Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 516 No one is more loyal than us, don't you think?

Tian Shu City differs somewhat from the other holy land cities.

In some remote cities, unless there are special circumstances, people dressed in colorful clothes will never appear.

And the number of people in white clothes would not exceed twenty.

But in Tian Shu City, people in white are as numerous as stray dogs on the roadside.

And probably because they are unsightly, the Crocodile People, who are responsible for city defense and can be seen everywhere else, are considered a lower race that is prohibited from entering the city here.

Their ecological niche has been replaced by white-clad individuals.

Therefore, in this city that should have been the most heavily guarded, a small but significant loophole appeared: whether there was an extra or missing white-clad figure, no one would notice.

All you have to do is sneak into any nurturing center, tamper with the roster a little, and pick an unlucky person to take their place.

After that, all that is needed is to use some tricks to smuggle out the ritual of receiving the divine mandate, and one can integrate into the Heavenly Pivot without anyone noticing.

The reason it was so easy was mainly because Xiao Jing was suspicious.

Even towards these pre-natal white-coated individuals who had grown up in the nurturing institution, received divine grace education, and were theoretically absolutely loyal, he had no trust whatsoever.

The black-clad messengers who come here to educate these children all have their faces covered and their voices altered, and they rotate every half month.

The same applies to those in white who receive education; they cover their faces and change their voices during class.

The goal is to reach a state where brothers do not recognize each other, sons do not know their fathers, and teachers and disciples do not recognize each other, with only the divine lord in their hearts.

After graduating from the Nurturing Institute and becoming a white-robed individual, although they no longer wear masks, they will be scattered and assigned to various missions throughout the Holy Land.

Furthermore, they must continue to be rotated periodically after allocation.

But even that's not enough; there's a specific method to this rotation.

The rotation is determined entirely by random spells. The black-clad official in charge is only responsible for recording and issuing transfer orders, and has no real authority over the process.

Not to mention the blasphemous act of remembering names.

If they dare to remember names today, they'll dare to form cliques and engage in corruption tomorrow, and they'll dare to rebel the day after!
This is utter disloyalty, and we must strike hard once it is discovered.

In short, any form of group behavior must be avoided.

Because these divine messengers were all human, they were completely isolated from the Holy Land tribes.

In addition to the headshot law and the suppression by the colorful clothes, this abnormal structure has been operating smoothly to this day without any major flaws.

The result was that almost none of these people in white or black were normal; they were all extreme perverts.

If you arrest twelve out of ten and execute them, there will still be eight who escape.

But the deity didn't care. He thought it was better this way. The worse everyone was, the more they slandered each other, the safer he would be.

However, there is no perfect plan in this world.

Although Xiao Jing's idea was good, this crazy, ultimate sensitive skin race system still overlooked one thing, or rather, it didn't take everything into account.

That means someone has come in from outside. What should we do?

What if the person who comes in is a scoundrel who can fight, can stay alive, and has been doing petty theft for years?
In particular, there is likely more than one such person.
And as it turns out, simply relying on the black aura and the colorful clothes to surround and block them is far from enough to deal with this situation.

Although Qin Lang is not like Zhang Ze, who is insoluble in water and can restart on his own, nor does he have the cunning and manipulative methods of Lu Yuzhou.

But he is also a master of delaying death and slowing down aging.

The influence of the black energy was suppressed and concealed to the greatest extent possible, condensed in his dantian, and enveloped by vital energy.

The divine lord implanted the Six Paths Codex into his body during the transmission of the Dharma, but it was actually a Gu worm of the Golden Gu. It was like a grandson meeting his grandfather, and he could easily control it.

At this moment, nestled under the skin on the back of his neck, was a small green figure. The figure's features were eight parts similar to Qin Lang's. The golden Gu that had been implanted into him during the transmission of the magic had long been transferred into the figure's body.

This villain, with his hands raised high and tears streaming down his face, sang a hymn of loyalty and prudence to the high and mighty Jade Palace through the Golden Gu.

Therefore, Qin Lang wasn't lying; it's not certain that you can find someone more loyal than him in this sacred land.

South of Tian Shu City, on Fa Lu Street.

After finishing his boasting with his temporary colleagues, Qin Lang walked alone, hands in his pockets, chest tucked in, respectfully to the side.

Maintaining a smile, he remained silent when he saw someone in white robes of the same rank, but immediately bowed and stopped to pay his respects when he saw someone in black robes of a higher rank.

They strictly adhered to the rigid hierarchical rules, leaving no excuse for anyone.

During this process, in addition to observing the situation in the city, he was also pondering the giant tortoise chasing Luo and the matter of Baiyujing.

The location where Zhu Luo was imprisoned has been identified, but a good way to get in hasn't been found yet. As for the Jade Palace in the sky...
Qin Lang raised his head slightly and looked towards the center of Tian Shu City, where a tall tower stood.

A beam of light shot straight into the sky, and countless fully automated flying boats shuttled up and down along the beam, traveling between the 'sun' in the sky and Tian Shu City.

Qin Lang clearly saw that after leaving the tower, the flying boats would pass through some kind of barrier and undergo some kind of verification.

In that instant, even Qin Lang himself sensed a certain danger, and such tests had been conducted no less than a hundred times from Tian Shu City to Bai Yu Jing.

Qin Lang lowered his head again, temporarily abandoning his plan to sneak into Baiyujing through that path.

He then began to ponder what Xiao Jing was trying to do.

Although the details are unknown, the flying boats that travel between Baiyujing and Tianshu City every day carry rare and precious materials from the Holy Land.

Even Ah Li, after so many years, should be sick of eating like this.

But Bai Yujing, or rather Xiao Jing, showed no signs of vomiting.

'What kind of technique is he practicing?'

'And speaking of which, what's going on in Valley City?'

'Could it have been Zhang Ze who did it? I wonder how Sect Leader Lu and Master Wei Zhuang are doing.'

Hopefully they can find this place too.

'Once this is all over, I'll definitely move all those spiritual plants back to Medicine King Valley. Sigh, they're all such good things; leaving them here is such a waste.' 'No, this sacred land is also a good place. I'll demolish Tian Shu City too and use it all for farming.'
'Okay, let's do it that way.'

While thinking about these random things, Qin Lang suddenly stopped.

A black-clad divine messenger appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

Compared to the white-clad person who was just laughing and joking with him, this black-clad person seemed to lack human warmth.

"Where are you going? Give me your credentials."

"Reporting to you, sir, I just received the divine instruction today and was assigned to grind herbs at No. 70, Dharma Furnace Street. I am about to go back to work."

As Qin Lang spoke, he handed over his identity token and bent down, revealing his neck.

The man in black took the token, glanced at it, and then inserted it into a conch shell, which he then hung around Qin Lang's neck.

Faluo was checking where Qin Lang had gone and who he had met.

Of course, the man in black in charge of the inspection was not qualified to know this information.

He was just responsible for checking the conch shell.

Therefore, when he saw the conch shell light up white, he had no doubt whatsoever.

Returning the token to Qin Lang, the man in black said, "An explosion occurred at number seventy. It has been determined that it was caused by the disloyalty of three people."

“From today onwards, number seventy will be closed. All those not in white robes should go to number 351 on Shoulu Street to await orders. Your remaining lives will be arranged by the Divine Lord.”

His words contained nothing but loyalty and respect, without a trace of his own thoughts.

Qin Lang said nothing more. He respectfully accepted the jade token with both hands, responded with a "yes," and then backed away.

He didn't turn around and walk towards the direction of the Ordination Street until he had walked ten steps away.

"This is a bit annoying. I thought I was having good luck, but something happened at this crucial moment. I guess I'll have to be rotated to another place. I hope I won't be assigned to another region," Qin Lang muttered to himself.

Unlike the other white-clad men who dream of being sent to remote mountain villages to live like old men from morning till night.

Qin Lang, this loyal white-clad man, was very reluctant to leave Tian Shu City, which was forever radiant thanks to the divine light of the Lord.

"How sad, why can't they be as loyal as I am?"

Qin Lang remained expressionless, pondering how to stay there and not leave.

"Sigh, if all else fails, we'll just have to rescue the old turtle and then run away and hide?"

Of course, although Qin Lang thought this way, he did not take any immediate action. He obediently went to No. 351 Shoulu Street, intending to take a look first.

He didn't have to wait long before he received a new job.

"Qin Qi, the Divine Lord has ordered you to go to the Thirteenth Water Gate to guard the pavilion and assist the black-clad servants in inspecting the passages from the Twentieth to the Thirtieth Gate, checking objects and verifying people. There must be no mistakes!"

Qin Lang hurriedly accepted the imperial decree, beaming with joy, and declared that he loved being a security guard.

Outside Tianshu City.

Standing atop the hill, Zhang Ze suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

It's as if I'm playing Journey to the West, except this Journey to the West is dark and gloomy. I'm not here to be a stable boy or to obtain the scriptures.

All he had to do was raise his fist, which had a magnetic field rotating a million times, and smash that wretched place to pieces.

The execution of the false emperor is an example of this.

As for himself, he seemed to be not Sun Wukong, but the White Dragon Horse.

But in the song, the white dragon horse is at most just carrying Tang Sanzang and his three disciples.

But it seems like there are quite a few people I need to carry.

Everyone, including the fat bear who knew too much, and the already smashed Valley City, were all captured and taken by A-Li's supernatural powers.

Ah Li then hid inside Zhang Ze's body.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, Zhang Ze, as the boss, currently has three stages.

The first stage is a sword-wielding youth, the second stage is a square pig, and the third stage is a cartload of bread-bread men.
Zhang Ze shook his head, no longer thinking about these messy things. He stepped down from the hilltop and walked down the other side of the mountain.

After interrogating the white-clad survivors of Gu Zhongcheng, he had a general understanding of Tian Shu City's nature and knew that he would need to use some methods to enter it.

In the direction Zhang Ze descended the mountain, there was a small town. The town had no name, only a number starting with "A", and was called Daokou.

Its main function is to divert traffic from Tian Shu City and conduct preliminary inspections of returning white and black-clad individuals and supplies.

The defenses at these crossroads are practically nonexistent compared to those at Tian Shu City.

It's difficult to sneak into the city and kill someone without anyone noticing, but it's very easy to do so at the crossroads outside the city.

Zhang Ze infiltrated the entrance to Passage 25 (Section A). This entrance was specifically prepared for treasures that needed to be soaked in water, so the entire Passage 25 (Section A) was damp and had a strange smell.

What Zhang Ze needed to do was find someone at the [Jia Twenty-Five] intersection to replace him, and then follow the seafood delivery team through the [Thirteenth Water Gate] into the seemingly solid but actually weak Tian Shu City.

"Delivering takeout, I wonder. Hmm, I also wonder if the security guards at the Thirteenth Water Gate are annoying."

Zhang Ze rubbed his small hands together and, inside a building where fish and dragon creatures were dealt with, turned the neck of a lone man in white a hundred and eighty degrees.

With a flash of starlight in his palm, the white-robed figure vanished without a trace, and before the golden Gu behind the white-robed figure's neck could react, it was caught in Zhang Ze's hand.

When he opened his hand again, the golden Gu had been assimilated by Zhang Ze and turned into a dog tag with a virus and a back door.

Zhang Ze placed the golden gu on the back of the neck, burying it under the skin, causing it to automatically sing a hymn of loyalty.

He stepped forward and transformed into the white-clad figure, taking his place.

Zhang Ze quietly and skillfully used a knife to cut the fish, remove the bones, find the pearls, and pack it up with a label.

They await the ultimate showdown with the [Thirteenth Water Gate] security force.

(End of this chapter)