Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 518 Little Fujoshi Creates a World

Most of the time, Fuhime is in a semi-transparent gelatinous form, like jelly.

It feels bouncy and smooth to the touch, like a little living figurine.

Hold it in your palm, point it towards the sun, and its beautiful color seems to be looking up at the sky from the seabed.

But at this moment, the little rotten princess, who was lying in the box digesting her food, underwent some changes inside.

Qin Lang saw that some blurry golden shadows appeared inside the translucent, boneless body.

It resembles a skeleton, or a vein, or perhaps some unknown plant root.

And whether it was an illusion or not, the moment Qin Lang saw those roots, he suddenly felt a sense of fulfillment, as if that was the end of everything in the world.

But this feeling of unease came quickly and went quickly, disappearing without a trace.

Although he didn't know why Xiao Fu Ji was there, Qin Lang still reached out, preparing to scoop her out.

Just as his hand reached into the box, a small, shimmering purple hand grasped his wrist. The starlight flashed briefly, but then the hand withdrew in an instant.

"Hey, someone surnamed Qin?"

"Someone surnamed Lu?"

In that instantaneous exchange, the two recognized each other.

'If her surname is Lu, then she's hiding inside Zhang Ze's body?'

No wonder it looked so familiar.

Qin Lang stopped and prepared to close the box again, while Lu Yuzhou picked up the little rotten girl, took her out of the box, and hid her.

Just as the box was about to be closed again, Ah Li's little hand reached out from Zhang Ze's body again, threw a few fried dough sticks into the box, and poured a bowl of yellow juice.

The group worked together seamlessly, their movements fluid and natural, without anyone noticing.

The leaf that had been covering Zhang Ze's senses vanished at that moment, and Zhang Ze, who now knew who was in front of him, winked at Qin Lang.

When the water gate finally returned to order, the man in black immediately turned to look at Qin Lang, only to find that Qin Lang hadn't moved at all, holding a cup of yellow liquid and smiling at him.

Before the man in black could step forward to question him, Qin Lang raised his cup and said, "Praise be to the Divine Lord! Do you, my loyal servant, intend to serve the Divine Lord in my stead?"

The keyword was detected again, and the man in black's neck started to hurt again.

Before he could regain his filial piety, the annoying man in white drank the liquid in his cup in one gulp.

Seeing that Qin Lang was still alive, the man in black flicked his sleeve in disappointment and gave up.

He already had enough trouble today and didn't want to cause any more problems.

Furthermore, it's unclear whether it was due to his inner fear or some kind of intuition.

At this moment, he felt a slight fear towards the smiling man in white, and he didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. Even the thought of revenge vanished completely.

"Enter the city!" The man in black raised his token and opened the city gate with water.

The sound of whales rose, and the fleet at Crossroads No. 25 headed towards Tian Shu City.

Watching Zhang Ze's retreating figure as he followed the fleet into the city, Qin Lang clicked his tongue.

"The taste of fried dough sticks soaked in fruit juice is disgusting, and it's clearly yellow, so why does it taste like grape?"

Licking his lips, Qin Lang turned to look at his boss, as if he had something serious to say.

But before he could speak, the man in black shuddered and disappeared in a panic.

"Sigh, I still have to practice." Qin Lang shook his head and continued to stand at the water's edge with his hands behind his back.

Although the inspector's work is finished, the security guard's work is not yet over. He has to stand guard until nine o'clock today before he can leave work.

Night, Tian Shu City.

Zhang Ze stood alone at the window, looking up at the sky.

No matter how many times he looked at it, he still felt that the night in this sacred land was somewhat eerie.

There was no starlight, no moon, only absolute darkness.

The Jade Palace, which replaced the sun, hangs eternally in the center of the sacred land. In this world where there is no sunrise and sunset, the symbol representing the arrival of night is the solar eclipse.

Unlike ordinary solar eclipses, the solar eclipse at Baiyujing begins from the very center.

Black spots appeared at the very center of Baiyujing, and then began to spread outwards, like a patch of filth that could multiply on its own.

In the end, only the outermost ring retained a sliver of light, like a halo hanging in the night sky.

However, the light of this halo was too faint, reserved solely for Bai Yujing's enjoyment.

Zhang Ze left the window and looked at Ah Li, who was hiding under the bed gnawing on the bed leg.

"Will your magic work? Using fried dough sticks instead of fish bones? What if you get caught?"

Before Ah Li could answer, voices sounded behind him.

"It's alright. Whatever's in the box is just a formality once we enter the city."

Zhang Ze was startled by the voice, but quickly realized who it was.

The small house is now concealed by Sect Master Lu's magic, and the only person who could be let in is Qin Lang.

"Good evening, Valley Master Qin. What do you mean by that?" Zhang Ze asked.

Qin Lang, ever the social butterfly, sat down at the table, picked up the water glass, sniffed it, and after confirming that the drink in the glass was not grape-flavored orange juice, he drank it and said.

“I arrived here a few days before you, so I have a general understanding of this place.”

"If you look closely, you will find that the rules set by Xiao Jing are actually riddled with holes."

Zhang Ze: "Why is that?"

He thought about it and realized that although Xiao Jing was mentally ill, the rules he set were extremely strict, which were better than his own rhyming Ten Commandments of the Human Emperor.

Qin Lang: "What else could it be? It's just that everything in the world is changing."

"Over thousands of years, ancient trees reach for the sky, and rivers change their course; how much more so should people? Rules are rigid, but people are flexible; no amount of rules can restrain a rotten heart."

"Guess who is the most loyal person to Xiao Jing in Tian Shu City?"

Zhang Ze chuckled. "The two of us."

Qin Lang: "...Except for us."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ze replied, "Then it should be those white-clad new employees."

Qin Lang nodded and said, "That's right."

Interestingly, as Qin Lang and Zhang Ze had discussed, the most loyal people in the city were those white-clad figures who were treated like expendable resources.

Those in black, having endured countless tortures to advance in rank, had long lost any reverence for Xiao Jing; all they felt was hypocritical loyalty.

If the shackles were gone, they would probably be the first to rebel.

Each of the men in black is a qualified double agent. They usually suppress their inner thoughts and only act according to the divine lord's orders. However, each of them also has their own unique skills and has figured out many rules, allowing them to think about their own things for a short period of time without triggering the Golden Gu on the back of their neck.

Of course, this level of skill is still incomparable to Zhang Ze and Qin Lang's fully automatic hymn singing technique.

This hypocrisy has long since made Baiyujing outwardly beautiful but inwardly rotten.

According to Qin Lang, in the past, in addition to the black and white-clad guards at the Water Gate, there were also three mirrors that could monitor the surrounding situation in real time.

To ensure that not a single detail was missed, at that time, let alone secretly drinking urine, you would get a slap even if you were distracted.

However, ordinary ritual implements cannot withstand the test of time, and after those mirrors were damaged, no new ones were ever installed.

"Why? I remember that one of the rules Xiao Jing set was that things had to be repaired if they were broken."

Qin Lang laughed and said, "It needs to be repaired, but there should always be a first-come, first-served order when it comes to repairing things."

After speaking, Qin Lang pointed out the window to the tower that remained brightly lit even in the night in the Holy Land.

Qin Lang: "That tower has the highest priority, it's higher than anything else."

"Therefore, as long as some insignificant equipment on the tower is accidentally 'naturally damaged,' the tower can be maintained indefinitely. Things like the Water Gate Mirror, created to monitor oneself, have long been relegated to a distant priority by the loyal black-clad individuals."

Looking at the tower, Zhang Ze thought to himself that these bastards were practically slacking off by exploiting bugs, and they were doing it at the risk of their heads exploding.

Moreover, if what Qin Lang said is true, then wouldn't that mean that Tian Shu City, which looks intact and secure, is actually rotten from the inside out?

No wonder he always felt something was off after entering the city, a mix of tension and relaxation. The surveillance level at his current residence was worlds apart from that on the street outside.

Therefore, if Tian Shu City were a golden statue, then this group of 'loyal' black-clad people would have already hollowed out the interior and filled it with straw.

Zhang Ze looked at the tower again, at the boxes of treasures being transported to Baiyujing. He wondered how much of it was actually there, as it had all been turned into a jumbled mess, just like the fruit juice soaked in fried dough sticks in A Li Sai's drink.

Seeing that Zhang Ze was starting to drift off again, Qin Lang gently tapped the table to bring Zhang Ze's attention back.

"I came to see you, not to talk about city construction. What's the deal with Fu Ji?" Qin Lang asked.

"Ah, that's exactly what I wanted to tell you. Please come with me."

Zhang Ze got up, went to the bedside, and dragged A Li out from under the bed.

Ah Li looked listless and seemed uncomfortable. She lay sprawled on the ground with her mouth wide open.

A golden vortex appeared in front of Zhang Ze. Zhang Ze gestured to Qin Lang to invite him in, then reached out and lightly touched the vortex, entering it.

The two arrived at the golden world inside Ah Li's belly.

This place, which served as Ah Li's warehouse, was devoid of spiritual energy and living beings in the past; everything within it was almost still. Any living creature that entered would soon be enveloped by the amber crystals, thus entering a state of eternity.

However, the environment here has changed, or rather, parts of the environment have changed.

Life has emerged within a circular area with a diameter of twenty meters.

The golden sands have turned into fertile soil, the air is filled with spiritual energy, unknown mushrooms and tender shoots are sprouting from the ground, and even some clouds have appeared ten meters above this circular area.

As for Little Rotten Princess, it had now turned from blue to gold, and she held up a transparent ball of light no bigger than a fist.

Little Fuji pushed the ball of light from the inside, running around happily in this area.

"This is what Little Rotten Princess looks like now; it seems like she's evolved."

Zhang Ze stretched out his foot to stop the little fuji from bumping into him, then gently kicked her back like a football, which elicited a burst of giggles from the little fuji.

Qin Lang knelt on one knee, inserted his fingers into the soil, and frowned slightly after feeling it.

This is not his method of using vitality to catalyze all things, but rather the true creation from nothing.

The little rotten princess created a small world out of thin air.

Creation?

Qin Lang looked at Zhang Ze, who shrugged.

"Don't look at me, I don't know the specifics either, and neither does Fu Ji. She only said that she thought the fish bones looked delicious, and after eating them, she turned into this."

"Sect Master Lu only held Little Rotten Princess for a short while before mushrooms started growing on her Starlight Body, and they were also emitting a certain kind of..."

Zhang Ze carefully considered his words, "Hmm, divinity, or a feeling of perfection."

"This feeling is hard to hide. To prevent being discovered, Sect Master Lu casually stuffed Fu Ji into A Li's stomach."

"Then, mushrooms started growing in Ah Li's belly."

"As for why this is the case, even Fuhime herself doesn't know."

Zhang Ze bent down, picked a mushroom from the ground, and popped it into his mouth. The delicious taste spread in his mouth, and then he saw the little man.

After a moment, Zhang Ze looked at Qin Lang and said, "If I had to guess, I suspect that the birth of Fu Ji may also be related to the past several upheavals in the sea."

"Moreover, I think her existence is likely more important than me and Ah Li, for the Four Continents."

Fu Ji, supporting herself on the ball of light, rolled around once more before jumping into Qin Lang's hand and giving a thumbs-up to her nominal master's master.

"Aren't I amazing! When we get back, I'll help you grow vegetables every day!"

Qin Lang smiled and gently poked the ball of light, seemingly trying to tease Fu Ji, but his finger was pushed away by an inexplicable force.

That power acted directly on his consciousness, giving him suggestions.

Do not harm or pop the bubbles.

After staring at Fu Ji for a while, Qin Lang gave up his plan to fight and turned to look at Zhang Ze.

"Do you think what Xiao Jing is pursuing is the current state of Fu Ji?"

"In the beginning was one, and it was perfect in itself."

As Qin Lang spoke these words, he thought of the Jade Palace hanging above the Holy Land, like the sun, the Jade Palace that was constantly feeding, the Jade Palace that could never be perfected.

It's practically a clumsy imitation of Fuhime.

Zhang Ze: "That's what we thought too, so Uncle and Sect Leader Lu went out."

"They wondered where else in the city, besides the tower guarded by countless colorful figures, could they find golden fish bones or something similar."

Qin Lang chuckled upon hearing this, "Let's forget about them. They're not professionals, and it wouldn't be good if they were discovered."

As he spoke, Qin Lang conjured up a golden coral as if by magic.

The coral is about the size of a palm, with distinct textures resembling a landscape painting, and a blue flower blooms on its tip.

It's hard to tell at first glance whether it's a living thing or a dead thing, an animal or a plant.

Qin Lang said, "These treasures go through several inspection procedures before being delivered to the tower. The security there is even worse than at the Water Gate. I saw it when I came here, and unintentionally, on the way, I borrowed some."

Looking at Qin Lang, Zhang Ze was 100% certain that he had done it on purpose, deliberately taking a detour, being very careful, and that he couldn't have taken only a small amount.

However, Zhang Ze didn't hesitate, because the moment Fu Ji saw the golden coral, she pounced on it.

Just like when she saw the golden fish bones.

Coral passed through Fukihime's bubble and was held in Fukihime's arms, but Fukihime did not absorb or eat it, but simply held it.

After hugging for a while, Little Fuji suddenly looked troubled. "Ah, unfortunately, I can't eat anymore. I need to help with the others."

This time, only this small group came with Zhang Ze; the other rotten girls were all busy with their own things in the four continents and did not come together.

"Never mind." Qin Lang looked at Fu Ji for a while, suppressed his curiosity, and gave up the idea of ​​letting Fu Ji's army invade the Holy Land now.

"Fu Ji won't run away, so there's no rush. Let's go rescue Zhu Luo tonight first."

Zhang Ze: "Should I call Sect Leader Lu and my uncle back?"

Qin Lang: "No need, the two of us are enough."

A certain place in the underground palace prison of Tian Shu City.

The dungeon, which once served as a place to suppress dissent, is now rather deserted.

Hundreds of colorful sword spirits, acting as jailers, knelt like stone statues on the floating platforms.

Over time, their colorful clothes have become covered in dust, obscuring their original colors.

Their gazes followed the crimson iron chains hanging from the dragon's mouth on the platform downwards, fixed intently on the only prisoner in the cell.

A huge tortoise shell was stuck at the bottom of the underground palace, tightly bound by crimson iron chains that silently eroded and corroded the runes on the shell.

Suddenly, a woman in colorful clothes looked away from Zhu Luo.

He looked back and saw that the small door on the rock wall behind him, which had not been opened for thousands of years, had been opened a crack and then pushed open a moment later.

Qin Lang and Zhang Ze entered the underground palace.

They had absolutely no awareness of their role as infiltrators.

They escorted each other, each being the other's prisoner and jailer.

Like the two old men, they walked casually toward the person in colorful clothes who was closest to them.

(End of this chapter)