Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 510 Why is your name on my sword?
After crossing the hill, Zhang Ze peeked out from behind the rocks and saw the entire city in the valley.

Contrary to his expectations, this place had nothing to do with words like magnificent or splendid.

There were no markets, no altars; everything was gray and drab except for the tallest palace in the city center.

The gray bricks, gray tiles, and gray city walls make the cemetery seem more vibrant in comparison; at least there are offerings and tombstones with large characters.

Zhang Ze climbed the rock to examine it closely, and soon saw a group of equally grayish half-human creatures emerge from a windowless building that resembled a military camp.

They looked somewhat like dwarves, with thick limbs, but no beards or body hair. Their entire bodies were bald, with a sheen similar to tanned leather, and from a distance, one could almost smell that unpleasant odor.

On their cheeks, there are disgusting growths, somewhat resembling those of a certain desert lizard.

These dwarfs must be the Crocodile People that Sula mentioned.

Zhang Ze used his little finger to count and found that they were only two-thirds as tall as Lily.

However, although they are both short, they are clearly not as cute as the half-deer and Lily.

Zhang Ze recalled Sula's description of the personalities of these Crocodile Benefactors.

Greedy and cowardly mice are accustomed to obeying humans. When they are in packs, they bully the weak and fear the strong, but when they are alone, they are extremely cowardly. Because of their long-term submission, their personalities have become distorted, and becoming a toy for the strong is their best reward.

Zhang Ze thought about it, but the more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong.

"No, Lily doesn't seem to be much better than these gray dwarves. Aside from being used to obeying orders, she seems to be able to handle everything."
"Forget it, I can't think about it anymore, it would be impolite to think about it anymore."

Zhang Ze tossed Lily's pigtails out of his head and walked down the hill without trying to hide from anyone.

Upon arriving at the city gate, Zhang Ze was naturally stopped.

"Hey! Stop right there! Take another step closer and I'll kill you!"

The patrol captain of the Crocodile People took the lead, raising his short spear and pointing it low at Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze looked down at the annoying little bald head and couldn't help but say something.

"Kill me? With this short stick of yours, are you going to poke my knee?"

Like most creatures shorter than Lily, Captain Crocodile was unsurprisingly enraged.

His cheeks bulged, and a sharp popping sound came from the growths on his cheeks. His men quickly formed a circle and surrounded Zhang Ze.

The tips of those short spears glowed with a purple light.

After the encirclement was completed, the captain who had been mocked by Zhang Ze also used a combined attack.

As the order was given, his two adjutants joined themselves together, then placed the captain on top of them.

Just as the captain was about to deliver a hard blow to Zhang Ze's head, he suddenly changed the subject.

The shouting turned into flattery.

Because Zhang Ze took out the jade tablet.

"Now I'm asking you! Who's taller? Taller my ass, you're the tallest, hey."

Captain Crocodile Envoy deactivated his "lifted high" form and whistled again, signaling his men to disperse.

Then he rubbed his hands together, stuck out his buttocks, tilted his head back, and looked at the jade pendant with a fawning expression.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

Zhang Ze didn't respond to him immediately, but instead looked towards the city.

But after waiting for a long time, no one came. Apart from the occasional gray bald head peeking out from the watchtower, no one paid any attention to this place.

'Are they all really gone out? Is there anyone else in this city besides these little bald guys?'

For some reason, Zhang Ze felt something was amiss, but he didn't want to give up the opportunity.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to go into the city to investigate.

“The messenger of God… God made him forget something at home and commanded me to come back and retrieve it. You lead the way and take me to the messenger’s residence.”

Out of caution regarding that slight unease, Zhang Ze did not use a mind-control spell to control the squad leader, but instead made up a reason.

Zhang Ze's reason was somewhat far-fetched, but it didn't have any major flaws.

The main reason is that this squad leader is incredibly shameless and eager to improve. He didn't even need Zhang Ze to say much; he just recognized which divine envoy the jade tablet belonged to just by looking at it.

No wonder he was able to become a squad leader.

On the way to bring Zhang Ze into the city, they chatted and made small talk, subtly inquiring about Zhang Ze's situation, as if they were already making preparations for the palace opening.

In order to get promoted, they were always ready to engage in palace intrigue.

"We're here, we're here. It's right here." The squad leader gestured for them to enter, pointing to the house in front of them.

The house was also gray and drab, with no windows on any side. It was no different from the barracks where the Crocodile People lived, except that it was a bit larger.

Upon reaching the door, the jade token in Zhang Ze's hand flew up on its own, and with a gentle shake, the restrictions on the door were lifted.

Zhang Ze, in his pure deer-man form, bent down and pushed open the door, then immediately closed it, leaving the lackey squad leader outside.

Squad leader, "..."

After cursing the deer for hogging the spoils, the squad leader had no choice but to stand guard at the door with his gun, continuing to plot his palace intrigue.

Five people have already left the palace, and this one must leave too!

After entering the house, Zhang Ze paused for a moment.

Because the furnishings in the room once again surprised him.

Based on the intelligence he gathered, these divine messengers should all be wooden figures; their so-called liveliness is merely the difference between rotten wood and new trees.

However, this is not the case.

Zhang Ze stood in front of an iron frame, looking at the straps on it, the whips hanging there, and the suspicious props next to the frame. He took a small step back.

Although the orientation of this divine messenger is still unknown, it is clear that his sexual repression is quite severe.

To avoid touching anything unclean, Zhang Ze did not make any rash moves.

With a flick of his wrist, he took out a Beast Taming Ring and released the twin tails of those adorable Pokémon.

"Boss! What do you want with us?"

"Just browse around here and see if there are any bad guys' diaries, hidden compartments, mysterious maps, rusty keys, or the like."

"By the way, remember to be careful and don't use magic."

"Okay!"

After responding, the twin ponytails on the ground vanished in a flash, disappearing into various crevices as if they had never existed.

Zhang Ze wasn't idle either; he began to examine the jade pendant in his hand.

Behind him, the shadow of the iron frame suddenly moved.

As if a hibernating bear had just awakened, the shadow writhed for a while before transforming into human form, and then silently walked towards Zhang Ze with cat-like steps.

As the shadow drew closer, its hand began to lengthen and become increasingly solid, resembling more and more like a stocking.

Just as the stocking-like shadow was about to entangle Zhang Ze's deer head, Zhang Ze, as if having foreseen it, dodged the shadow's touch.

He then grabbed the stockings and held them in his hand.

The room was now filled with eyeliner and pigtails placed by Zhang Zebu; how could a mere sneak attack with black stockings possibly escape his keen eyes?

Grabbing the stockings and feeling the familiar touch, Zhang Ze paused for a moment. Before the shadowy figure in black stockings could kick him, Zhang Ze removed his disguise.

"Don't kick me! It's me. What are you doing here? Where is Mr. Wei Zhuang?"

The one who ambushed Zhang Ze was none other than the lining of Wei Zhuang's genuine Night Demon Emperor Armor.

This original black stocking stealth suit, while not as stretchy as the dozen or so new ones in Zhang Ze's wardrobe, possessed intelligence.

Although it's strange that underwear could have thoughts and intelligence, its presence means that Mr. Wei Zhuang must be nearby.

Black stockings symbolize loyalty; only Wei Zhuang can wear them.

After Zhang Ze recognized the lining, the lining also recognized Zhang Ze. It stretched out its black silk and touched Zhang Ze's face. After confirming that the touch was indeed his, it immediately started wriggling like seaweed.

After twisting and turning for a while, it pulled Zhang Ze toward the iron frame that Zhang Ze had rejected.

It first dispelled the spell it had cast on it, then grabbed a suspicious handle, and with a slight clicking sound of a mechanism opening and closing, the secret chamber beneath the iron frame was revealed.

Because the area had been concealed by his uncle's black silk robes, Zhang Ze hadn't noticed anything. Entering the stench-filled basement, Zhang Ze saw Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang sat cross-legged on a suspicious-looking double bed. He was in a state similar to Ah Li's earlier state, surrounded by black energy, seemingly in a strange balance.

Seeing this, Zhang Ze quickly took out a gourd from his bosom, which contained the Water Spirit Core that Sula had given him when they parted.

Zhang Ze carefully placed the fruit-like core in front of Wei Zhuang, and the next moment, a wisp of the black energy swirling around Wei Zhuang was attracted by the core.

After the fruit-like core completely shriveled up, Zhang Ze quickly replaced it with another one. Then, he held the damaged core in his hand and used his innate techniques to reshape it, restoring it to its original state.

This was the first time Zhang Ze had used this method, and he didn't know how effective it would be. The main problem was that there weren't enough cores available right now, so he could only make do with this for the time being.

Wei Zhuang is not A Li, so the methods used on A Li cannot be applied to his uncle.

They changed the pills five or six times, but the black aura didn't fade even slightly, and Wei Zhuang showed no sign of waking up.

"We need to find a way to get Mr. Wei Zhuang away first and reunite with Fu Ji. With the black sword as a guide, Fu Ji shouldn't be too far from here."

However, just as Zhang Ze was about to ask Heisi to help Wei Zhuang up, the ground above them suddenly trembled, as if a giant was stepping forward.

Following this, the Crocodile Man emitted a short, siren-like whistle.

……

Chaos reigned within the city of Valley.

The city had been turned upside down; the gray city had been soaked in blood.

All the Crocodile People who served as servants of the gods lost their lives; they lay sprawled on the ground like tattered sacks.

Their short, stocky bodies had completely withered, and their gray, leathery skin rested lightly on their own skeletons.

The flesh and blood that should have connected the two flew into the air and became the immortals' playthings.

A fairy dressed in colorful clothes stood in mid-air, holding a flawless white jade sword, with auspicious clouds rising beneath her feet and blood mist surrounding her.

The fairy made a hand seal, and the blood mist formed from the flesh and blood of the Crocodile Benefactor within the Valley City instantly condensed into a giant hand.
He slapped down with his large hand, trying to catch the rat that had sneaked into the city.

Meanwhile, the 'mouse' kept squeaking excitedly.

"Oh my god! This is terrifying! Zhang Ze, save me!"

She was caught off guard when she entered the city, immediately being targeted by the fairy in colorful clothes.

The little rotten princess dodged the giant fleshy hand, hiding and playing parkour in the gaps between various buildings.

The hazy stars shrouded the city in the valley, sealing off the space there, so that even if Fu Ji wanted to burrow underground, she couldn't.

I tried several times, but I got dizzy from all the attempts. Even using that black sword that was invincible at picking locks didn't work.

After the black sword and pendant melted, Fuhime felt that the little sword was not listening to her anymore, but she didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

It's no use caring about it now.

Helpless, Xiao Fuji could only place all her hopes on the magical Zhang Ze.

"Wow, Zhang Ze, where are you?"

"Help! Help! Someone's really going to step on my foot this time!"

Hearing Fu Ji's cries for help, the fairy in colorful clothes in the sky did not change her expression at all.

From beginning to end, she kept her eyes on the black sword and tried to take it away in a clumsy way that was out of character for her.

As the blood mist condensed, a second and a third giant flesh and blood hand materialized.

The one-way pursuit turned into a three-way encirclement and interception.

"Wow! Jianjian! Move! Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin! Old Li's Sword Technique! Zhang's Great Swing!"

As a disciple of the Sword Sect, Fu Ji raised her black sword and tried to use all the skills she had learned to fight back.

But no matter how she urged it, the black sword wouldn't obey her commands, only continuing to accumulate its sword intent, holding back its power.

Just when Xiao Fuji was at her wit's end, she suddenly heard Zhang Ze's voice.

"Jump!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Little Fuji jumped high into the air.

After she jumped high into the air, Zhang Ze's anxious voice rang in her ears again.

"I'm telling you to jump down!"

Little Fukuhime, "Huh?"

Before she could turn around in mid-air, Little Fu Ji was shoved into the ground by the giant fleshy hand that fell from the sky.

Seeing that the little mushroom that had been running around had been killed, the fairy in colorful clothes slowly descended from the sky.

The moment her bare feet touched the filthy earth, the pure white jade sword that had been floating behind her suddenly appeared in front of her.

The next moment, a black light, like a dragon, pierced through the air with a single sword strike.

The massive, fleshy hand that had been pressing down on the ruins was chopped into dust.

However, the target of this sword was not the fairy in colorful clothes, but the gray-white star curtain that shrouded the city in the valley.

The star curtain was shattered by a single sword strike, and the forbidden magic that had enveloped the city vanished with a deafening roar.

As the black sword brushed past the fairy, the resulting sword energy shattered the jade hairpin on her head, causing her black hair to fall and obscure her vision.

Gently brushing her hair behind her ear, the fairy could no longer find the squeaking little mushroom and the black sword.

The fairy stood in the ruins for a long time, stunned, but did not chase after them after she regained her senses.

Instead, he manipulated the remaining two giant fleshy hands to try to restore the Valley City, which had been completely destroyed.

Clumsy yet focused.

"Ouch, holy crap." Zhang Ze stopped after running only a short distance.

That sword strike just now revealed the true strength of that fairy in colorful clothes. Although it was a bit strange, her strength was at least between the Tribulation Transcending and Mahayana stages.

At this level, unless you travel across an entire continent, there's really no difference between traveling a thousand miles and a hundred miles. The important thing is not to let her notice you.

As long as you're not locked out, it doesn't matter where you are.

After finding a cave in the mountains, Zhang Ze asked his uncle's black silk to help conceal the aura of the place.

Just like when we were in that SM basement.

He then woke up the fat bear that was sleeping inside, gave it twenty catties of pork knuckle and fifty catties of honey, and told it to stay quietly in the corner before carefully putting his uncle down from his back.

Then I cast an air-freshening spell to remove the odor from the cave.

The black sword that Brother Feng used as a crowbar is now in the hand of Uncle.

That sword strike just now was delivered by my uncle.

At this point, the black sword's appearance also changed somewhat.

The short sword transformed into a long sword, its flawless blade sprouting numerous serrations that wriggled as if alive.

The black aura surrounding the old man began to be absorbed by the black sword, with an effect hundreds of times stronger than that of the water spirit cores.

About fifteen minutes later, Wei Zhuang opened his eyes.

Although not fully recovered, they can already communicate.

He smiled at Zhang Ze, then looked down at the black sword in his hand, a nostalgic expression on his face, and gently stroked it as if reminiscing about the past.

However, Wei Zhuang's hand stopped below the hilt of the sword after a short while. He touched it a couple more times uncertainly, tilted his head to take a look, and finally looked up at Zhang Ze with a strange expression.

"Let's not talk about why my sword ended up in your hands."

"You took it, that's fine, but why did you carve words on my sword?"

The uncle handed the black sword to Zhang Ze, letting him see it for himself.

Zhang Ze flipped the sword over and looked at the character "峰" (Peak) engraved on the bottom of the hilt, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Let me tell you, this has nothing to do with me. It was the sect leader and Brother Feng who did it."

(End of this chapter)