Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 519 Let's just say, you're all catgirls.
Just like you can exploit bugs when repairing things, you can also exploit bugs when you're in jail in this beautiful Tian Shu City.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of generations of men in black, the number of death sentences in Tian Shu City has been reduced from 5,300 to 2,100 through various means.

The operational methods include, but are not limited to, those mentioned above.

Addressing the issue at its source involves physically eliminating some of the subjects and objects of the law.

This causes the ritual implements to be constantly flooded, prolonging the judgment process, and so on.

Aside from those unavoidable punishments where a headshot would result in death, any other punishments that even remotely required the use of these black-clad judges were circumvented by their loyal black-clad officers.

In particular, almost all of the criminal laws that required imprisonment have been abolished.

As a result, prisons have now become completely useless.

If it weren't for the fact that they happened to find a law prohibiting the carrying of excrement into Tian Shu City, and that Zhang Ze cleverly repaired a waterlogged Judgment artifact, plus the fact that the two of them reported each other and confessed, it really wouldn't have been so easy for them to get in.

But after entering...
Zhang Ze clung to the cold iron prison door, squeezed sideways through the gap in the iron pillar, and looked at Qin Lang next door.

"Valley Master Qin, what do you mean? Shall we unleash our full power, or shall we unleash our full power?"

Zhang Ze had seen Qin Lang in action before and thought that the three-headed, six-armed barbarian god was incredibly cool.

Furthermore, he had always wanted to ask which head had the final say when things turned out that way.

Unexpectedly, Qin Lang did not respond. At this moment, the Great Valley Master Qin was sitting cross-legged on the cold ground, digging at the soil.

Zhang Ze squeezed through the gap in the iron bars of the cell door, then opened the door and entered Qin Lang's cell. He squatted down next to Qin Lang, watching him quietly with curiosity.

A moment later, Qin Lang opened his eyes, and his fingers left the ground, a barely perceptible root flashing by.

At the same time, the images he had just detected were shared into Zhang Ze's mind.

The entire underground palace prison, along with the surrounding restrictive arrays, appeared before Zhang Ze's eyes.

"Got it! These are the blueprints for the prison break, right? Why, are they tattooed on my back?"

Qin Lang looked up and glanced at Zhang Ze, who was a little too excited. "What's with the tattoo? We're not barbarians. Why would we draw things on our bodies? Just remember them in your head. Here, take this."

As he spoke, Qin Lang tossed a bag of seeds into Zhang Ze's hand.

"What is this?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.

Qin Lang, "The seeds of the swordwood flower."

Zhang Ze, "Where did you come from?"

Qin Lang: "Borrowed from your Sword Sect."

Zhang Ze, "?"

Valley Master Qin said innocently, "It really was borrowed, but I just didn't tell you before."

"Your Sword Sect is wasting resources. You obtained this divine wood called Sword Wood, but you don't know how to use it. You just put it in the armory to gather ashes."

"In order to prevent such a divine object from being tarnished, I had no choice but to borrow a small section of it."

"Look, thanks to the careful watering and grafting by this Valley Master, not only has this tree been given a new lease on life, but a subspecies called Swordwood Flower has also been cultivated."

"Shocking or not, unexpected or not."

Zhang Ze, “.”

He sighed, perhaps out of habit, and stopped dwelling on the matter, instead holding the seeds and asking a question.

"So these flowers are used to cut those chains?"

Qin Lang shook his head again, "No, this thing is meant to be blown up here."

Zhang Ze, "?"

According to Qin Lang's calculations, if this underground palace were to be blown up, at least half of Tian Shu City would collapse and fall into the abyss.

This collapse could also potentially affect the towering structure called Tongtian, which connects to Baiyujing.

As for when this hidden mine will detonate, that will depend on the specific circumstances after Zhu Luo is rescued.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ze, who was naturally a hothead, immediately became excited and eager to try it out.

"Now?"

Qin Lang was speechless. "What's the rush? Have you forgotten why we're here? Let's rescue the old turtle first."

There are two difficulties in rescuing Zhu Luo: one is the guards in colorful robes, and the other is the magical chains binding Zhu Luo's tortoise shell.

Those colorful clothes are also interesting. It seems that the colorful clothes in this prison all have single-circuit thinking and can only think about one thing at a time.

Aside from guarding Zhuluo, or more accurately, guarding those iron chains, they didn't concern themselves with anything else.

So much so that Zhang Ze and Qin Lang could even openly plot their bombing here.

As for the iron chain, although it appears to be hundreds, it is actually just one.

It exudes a fierce aura and possesses the power to damage one's mind and soul, capable of devouring bones and locking the soul. Although it is evil, it can still be considered a top-tier magical artifact even among the Six Sects.

With the addition of that eerie black aura, trapping a Mahayana practitioner would be a piece of cake.

So after a brief discussion, the two decided to temporarily take control of the colorful clothes.

Then check Zhu Luo's condition to see how long he can hold out. After confirming this, decide whether to immediately call in reinforcements or proceed cautiously.

As for how to control the colored clothes
Zhang Ze stood up, one hand holding the sword spirit dark guard code his uncle had taught him, and the other hand engraving a black stone that read "You're a catgirl."

Although it's impossible to summon Lu Tianming's personality into these colorful sword spirits like one would with Lu Tianming, it's enough to brainwash and control them for a period of time.

Zhang Ze looked at Qin Lang and said, "Why don't you come along?"

Qin Lang shook his head awkwardly, "You go ahead, I'll prepare here. We'll need some methods to get around those chains."
"Okay, I just can't bring myself to do it," Qin Lang admitted frankly in the face of Zhang Ze's suspicious gaze.

"Although they are not real, I have seen half of them in portraits, and more than ten of them are my predecessors from Medicine King Valley, so you know what I mean."

Zhang Ze shrugged indifferently, indicating that he would do it himself.

Since he didn't know anyone, he didn't feel any psychological burden.

But not long after, Zhang Ze realized that he might have been overthinking things.

Because he couldn't stand it after only 'brainwashing' the two girls in colorful clothes.

Although Senior Lu Tianming was a bit ill, he could still be classified as a cold and aloof fairy when he didn't speak. His transformation into a catgirl was just an unexpected contrast, and he got used to it after a while.

But the problem now is that 80 percent of the people dressed in colorful clothes here are men, strong men, men with white hair or grass growing on their heads.

so.
Zhang Ze took a step back, distancing himself from the old man with grass growing on his head. This man was a senior from Medicine King Valley, whose name seemed to be Old Man Qingmu.

At this moment, the tall, muscular old man with a long white beard and a potted plant on his head was sitting on the ground like a duck, tilting his head and looking at Zhang Ze. He stuck out his tongue, made a cat paw shape with his hands, and meowed playfully.

"Meow~"

Zhang Ze shuddered, steadied himself, and suppressed the urge to pierce his own eyes.

He looked at the black stone in his hand, pondering how to modify the inscription on it.

Change the keywords to something like a magical girl with a passionate heart but a cold and ruthless exterior, or a magical old man.

Just don't meow.

However, perhaps due to his uncle's excessive obsession, Zhang Ze failed.

The contents of the black stone have been transformed into a magical catgirl.
Zhang Ze looked at the black stone in his hand and sighed. He gave up struggling. He was afraid that if he failed again, he might create something even more sinister.

Magical catgirl is fine, there shouldn't be much difference.

Zhang Ze stopped looking at the old man behind him who was using the potted plant on his head as a cat toy, and jumped to the next platform.

After a few breaths.

Clad in black armor, over three meters tall, with bluish skin, he resembled a former general of Noxus's Sion, and made a discordant sound with his iron chin.

"(ゝω) Chu~ Meow! For the sake of the God! Will you form a band with me? For love and justice, let's purify this world!"

Zhang Ze, “.”

Tired, destroyed.

Through Zhang Ze's tireless efforts, which left him feeling utterly hopeless, the underground prison of this evil cadre was soon transformed into the headquarters of the catgirl magical girl.

Everywhere you look, there's an atmosphere of love and peace, and slogans of youthful energy.

As long as you don't worry about gender or leg hair, it's pretty normal.

Silently reciting that everything was for Senior Zhu Luo, Zhang Ze fell back to the bottom of the pit, watching Mr. Qin cast his spell with a faint sense of death in his eyes.

At this moment, Qin Lang stood beside the mountain-like tortoise shell. He did not touch the chains, but instead nurtured a seed.

The seed was driven into the crack of the tortoise shell, and with Qin Lang's catalysis, the tightly closed tortoise shell was stretched open by a barely perceptible crack.

"Where did you borrow these seeds from? Longhu Mountain?" Zhang Ze, still reeking of death, asked. Qin Lang glanced at him sideways. "No, these are seeds I planted myself."

He wanted to say something more, but seeing that Zhang Ze didn't trust him because of his character, Valley Master Qin gave up explaining.

He said seriously.

“I feel something’s wrong with Zhu Luo. It seems a bit empty inside. We need to hurry. Follow me.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ze stopped thinking about the cat girl and followed Qin Lang into the tortoise shell through the small gap.

However, I was startled as soon as I entered.

The inside of the tortoise shell had been completely eroded, and blackened, stringy membranes hung down from the top, like banners soaked in blood.

The crimson blood mist was thick and dense. Walking through it, one could not see anything beyond a hand's width. With each step, one felt an immense force pressing down on one's body, as if carrying a mountain on one's back.

Qin Lang knelt on the ground with a solemn expression, placing his hand on the abdominal armor, attempting to heal it with his supernatural powers.

However, that force representing life was like a bowl of water poured into a volcano; it evaporated instantly and vanished into nothingness.

"Don't panic, it's not necessarily going to be bad yet. Let's go further in and see."

It was unclear whether Qin Lang was comforting Zhang Ze or himself.

However, the further they walked, the heavier their mood became.

As they went deeper, they saw no sign of improvement whatsoever.

Furthermore, the blood mist grew increasingly dense, even forming a miasma. Even Zhang Ze and Qin Lang found themselves spinning in circles several times, nearly getting lost.

After walking for a while, Qin Lang suddenly reached out and stopped Zhang Ze.

"Wait a minute, there's something ahead."

"Is it Senior Zhu Luo?" Zhang Ze had no feeling at all. He waved his hand, trying in vain to dispel the fog.

"I don't know, but anything can happen here now, so be careful." After Qin Lang finished speaking, he handed a jade ruler to Zhang Ze for self-defense.

The two continued forward, and soon even Zhang Ze sensed something ahead.

Unlike the surrounding deathly silence and bloodshed, the very center of the tortoise shell was filled with an unusual vitality.

However, when the thing hidden behind the blood mist was exposed to Qin Lang and Zhang Ze, both of them were stunned for a moment.

"Ugh?"

There was no parasitic flesh and blood seed as they had imagined, nor a half-dead old tortoise in front of them.

They saw another tortoise shell, another golden one, about seven or eight meters in diameter.

Someone had written "I was here" on the tortoise shell.

Zhang Ze & Qin Lang, “.”

Looking at the tortoise shell, whose style was completely different from its surroundings, the two of them were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to relax or continue to be anxious. They were stuck in the middle, neither able to relax nor to relax.

Relying on his ability to revive, Zhang Ze declared that he would go first. He unleashed his innate Dao body, walked to the golden tortoise shell, and poked it.

It feels cool to the touch and has no restrictions.

After poking around a few more times, Zhang Ze finally mustered up the courage to put his ear close to the mouth, wanting to hear what was going on inside.

Ideally, it should have a heartbeat sound.

However, Zhang Ze heard a very discordant sound.

"BBB, A is missing, go to B."

Zhang Ze, "Hmm?"

To make sure he hadn't misheard, he got up, rubbed his ears, and then put them back on.

Sure enough, the voice I heard this time was different again.

"Iron chains link us together, wine and killing are our weapons. Those who invade the territory of Great Wu will be crushed! Speak with my ancient sword!"

Zhang Ze, "?"

Realizing that things might not be so simple, Zhang Ze didn't wait for Qin Lang and ran straight to the other side of the tortoise shell.

The hole that was originally for the turtle's head to enter and exit was now covered with a layer of water film, and Zhang Ze stepped inside.

At first it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through; take one step, and suddenly it opens up into a bright and spacious place.

The inside of the tortoise shell was like a paradise, almost too lively.

There's an internet cafe on the left, a swimming pool on the right, a buffet restaurant in the middle, and an amusement park in front.

The space inside the tortoise shell was packed full, with a group of adorable mythical beasts running around inside.

After a small Qilin jumped out of the water, it recognized Zhang Ze, barked, and ran towards the internet cafe. Not long after, Zhu Luo's voice came from inside.

"What's wrong? Has someone arrived?"

Soon, Zhang Ze saw a 'shellless old turtle' wearing black leather pants, a small jacket, and sunglasses walk out of the internet cafe.

Seeing Senior Zhu Luo's sullen appearance, Zhang Ze sighed.

He took a glass of juice from the tray that passed over the little sheep's head and drank it all in one gulp.

so tired.

At this moment, Qin Lang also walked in. After seeing the scenery inside the shell, his expression was similar to Zhang Ze's, and he was also somewhat speechless.

A waste of feelings.

Picking up a glass of juice, Qin Guzhu drank it all in one gulp, only to find it was grape-flavored orange juice again, which made him even more unhappy.

"What exactly happened?" he asked Zhu Luo.

The ins and outs of the matter are not complicated.

After Zhu Luo landed, he encountered a situation similar to the others. He was also corrupted by the black energy and besieged by Caiyi. With the combined effects of these two factors, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Then he was treated as a foreigner, which attracted the attack of the Tower of Heaven in Tian Shu City, and he was taken down in one move.

When Zhang Zegang awoke from the Holy Land, the fleeting clouds and dragon roars he saw were the scene when Zhu Luo was attacked by the tower.

But just as the others each have their own methods, Zhu Luo also has this signature skill: a tortoise shell that can be used and replaced as needed, just like underwear.

After being captured, Zhu Luo immediately used the Divine Turtle Shell Retraction Technique, abandoning the severely damaged and eroded tortoise shell and replacing it with a new one, creating a paradise within a shell.

Because the source of the black energy was still unclear, and going out again might lead to the same mistake, Zhu Luo did not act rashly, but instead hid inside the shell within the shell.

Using the shells he had discarded as samples, he began to study the secrets of the black mist.

As for these mythical beasts and exotic pets, they were purely accidental.

Before setting off, Zhu Luo was in a hurry and didn't do a thorough check when putting the tortoise shells in his pocket, which is why he brought these naughty little guys with him.

When they discovered it, it was too late, so Zhuluo set up an amusement park to keep them from being scared and bored.

After listening, Qin Lang sighed and said weakly.

"It's good that you're alright. Let's go out first. Sect Leader Lu and Mr. Wei are also in Tian Shu City. Let's meet up with them first, then we'll prepare and head to Bai Yu Jing to end this farce."

"But what about the jailers outside?" Zhu Luo asked.

Qin Lang said, "Don't worry, everything has been taken care of. As long as we don't touch the chains or your corroded tortoise shell, they won't stop us."

Zhu Luo said, "That's good. I don't want to fight with them either."

There was nothing more to say, but as Zhang Ze left the tortoise shell, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He remembered something: Senior Zhu Luo knew all the original bodies of those colorful clothes, and had even held most of them when he was a child.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ze wanted to make one last effort, but unfortunately it was too late.

Dressed in leather jacket and pants, and looking just like an old baby, Zhu Luo stepped out of the tortoise shell before Zhang Ze.

As soon as he came out, he saw a band made up of acquaintances in front of him.

"(ゝω) Chu mi~ Meow! For love and justice, we'll be a band for life, meow!"

Zhu Luo, “.”

He subconsciously turned to look at Zhang Ze, but Zhang Ze turned his head to the other side, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"It was Senior Wei Zhuang who did it. If you have any questions, go to him."

"I have no melons for rain."

(End of this chapter)