Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 511 The White Moonlight, Oh, the White Moonlight
Although my uncle never returned, he still left some belongings for the Sword Sect.

For example, the design blueprints and refining techniques for that invincible black stockings.

For example, this black sword.

As for this black sword whose true name is "Rebirth", it is possible that its power was greatly reduced because its sword soul was separated from Wei Zhuang and kept by him.

It could also be due to the loss of documents from that year, coupled with the fact that the Sword Sect had so many black swords.

In short, this black sword was treated as an ordinary magical artifact and thrown into the Sword Sect's armory, where it remained untouched for countless years.

Until one day.

Chen Qianhu was bored, so he used dice to retrieve the black sword by chance.

He placed it in a secret realm he personally designed, as a precious gift for a certain genius boy.
"That's how it is. The sect leader didn't do it on purpose. After all, as you know, things were very chaotic back then, and he..."

Zhang Ze was only halfway through his sentence when he realized that his uncle was still in a daze and seemed to have some doubts. Misunderstanding this, Zhang Ze quickly continued to explain.

"You might not know that our Sword Sect is now littering everywhere, big and small. Let me explain."

Unexpectedly, the uncle waved his hand and said, "There's no need to explain. I know it's a tradition. I did it myself back then."

Zhang Ze, "Huh?"

He didn't quite understand. The atmosphere in the Four Continents back then was far less peaceful than it is now, and even among the Six Sects, there was a subtle tension and rivalry.

Is it really okay to throw things around like this?
Seeing that Zhang Ze didn't understand, Wei Zhuang explained it to him instead.

"We're not stupid. Not to mention that those secret realms already have arrays to detect evil people. As long as you have evil thoughts, they will be triggered directly, summoning the Sword Sect elder's Dharma body to descend and slay the evil spirits with his sword."

"Even if he bypasses the secret realm, we still have ways to deal with him."

"The buried divine weapons are all equipped with restrictions. They will be activated as soon as they touch the waist token of a Sword Sect disciple. If you try to harm them, you will trigger the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect' and they will automatically fly back to the Sword Sect's armory."

"That's where the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin' technique comes from. Literally, it means the swords will return home on their own."

"Didn't your master tell you?"

Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shook his head.

"They never told me any of this."

The uncle was displeased upon hearing this, "What kind of master are you? He doesn't teach you anything. He should be punished properly when we get out."

Hearing that his master was going to be punished again, Zhang Ze felt no ripples in his heart.

It wasn't because he was used to it, but because he had anticipated this and had already paid 300 years' worth of fines for Lao Li in advance.

If there's a problem, just deduct the penalty directly; it'll be enough to impose a fine for at least another year.

So, does this count as transferring assets? Moving the money from the Thousand Machine Pavilion to the Sword Sect?
"What are you thinking about?" Uncle coughed lightly, interrupting Zhang Ze's reverie.

"Ah, no, I was just spacing out." Zhang Ze changed the subject, no longer wanting to think about transferring assets.

"Since you know about our Sword Sect burying the sword, why did you look so strange just now? You wouldn't be trying to take this sword away, would you?"

Zhang Ze deliberately dragged out his words, not finishing his sentence.

Wei Zhuang raised his hand and flicked Zhang Ze on the forehead. "What are you saying? How could I do such a thing? Since this sword has already been given by Commander Chen to that disciple named Lin Feng, then this sword belongs to him from now on."

"This is the legacy of the Sword Sect; I'm just curious."

The old man paused here, his expression strange, "I'm curious how he managed to carve those words."

"The materials used in this sword are top-notch. Your junior brother is at most a Nascent Soul cultivator. How did he manage to carve the words on it?"
"Moreover, although it has lost its sword spirit, its nature remains. With such a fierce temperament, how could it allow others to carve words on it?"

The more the uncle talked, the more puzzled he became.

Judging from his appearance, he looked like a long-lost white moonlight, but now he had become someone she didn't recognize.
Zhang Ze coughed lightly, swallowing his words back down. He was afraid that if he said them, the three hundred years of salary he had just earned would be wiped out.

Zhang Ze then changed the subject and brought up another matter.

"By the way, do you know where this black aura comes from, and why an expert like you would be affected by it?"

He pointed to the black mist that was still floating around Wei Zhuang, appearing and disappearing intermittently, and asked.

The origin of the black mist that caused the Invincible Kick-Off Squad to scatter is unknown.

When I asked Sura and the others before, they didn't have any clue. They only said it was a natural phenomenon of the holy land, but they didn't understand its underlying causes.

The method used to treat Ah Li was merely a piece of experience accumulated from a previous attempt.

Wei Zhuang temporarily put the matter of the inscription on the sword out of his mind and said seriously.

"I don't know the specific cause of this black aura. As soon as I entered this place, I got separated from you and was tainted by this black aura."

"At first, there was nothing wrong with it, and I didn't even notice its presence. But when I used my magic and cultivation, it clung to me like a maggot."

Wei Zhuang paused, seemingly thinking about how to explain to Zhang Ze, and after a moment, he continued.

"This black aura seems to be a materialization of the power of the heavenly barrier."

"The more you use your cultivation, the more you will be eroded by it. If you want to avoid being affected by madness, you can only suppress your power."

Zhang Ze nodded upon hearing this, understanding what his uncle meant.

This black aura is similar to some kind of debuff; it's harmless under normal circumstances.

However, as long as one uses their cultivation, the upper limit of mana, health, and sanity will decrease with each use, and eventually, after reaching a certain critical point, one will enter a state of suspended animation like Uncle and Ah Li.

While the two were discussing the dark energy, Little Fu Ji was replenishing her energy. Although the blow she had just taken wasn't fatal, it had certainly left her quite badly injured.

At this moment, she transformed into a pancake and lay on the pile of herbs, slowly wriggling and constantly changing color, sometimes red, sometimes blue, like a little fairy light.

As the pile of herbs was used up, the little rotten girl, now refreshed, ran to Zhang Ze and Wei Zhuang and looked up at them for a while.

After careful consideration, I finally chose the thickest thigh.

"Ancestor, Ancestor! That bad guy just bullied me, can you go and stab her again?"

Little Fu Ji gently shook Wei Zhuang's clothes.

They looked so weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Zhang Ze glanced at the adorable Fu Ji, then turned to look at Wei Zhuang, waiting for his explanation.

At this moment, most of the black energy on his body had been absorbed by the black sword, and his strength appeared to have recovered to about 80%.

It shouldn't be too difficult to cut down that colorful-clothed girl who knows twenty-four magical spells.

But Wei Zhuang did not immediately agree; instead, he spoke frankly.

"【Reverse Life】can only help me suppress this black energy. If I want to completely eliminate it, the only way right now is through your innate Dao body method."

"Unfortunately, I haven't learned this method, and I'm not your fat dragon, so you can't help me even if I wanted you to."

"My current state is not much better than those in colorful clothes. Unless I forcefully activate [Reverse Life] like I did just now, I can only use five swords for the time being."

"After the Five Swords, my cultivation level will drop significantly, and it will take at least a quarter of an hour to suppress this black energy again."

"Aren't five swords enough?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.

“Not quite enough.” The usually strong-willed uncle rarely showed a troubled expression. “If it were really that simple, I wouldn’t have been forced into this situation.”

"Come and see."

As he spoke, Wei Zhuang implanted a memory into Zhang Ze's brow.

Wei Zhuang landed in a different place than Zhang Ze; he landed in a mountain range far away from here.

The mountains are shaded by lush trees, but apart from a few ancient city ruins, there is no trace of human activity.

Just like Zhang Ze released the bird as soon as he woke up, Wei Zhuang also habitually flew into the air, released his divine sense, and used a probing spell.

Before long, he also discovered the false sky and the sacred world that resembled the inner world of the earth.

But before Wei Zhuang could do anything, a dark spot suddenly appeared on the sun in the sky.

The next moment, a divine messenger dressed in colorful robes descended from the sky.

This colorful-clad divine messenger was a middle-aged man, eight feet tall, with a face like a red date, resembling a red-faced gorilla, and carrying a large hammer formed from condensed flames on his back.

Upon meeting, without uttering a single word, he immediately unleashed the Heaven and Earth Manifestation Technique, wielding a giant flaming hammer and smashing it towards Wei Zhuang.

But the flame was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Wei Zhuang simply picked up a withered branch from the ground and lightly slashed upwards, instantly obliterating the giant flaming hammer.

The sword energy that was unleashed did not dissipate; it also pulverized the Heavenly and Earthly Laws.

The colorful-clad divine messenger, who had launched a surprise attack, fell from the sky and crashed into the ground, creating a large crater. He had only raised his hand and had not yet cast his next spell when he was cleaved into crystal dust by the second sword strike that followed.

After Wei Zhuang easily killed the divine messenger who had launched the sudden attack, before he could even go forward to check on him, two more divine messengers descended from the sky.

It looks exactly like the hammer-wielding gorilla man who appeared before.

The two men, wielding giant flaming hammers, unleashed the "Heaven and Earth Transformation" technique and charged towards Wei Zhuang.

The two sword strikes were equally bland and tasteless. Under the suppression of realm and cultivation, even the two giant hammer gorillas were no match for Wei Zhuang.

But then, four divine messengers appeared.

This time, they didn't descend from the sky, but appeared directly behind Wei Zhuang. Their battle tactics also changed; the four giant flaming hammers merged into the earth, and they burned themselves, turning this place into a furnace.

After Wei Zhuang broke through this furnace of heaven and earth, he was greeted by the blazing fists of eight colorful divine envoys.

The next wave had sixteen, and the wave after that had twenty-four.

The good news is that the maximum number of participants is 24 at a time.

The bad news is that the waves seem endless.

Although none of the colorful-clad divine messengers could withstand a single sword strike from Wei Zhuang, the corrosive black energy caused Wei Zhuang's strength to decrease with each strike. This ebb and flow gradually reversed the situation.

Running away became the only option.

Wei Zhuang smiled helplessly, "That's how it is. Fortunately, these divine messengers are not very intelligent and do not leave their assigned areas, otherwise I would have escaped the encirclement so easily."

"But as soon as I escaped to Valley City, the aura of my escape technique still attracted the attention of the guards in colorful robes who were stationed there."

"So you understand now, right? Just now in the city, it wasn't that I couldn't kill her, it was that I was incapable of killing her."

"Twenty-four more, I really can't handle it."

Zhang Ze, who was about to stand up and fight, sat down again.

He didn't have a good solution for the time being.

However, as he repeatedly savored that memory, searching for a way out, he suddenly felt that the gorilla man with the hammer who was chasing his uncle looked somewhat familiar.

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.

yes.
It's a portrait!
Zhang Ze remembered that before setting off to enter this sacred land, Wei Zhuang had told him a strange story called "The Question of the Evening Shadow".

Near the border between Jingzhou and Zhongzhou, one can occasionally see the shadows of immortals.

These people were all highly skilled cultivators from the Central Continent War, and many of them were old acquaintances of my uncle.

They would impart their teachings to those with affinity under the setting sun, but would disappear without a trace at dawn.

Wei Zhuang suspected that the appearance of these people was related to Baiyujing in the heart of Zhongzhou.

My uncle came along this time, mainly to investigate this matter.

The giant hammer-wielding gorilla messenger who just attacked Uncle was one of the immortal shadows that appeared in Xi Ying's Inquiry.

Zhang Ze shared his findings.

After listening, Wei Zhuang nodded to indicate that he understood, but he was still a little surprised. He looked at Zhang Ze and asked.

"Can you see the faces of those divine messengers?"

Zhang Ze: "Sure, can't you see?"

"Can't see clearly."

The little rotten princess, who had just shared memories with him, chewed on a piece of immortal grass, stuffing it into her mouth as she interjected.

"Those faces have no features at all, they're just a lump of porridge."

Zhang Ze: "So, you couldn't even see the face of that divine messenger in Valley City?"

Little Fuji nodded vigorously, indicating that you were right.

Wei Zhuang: "When I saw the spell the divine messenger cast, I had some guesses, but I just didn't want to believe it."

"That was not my friend at all; it was just an empty shell."

Zhang Ze: "So, the one in Valley City just now..."

Wei Zhuang: "I can't see their faces clearly, but I recognize that sword. They should be from the Heavenly Sect."

Zhang Ze, “.”

Seeing his uncle's expression, Zhang Ze politely refrained from responding.

His intuition told him that there must be a story behind this.

But his intuition told him that rambling on would likely get him beaten up.

However, if those divine messengers were indeed cultivators who participated in the Central Continent War with Xiao Jing back then, then what exactly did they experience?
Putting aside the bizarre number and the puppet-like behavior, let's not even talk about the logic behind it.

Their state when they were killed was also strange; instead of flesh and blood dispersing, they shattered like crystals.

Like a shadow stepping into reality from a dream, or an artificial soul condensed through some method.

If it's the soul...
Thinking of this, Zhang Ze suddenly had an idea, and he looked at Wei Zhuang.

"I have an idea, but I don't know if it's feasible. Could you please give me your advice?"

Wei Zhuang, "Go ahead and speak."

Zhang Ze said, "If those colorful divine messengers are some kind of puppets, then given Xiao Jing's despicable character, he would definitely set up many rules and regulations to prevent any unforeseen events from happening and him from being devoured."

"Therefore, the actions of the colorful divine messenger must follow some kind of logic."

“Besides not leaving their own territory without permission, I suspect that their split also requires certain preconditions.”

"It will only split after it is killed."

"Normally, these colorful divine messengers are like swords hanging in the sky, helping Xiao Jing suppress the Holy Land tribes."

"But when an external force that could threaten him invades, these colorful divine messengers become catalysts for the black energy."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhuang understood.

"You mean, capture them alive?"

Zhang Ze: "Well, although I don't know the specifics, I think it's worth a try."

Wei Zhuang: "Let me think about it first."

The cave fell silent for a moment.

The old man was deep in thought with his eyes closed, while Fu Ji ran to the corner to play with the fat bear whose home they had taken.

Seeing the little rotten princess's appearance, Zhang Ze, who had nothing to offer, decided to play with A Li.

After touching her for a while, he suddenly realized that Ah Li wasn't by his side.

After the incident in Valley City, Zhang Ze used the method of origin to contact A Li and told her to find a place to hide first.

So, Zhang Ze, who suddenly found himself with nothing to do, started plotting against his uncle again.

Zhang Ze sneakily moved closer and whispered his request for permission.

"Would you like to double-check and see if the person in Valley City is indeed your old friend?"

"If so, we might be able to figure out some of our opponents' habits in advance, and then catching her will be a sure thing."

"I can paint a picture for you, and I guarantee it will be a perfect replica."

Wei Zhuang opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Ze, and after a long while, uttered two dry words.

"have a look."

"Alright." Zhang Ze rubbed his hands together excitedly, just like Lily who had met a rich man.

In just a moment, Zhang Ze used magic to redraw the portrait of the fairy in colorful clothes in the valley city.

After finishing the painting, Zhang Ze handed it to his uncle.

Wei Zhuang looked at the portrait and muttered to himself.

"So it was her?"

Seeing his uncle's expression, Zhang Ze felt the atmosphere was about right.

He took another step closer, staring at his uncle with a gossipy look on his face, played a nostalgic tune about youth on the small walnut, and muttered something under his breath.

"It's painful to keep things bottled up inside; talking about them makes you feel better, otherwise..."

"Get lost."

Zhang Ze was kicked away and crashed into Fat Bear.

Valley City.

The city, reduced to ruins, has not been restored, and the fairy in colorful clothes is still futilely piling up stones from the ruins.

After she finally transformed a three-meter-high bungalow into a thirty-meter-high tower, the black-clad and white-clad divine messengers who had gone out to investigate Zhang Ze's whereabouts returned.

Compared to those in colorful clothes, these people are indeed more human.

However, although not a puppet, they were slaves bound by chains.

Upon entering the city, the leader in black immediately knelt before the fairy in colorful clothes.

As the former lord of the Valley City before the arrival of the colorful-clad figure, this man in black faithfully fulfilled his duties.

After apologizing, he immediately proposed a solution to the problem.

The search began with Valley City as the center, and a report was simultaneously sent to Baiyujing requesting support.
What he said made a lot of sense, but before the man in black could finish speaking, he felt a sudden dizziness.

He only realized what had happened after his own head rolled twice on the ground and he recognized the headless body lying on the ground as his own.

"Alas, so I am dead."

Then he really died.

After inexplicably killing the man in black, the fairy in colorful clothes offered no explanation.

She ignored everyone else and turned to start building the second house.

The remaining men in black and white knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads or speak.

The matter of Valley City was thus inexplicably kept secret.

Bai Yujing and the God Lord, who were fast asleep, were completely unaware.

(End of this chapter)