Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 531 Magical Girls Must Be Paired with Beastmen

When the mice dig holes, no preparation is needed; Ah Li can just start eating.

Just before they started drilling, Ah Li suddenly made a stop gesture.

It jumped up and grabbed Zhang Ze's collar, making him squat down, then climbed onto Zhang Ze's shoulder and sniffed him intensely.

"Something's not right, nine out of ten things are wrong. Has someone used your shoulder before?"

Like a civil engineering guy, Ah Li pulled out a thing that looked like a level from somewhere and started measuring her own throne.

Zhang Ze patted A Li on the head, "Divine Gold, only Fu Ji touched it, no one else has used it, get to work."

Ah Li snorted, stretched out two short, chubby fingers, made a gesture that said "I will always be watching you," and then turned around to start digging a hole.

However, the way they dug mouse holes was not the gluttonous feast that Zhang Ze had imagined; rather, it was quite unique.

Ah Li's round head suddenly became blurry, her features blurred into a jumbled mess, like a cursed portrait in a horror movie.

With its head resembling porridge, Ah Li suddenly made a headbutt motion, and its lumpy head connected to the ground.

The connecting part began to be assimilated by Ah Li's head, and the assimilated part began to expand, like ink flowing from a faucet onto paper, until it filled an area of ​​1.5 meters centered on Zhang Ze.

Immediately afterwards, the oil paint took on specific features, and Ah Li's large face was transformed from 3D to 2D and appeared at Zhang Ze's feet.

Ah Li smiled at Zhang Ze, then opened her mouth wide and swallowed Zhang Ze along with Fu Ji.

As he was being swallowed, Zhang Ze heard Ah Li's voice in his ear.

"How about that? Pretty cool, right?"

Zhang Ze was indeed startled, feeling a moment of disorientation, just like when he entered the Jade Palace.

But this feeling came quickly and went quickly.

When he came to his senses, he found himself still standing near the mountaintop, with Fu Ji still floating behind him.

Ah Li, while munching away, said, "That barrier is invisible and intangible. What I'm eating is actually the coordinates beneath your feet."

Zhang Ze looked back and saw a faint circle about ten feet behind him.

Not understanding what Ah Li was talking about, he turned to look towards the imperial city.

In that distant place, the earth crumbles and recovers, accompanied by the rumble of thunder.

The giant tortoise Zhu Luo had already transformed into a dragon's body, coiled in the air, and was fighting with Xiao Mao Niang.

At this moment, a whirlwind surged around Zhu Luo, which made A Li extremely envious. She only regretted not having a pen by her side, otherwise she would definitely have memorized this technique and saved it for when she became a long strip.

Just as it was about to carve words on Zhang Ze's leg, Zhang Ze kicked it lightly, "Shh, stop fooling around, bring that thing here."

When speaking to people he knew well, Zhang Ze always used the same phrases: "this" and "that," and "this side" and "that side."

Fortunately, Ah Li understood. She put her hand in her mouth and pried it open. Before long, she had pried out a turtle shell.

He wiped himself off, then handed it to Zhang Ze, saying, "Here you go."

This tortoise shell was a gift that Zhu Luo gave to A Li. It is believed to ward off evil spirits and dampness, protect the home and bring good fortune. It can also transform the taste of water poured into it into an imagined beverage, making it an essential item for home and travel.

Of course, its most important function is still to communicate with Zhuluo.

Zhang Ze pointed to the patterns on the back of the tortoise shell, pressed it a few times, then drew a few circles. After dialing the number, he placed the tortoise shell, like a bowl, next to his ear and began to speak.

"Hey."

On Zhu Luo's side, he commanded the clouds and rain, with dozens of tortoise shells he had refined into magical artifacts floating around him, colorful and dazzling, like a VIP member who had been paying for five hundred years.

He was trying to trap the crazed monster with the tortoise shell and then enter the imperial city of Baiyujing. He almost succeeded several times, but was always repelled.

Xiao Maoniang was fine outside the city, but once she entered the city, she was like a dragon entering the sea, as if she had taken a powerful drug.

Just as Zhu Luo was about to try again, a bell suddenly rang in his ear, followed by Zhang Ze's "hello, hello" voice.

"Hey, can you hear me? If you can, could you please lure that slutty cat out a little?"

"Yes, that's right, I'm Zhang Ze. I've found a way to deal with that slut. Hmm, just pull that slut away a bit, yes, just keep her there."

After Zhang Ze finished speaking, he returned the tortoise shell to A Li and gestured for them to go over there.

Zhang Ze did not enter Baiyujing directly, but continued to direct A Li to start 'digging tunnels', shuttling back and forth between the dimensions where the old men were located, and reporting the situation.

After learning about the situation from Zhang Ze, the group had a better understanding of the situation. They consciously began to pull Xiao Maoniang away from Baiyujing, but not too far away. They just stayed there, neither too close nor too far, keeping a distance.

Although Xiao Jing became somewhat intellectually impaired because of Fu Ji, his intuition or instincts remained.

"Ha, something's not right, something's not right, there are rats! There are rats!"

It always felt like there were mice running around it, but every time it turned around, it couldn't catch a glimpse of them. And those intruders were incredibly annoying; they always came at crucial moments when it was thinking...

"Ha..." His thoughts were interrupted once again as Wei Zhuang's sword domain once again enveloped Xiao Jing in this dimension.

The sword domain was devoid of light and color, except for the eight gates that were wide open, and behind those gates, in addition to the character for "death," there was also the character for "vegetable."

Wei Zhuang felt that even though he was an old man, he still had to keep up with the times. There must be some secret behind the use of vegetables to replace death in the underground city of Qianji Pavilion.

As the four vegetable gates opened, the entire sword domain expanded infinitely, and four black swords pierced out from the vegetable gates, pointing directly at Xiao Jing, who was in the center.

Xiao Jing's flesh and blood disintegrated, but this time it did not recover. The shattered flesh and blood were covered with a layer of illusion, sometimes turning into black mycelium, and sometimes turning back into red flesh and white bones, making it difficult to see clearly.

But the next moment, Xiao Jing stabilized. His flesh and blood transformed into a storm, tearing apart Wei Zhuang's sword domain. At the same time, another version of himself jumped out of the imperial city and pounced on Wei Zhuang.

He didn't want to go, but when he saw Wei Zhuang's face, he was filled with inexplicable anger. In his hazy memory, this man was supposed to be loyal to him.

And now that they've betrayed me, they deserve to die.

"No...ha...no, that's not right..."

However, he soon realized once again that strange feeling of someone digging a hole in his house.

"There's something..."

"Ha, I need to... I need to become smarter, I have to become smarter..."

However, his thoughts were like constipated stool; his myriad ideas were stuck in the folds of his brain, unable to move.

"You idiot! Move already!"

Perhaps because he was soaked in poop, he actually had a burst of energy; his intelligence peeked out like a silkworm cocoon, and he thought of the Sword Spirit…

"They... ha..."

While fighting Wei Zhuang out of instinct, he began to summon the sword spirits he had used as redundant nodes.

But then, as I was a catgirl, the song of love and peace began to clear up, and his mind started to clear up.

That faint connection suddenly vanished. It was severed.

Then, just like the lights-out segment of a dating show, one node after another disappeared, and his intelligence, which was about to take the lead, shrank back.

"Ha!" The light in Xiao Jing's eyes completely disappeared in this dimension, and he once again used his invincible breath-breathing technique on Wei Zhuang.

……

Holy Land, Tian Shu City.

Lily, wearing a rotting hat and with her pointed head, paced back and forth at the bottom of the underground prison. She stared longingly at the red chains binding the empty tortoise shells, wondering how to remove them.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about it in a couple of days. We must learn from the Black Wind King's example; we can't be impatient for the sake of this precious cassock."

Lily the fly rubbed her hands together for a while, then spun around and floated away.

Dealing with those colorful sword spirits is the real priority.

Behind Lily, half of the dark underground prison was already covered by blue mycelium. The three human sub-bases sat on those floating platforms, with thousands of little rotten maidens hanging there, pale blue mycelium drooping down, and dozens of Tai Sui-shaped warp crystals floating among them.

Not far in front of the exit that served as the eye, there was a sign that read, "Watch your step."

Watch your step.

A middle-aged cultivator who had just emerged from the eye of the Tai Sui shook his still dizzy head and read the sign word by word.

However, as soon as he finished reading, he lost his footing and fell downwards.

Fortunately, cultivators can fly, so even though he was dizzy, he landed steadily on the ground with a move called "Wild Geese Descending on the Sand," and then looked at his fellow disciples who were gathered together not far away, chuckling at him.

"What's so funny! You have time to write signs, why don't you put up some steps for that place?"

His junior brother waved his hand, pulled the middle-aged man over, and then pointed upwards. There, their senior sister emerged from the eye of the Tai Sui, looking at the sign with clear eyes.

The middle-aged cultivator immediately understood, quickly shut up, and joined the crowd of onlookers.

Watch your step! Watch your foot! Ouch!

As the saying goes, if you've been through the rain yourself, you should let your fellow apprentices experience it too.

In short, one after another, cultivators from the four continents are arriving in the Holy Land through the teleportation portals beneath this underground palace and the trench.

Based on the principle of "exchanging homes for fun, and fun for exchanging homes", Lily, after obtaining Zhang Ze's approval to capture them alive, infiltrated Tian Shu City with Lao Tang and set up this branch base directly in this underground palace.

Firstly, this place is big enough; secondly, there are many magical girl catgirls here; and it's also very close to that smelly gold mine, which is perfect for mining to provide nutrients for the rotten princess.
Meanwhile, the base on the other side of the trench is currently guarded by Buddhist and sword sect members, serving as a trap to capture those wandering colorful sword spirits.

I heard that Chen Mumu, who was guarding that area, was exhausted. In order to capture those colorful sword spirits alive, she spent half a day cutting through more than ten moves of the Heavenly Falling Ice Lotus Sword. Now she is numb.

Fortunately, her location was still remote, so even if the colorful sword spirit came to deliver her head, there was a first-come, first-served order.

Chen Mumu is currently planning how to turn the controlled colorful sword spirits into her substitutes, so that they can throw away the expensive Heavenly Fall Ice Lotus Sword, while she can leisurely drink tea in the background.

Unfortunately, they have only severed the connection between these colorful sword spirits and Bai Yujing so far, but how to use them for their own purposes is still being figured out.

Looking at the report that had been sent back to her, Lily muttered to herself.

"The situation on the other side of the trench is so complicated. It seems that even if the colorful sword spirit on patrol and the colorful sword spirit guarding Tian Shu City are the same person, their operating logic is quite different."
"It's better here."

Lily looked up in another direction, where there was a building that was completely different from the human base. It looked bright and shiny, and everything from the little lamps hanging at the door to the various decorations was full of girlish charm.

However, the signboard on the building seemed somewhat suspicious.

Although it's currently titled "The Most Adorable Magical Cat Girl Audition in the Holy Land," the traces of previous edits and erasures still make me feel like something's off.

The original plaque seemed to say something about the Demon Ninja or something strange.
But it doesn't matter, those were just the boss's little tricks from before, Lily thought to herself as she slipped in from the back.

Inside, the corridor was crowded with magical catgirls of all genders and ages, radiating youthful energy as they discussed their upcoming audition interviews.

Behind the triple isolation doors at the end of the corridor was a room filled with talismans and mantras, with sticky slime on the corners and ceiling.

Inside the room, three fully armed cultivators sat behind a table, each using Heavenly Sect magic to transform into a ghost-fire-haired man, a bespectacled fat man, and a dark-skinned, faceless PE student.

They sat upright, their true identities hidden from view, not daring to make any small gestures that revealed their personal habits.

Whenever a magical catgirl walks into this room with a smile, they all raise their hands to cast a spell.

A vortex-like stream of light shot out from the three people's palms, triggering the surrounding talismans and mantras. The magical catgirl who was hit was also knocked off her body as if her soul had left her body.

It was like a personality split; a blurry shadow was ejected from their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, the rotting concubine lurking on the rooftop made her move, extending down like a pipe and swallowing the controlled colorful sword spirit whole.

A moment later, the tube was retracted, and the colorful sword spirit returned to its original form, a standard golden humanoid with a bald head.

It has been formatted.

The hidden door on the side of the room opened, and two cultivators dressed in orc leather suits came out. They lifted the fallen, colorful sword spirit and carried him out.

Descending through the hidden door, one soon arrives at a brightly lit room where cultivators dressed in various cosplay outfits are sealing away these sword spirits, to be studied more thoroughly when they are transported back to the Four Continents.

The one who had just been wearing the orc skin patted his companion, signaling him to go outside to talk.

After arriving at a secluded spot, a woman's voice came from under the orc hide, "Hey senior sister, why are we dressed like this? It's so ugly."

Another senior sister, dressed in orc leather armor, replied, "Just make do with this. All the leather armor we can find that blocks auras is like this. You don't like this green orc skin, are you going to wear that minotaur suit?"

The orc in leather suit shook her head and said, "That's not what I meant. I meant there's absolutely no need for it."

The orc in leather suit said, "Idiot, why is it unnecessary? I heard from Master that the ancestors may not have perished. They were imprisoned in the Jade Palace."

“And those perverted sword spirits are connected to our ancestors.” The orc in leather armor pointed to her head. “It’s shameful to turn into some kind of magical girl or catgirl. It’s fine to just let it pass as a dream.”

"If you don't mention it, I won't mention it, and everyone will shut up and let this matter rest. But if the patriarchs wake up and find you in their dream, then..."

The junior sister in the orc suit said, "Alright, senior sister, stop talking. I don't want to be buried alive. Being an orc is pretty good."

As he spoke, the suit, programmed as it was, revealed a lewd smile.

With the redundant nodes like the Colorful Sword Spirit being cut off by Lily and the others, Zhang Ze's infiltration became increasingly smooth. Although he was almost discovered by Xiao Maoniang several times, he eventually entered the imperial city without any major incidents.

Once inside, however, he found himself at a loss for where to begin, as the city was filled with thick, black slime mold.

Fortunately, these slime molds did not react to Zhang Ze's arrival, and Zhang Ze wisely refrained from engaging them.

He squatted on a stone lion, looking up at the sky, pondering how to pull those predecessors down, but Fu Ji spoke in his ear.

“They are not in the heavens; those are just projections. The real them are there.”

Following Fu Ji's direction, Zhang Ze looked towards the imperial palace.

(End of this chapter)