhang Ze, who was being carried on his junior sister's shoulders, made a gurgling sound, which came from his knees.

"I'm stuck. I need to borrow the power of the sacred tree."

Dizhuomala: "Huh? But when someone gets stuck, isn't it usually the lower half of their body that gets stuck too?"

Zhang Ze: "Well, my personal suggestion is that you watch less junk stuff."

Dizhuomala, “.”

Lao Di turned his head to one side, ignoring Zhang Ze's words.

Carrying Zhang Ze's junior sister, he coughed lightly and began to explain the ins and outs of the matter to Di Zhuoma.

"So that's how it is," Lao Di said dryly.

After learning the whole story, she looked at Zhang Ze, who had evolved into a new form, and her longing for the outside world suddenly began to fade.

She felt that it was more practical to stay at home and raise her rotten princess than to stay with this group of abnormal people.

"Alright, do as you please, the Sacred Tree likes you anyway." Lao Di glanced at Zhang Ze and pushed open the golden gate.

……

Zhang Ze needs the sacred tree, not because he needs it to perform a miracle and force him out of hiding.

Instead, he needed a kind of elixir.

Regarding Shi Dan, besides drawing cards using the magic circle, the only other known method of summoning him is by using a pill called Meng Yuan Dan.

This pill can accelerate the process of stone pill formation.

That's how Ah Li came to be.

Unfortunately, the few remaining Dream Essence Pills in the world were all used up when summoning Ah Li.

Zhang Ze had previously thought that Ah Li had eaten the pill, but now that he knew the truth about the stone pill, Zhang Ze felt that he might have wronged Ah Li.

The Dream Origin Pill is less of a medicinal pill and more of a sacrifice offered to the will of the four continents.

The reason Ah Li uses several at once is probably just because they are large in weight.

It makes sense when you think about it. After all, the Four Continents' will is not easy either, and they are trying their best to survive. It's normal for the cost of transporting pigs to be higher.

As for the origin of this Dream Essence Pill, Zhang Ze had no idea, as there was no record of it in the ancestral temple of the Mountain and Sea.

Regardless of whether the Dream Essence Pill is a secret treasure developed by the Eastern Qi royal family or a legacy from the ancient people, the formula for it is very likely that it has truly been lost to history.

Over the years, people from Medicine King Valley and Beast Taming Sect have been searching for this item, but without any clues.

However, when he transformed into Zhang Dadan today, he suddenly smelled a familiar 'smell'.

The 'taste' of Mengyuan Dan.

His current state, now transformed into Zhang Dadan with one leg, is very similar to Ah Li's back then.

They were trapped in the same stone pill, and they could hear, speak, and see just like everyone else, except that they had an extra leg.

He was unusually sensitive to that smell at that moment; even from a great distance, he could smell it.

And it creates an impulse called, "Junior sister, be careful, senior brother is coming out."

The source of this impulse and 'flavor' is the sacred tree in the center of Fucheng.

The Dream Essence Pill, or something similar, is right here.

Zhang Ze hopped on one leg, wandering back and forth in the sanctuary, sensing the source of the sanctuary.

"This way."

Upon hearing this, the group followed Zhang Ze deeper into the sanctuary.

The rooms inside the sanctuary were all naturally formed, with interconnected passageways. Even Dejomara rarely visited the deepest rooms, but Zhang Ze knew them as well as if he were in his own home.

As they walked, Lao Di and Chen Qin suddenly became nervous because they both heard a strange whisper.

The sound was already faint and indistinct, but with the added effect of the sanctuary's unique structure, it became even more enigmatic.

"Are there rats here?" The junior sister hid behind Zhang Ze, using her senior brother as a shield, and asked while bending down and raising her sword.

"This shouldn't be happening; this is a sanctuary."

Dizhuomala was also clueless. She opened her bone umbrella and hid behind the armed transforming baby carriage that was currently serving as Xiangxiang's vessel.

As the sound became clearer, Zhang Ze became more cautious. He stopped hopping on one leg and started walking on two toes.

As the group turned a corner, they saw a shadow projected out from the innermost tree hole.

The shadow was bloated and its exact shape was unclear; it seemed as if several people had merged together.

It held a huge wooden pestle in its hand, and was pounding something with a thud, while singing some kind of hoarse song.

"Is this a senior member of your Sacred Tree Clan?" Junior Sister asked Lao Di telepathically.

"I don't know, I've never heard of such a person." Lao Di shook his head.

"Those are evil spirits! It is our duty to slay demons and eliminate evil." With that, the junior sister drew her sword and stepped forward to slay the demon.

Before she could take two steps, Xiangxiang stopped her, and a line of text appeared in front of her junior sister.

[Calm down. Xiao Di isn't the mother-in-law, how could she know everything? What if she really is some senior figure?]

The junior sister thought about it and agreed, "Then what should we do?"

[Let's all work together. If they're acquaintances, we'll kneel and apologize; if they're bad guys, we'll all attack together.]

Junior sister, "But isn't this a bit embarrassing?"

[It doesn't matter. I have a stroller now, and you and Xiao Di slide on the track.]

Junior sister, "."

The junior sister suspected that Xiangxiang was setting her up, but she had no evidence. Just as she was thinking of a rebuttal, Zhang Ze's voice came from the front.

"Hey! Stop pulling each other. It's not a senior or a demon, it's Fuhimi."

Fukihime?

Upon hearing this, the two girls quickly ran over, and as they turned the corner, they saw the "Rotten Princess" that Zhang Ze had mentioned.

Judging from its color and size, this should be the one that was kept as a pet in Lao Di's house.

It ran away and has been hiding here.

At this moment, a row of pill furnaces and several rows of pill jars were placed in front of her, and the firelight cast her shadow into a strange shape.

Because she was so focused, she didn't realize that she was being watched closely.

With a hoarse voice, Little Fu Ji muttered incantations. When the flames of the alchemy furnace were blazing, she opened the furnace door and pulled out a Tai Sui the size of a washbasin from her body.

With a "hey!" she stuffed the basin-sized Tai Sui into the teacup-sized alchemy furnace.

The alchemy furnace began to tremble, and then it exploded with a crack.

Along with the other alchemy furnaces, all the medicine jars also exploded.

Lao Di got a little too close, and the debris from the disco and the ashes from the medicine stove blew all over her face. Fortunately, she was naturally dark-skinned and had a strong constitution, so she was not seriously injured.

Only the hem of his clothes was slightly dirty.

"Fu Ji, what are you doing? And what's wrong with your throat?" The junior sister swept away the dust with her sword and stepped forward to lift Fu Ji up.

"I went mute from testing the medicine because I was concocting it!" Fu Ji said in a hoarse voice.

Junior sister, "What medicine?"

Fukihime: "I don't know either, but it must be a delicious medicine! Look!"

As she spoke, Fu Ji produced a round elixir from who-knows-where.

The medicine smelled wonderful, and it looked very familiar to Zhang Ze and Chen Qin.

It is a Dream Essence Pill.

The color is right, the taste is right, and apart from the shape being a butt, there are no flaws.

She fried one egg per batch, and it looks like she must have fried several batches.

"Where did you get the prescription?" Zhang Ze asked in surprise.

"What pill formula? There isn't one?" Little Fu Ji said, pulling out two tattered books, each only half-finished, from the ashes on the ground.

"I did it this way!"

A copy of "The Complete Guide to Southern Xinjiang Cuisine" and a copy of "Instructions for Using the Medicine King Brand Alchemy Furnace".

Zhang Ze, "..."

Fortunately, Xiangxiang was there. She temporarily adjusted her IQ to the same level as the little rotten princess. Only after entering the rotten princess's domain did she figure out what this little guy was up to.

As expected of the disciple of Master Qin of Medicine King Valley, Fu Ji has inherited some things from him, even though they have never been explicitly stated.

For example, Little Fuji is also very interested in this sacred tree.

However, she didn't want to steal the sacred tree to plant; she wanted to taste its flavor.

In fact, ever since Xiao Fu Ji pretended to be a figurine and was bought by Lao Di, she had been thinking about this matter.

However, she didn't take a bite directly because she knew it was wrong. To avoid unnecessary trouble, she planned to find a piece of bark that no one wanted and try it instead.

Every tree will eventually shed its bark.

Those that fell on the ground were probably unwanted by others.

Therefore, it's definitely not illegal to pick up things from the ground and eat them.

Guided by the wisdom of slime mold that has existed for tens of thousands of years, she finally found her goal.

Deep within this sanctuary, she found a few small pieces of wood shavings.

It fell off naturally.

Fuhime said, "As a civilized person, I must eat cooked food, which is why I'm cooking here."

Aside from the fact that she was a civilized person, the reason why Fuhime started the fire was mainly because she couldn't digest the fragments of the sacred tree.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't refine it, so I had no choice but to light these troublesome pill furnaces.

She tried for a long time, and only after stuffing the Tai Sui inside did she manage to blast a piece of wood into a buttock-shaped Dream Essence Pill in an explosion.

The immortal and indestructible master of synthesis, Fu Ji, through a series of coincidences and by chance, and driven by her love of delicious food, managed to recreate the Dream Essence Pill - Buttocks Edition by guesswork.

Zhang Ze, "So, combining Tai Sui with Sacred Tree fragments equals Dream Essence Pill?"
'But the fragments of the Sacred Tree aren't like stray dogs on the roadside; how could they possibly fall into the hands of outsiders so easily?'

'unless……'

Zhang Ze suddenly remembered something. After arriving here, he had consulted the historical records of the Sacred Tree Tribe. Regarding the war in Central Continent, only one thing was recorded.

That is, Xiao Jing once led a group to raid the Sacred Tree, and even cut a piece of bark off it. The wound is still clearly visible now...

Zhang Ze, "Holy crap..."

(End of this chapter)