Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 533 What right do you have to write my name on your body?
The sudden appearance of this collaborator makes it hard not to suspect that it's some kind of trap.

After all, this black slime mold has always been elusive and has never spoken before. It is quite rare for it to suddenly become so innocent.

"Why do you call me master?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.

This time, the black slime no longer formed characters; instead, a sound like the vibration of crystals echoed in Zhang Ze and Fu Ji's ears.

“Master, it’s you, Master. You’ve returned here. Please take me back to the beginning.”

Hearing this emotionless voice, Zhang Ze replied perfunctorily, "Master... your master is a little busy right now, please wait a moment."

"Yes, Master."

After calming the sticky black lump down, Zhang Ze glanced towards the outside of the imperial city.

He discovered that Xiao Maoniang was still fighting with her uncle and hadn't paid any attention to this side. After entering the imperial city, he also found nothing unusual about the talismans and hidden nails he had left behind.

Without Zhang Ze's prompting, Ali quietly began digging a hole under her feet. Instead of digging in a showy way, she acted as if nothing was wrong, blowing a leaky whistle while drawing circles with her feet.

Although that makes it seem more suspicious.

While Ah Li was digging the hole, Fu Ji wanted to sneak a little bit of the black sticky thing over to touch it and see if it was really her old roommate.

However, before she could even get her hands on it, the black slime suddenly went into attack mode, its alien swords materializing into real form, and a terrifying pressure loomed over the rotten princess who had transformed into a tiny urn.

The area was precisely controlled, only covering Fuhime, as if a circle had been drawn above her head.

This sudden turn of events startled Fu Ji, but before she could react, she heard the black slime mold speak.

"You won't touch me? You lowly servant!"

Fukihime, "?"

It was so inexplicable that Fukihime laughed in exasperation.

In recent years, Fu Ji has been having a blast being the mascot of Qianji Pavilion. She's never been subjected to this kind of pointing and whispering before.

Even in the past, the worst thing one could do was to be fed to evil gods; I've never heard of such a thing as a servant.

Just as Fu Ji was about to stomp on its foot, she saw Zhang Ze reach out his hand to try and break up the fight.

Since he cannot die in Baiyujing, Zhang Ze's courage has grown incredibly large.

However, the moment he extended his hand towards the black mass, the simulated sharp sword array immediately withered.
"Owner."

Fukihime, "."

The discriminatory treatment is quite obvious.

Looking at these distinctly sized black lumps, Zhang Ze was speechless. He stepped forward and touched the protruding tip.

That gesture was exactly like patting a fluffy dog's head.

He simply wanted to feel the texture of this thing and see if it was the same as the one with the rotten princess.

In the instant of contact, he first accessed the fragmented, dark mass of memories.

Then, the fragment of the source of all laws called 'Assimilation' that had been planted in his soul by the corrupt concubine and melted into his divine soul suddenly became clear.

At the same time, Zhang Ze's senses suddenly expanded, and countless specks of light, like dust, appeared in his field of vision within the Holy Land, including the fragments swallowed by the Little Rotten Princess.

The largest one is located underground in this imperial city.

It was a ball of light like a crescent moon, with a large chunk missing from the top, its surface pitted and uneven, and its core completely empty.

It resembles both the moon and a worm-eaten apple.

This must be the fragment of the Source of All Laws that Xiao Jing collected.

Apart from the largest clump, all the other fragments began to converge towards him, and in the process of converging, he seemed to merge with the sacred land.

Mountains, rivers, grass, and trees are all made of blood and bones; all things can take form in a single thought.

This feeling was quite strange; even in a certain place in his perception, the existence of the four continents became clearer.

It's not a planet in the universe, nor the earth beneath her feet, but a real little girl mom.

It was as if I had become an existence equal to Him.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to become engrossed and his consciousness began to blur, he heard Ah Li's voice in his ear.

"Hey! Wake up! Don't forget to come home for dinner!"

Ah Li's voice pulled Zhang Ze back from his daze. He opened his eyes, let go of the black mass's hand, and felt like a drowning person returning to shore.

Zhang Ze looked at his hands; the sticky mucus seemed to have become one with his skin, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how hard he tried.

Furthermore, his feet were connected to the ground, and with a forceful lift, he tore off the mycelium strands.

It seems that if Ah Li's reminder had come any later, he would have merged with the White Jade Palace.

After using his innate Dao Body to restore himself, Zhang Ze looked at the black lump.

Although this description is somewhat perverse, after the contact just now, he can be 100% certain that at least this lump has completely taken on his shape.

While Zhang Ze was looking at the black lump, the black lump was also 'looking' at Zhang Ze.

"Master...why...why can't we become one?"

"Go outside the hall first. I'll call you later. We can talk about the union later."

"Yes, Master."

The black slime mold receded like a tide, retreating from the main hall and disappearing into the cracks between the bricks in the ground.

He looked at Fuhime, recalling his feelings just now.

"These black slime molds are the refined Nine-Headed Serpents. Xiao Jing's goal was indeed to merge with the Jade Capital and become an existence equal to that of the Four Continents."

"As for whether he will conquer the four continents or live as long as the heavens after he succeeds, we don't know."

"But don't worry, he will never be able to fulfill this wish."

At this moment, Fu Ji had already controlled the sword spirit, transforming it from its convenient small urn form back into its original form, and glared angrily at Zhang Ze.

"why?"

She wasn't angry at Zhang Ze, but at that dark-skinned man who had called her a servant.

Zhang Ze ignored Fu Ji's somber mood and continued speaking.

"Because the most fundamental key to returning to the original state lies in the source of all laws, and the key to restoring the source of all laws lies with me."

"You stuffed that fragment into my soul back then, and now I seem to have become the core of the source of all laws."

"So, as long as I don't fall into his hands, even if Xiao Jing stays here for a thousand or ten thousand years, he still won't be able to gather the source of all laws."

"If the origins of all laws are not equal, then all talk is just empty talk."

Fu Ji immediately understood Zhang Ze's meaning. "Then I'll try to find a way to get you out of here?"

But Zhang Ze shook his head, "It's too late, I can't get out now."

Fukihime, "?"

Zhang Ze pointed outside the door. On the stone path at the entrance of the main hall, one of the stone slabs had turned black, and two black tentacles emerged from the slab, staring straight at the main hall.

“It has already set its sights on me, and I can’t leave.”

Seeing that Fu Ji was puzzled, Zhang Ze explained.

"To restore Baiyujing to its original state, besides Baiyujing itself, you, Jiuhui, and the Source of All Laws are all indispensable."

"In this process of integration, Xiao Jing chose to replace you."

"But there's a problem: he can imitate your way of thinking, but he can't really become you as a being."

Regarding the idea of ​​becoming a "fujoshi" (a female otaku/male otaku), some idle and bored individuals actually tried it a long time ago.

With Fu Ji's consent, some powerful figures from Longhu Mountain, Tianzong, Yushouzong, and the demon race who were proficient in transformation techniques all tried to transform themselves into creatures similar to Fu Ji, or to cultivate an unconscious 'Fu Ji' without Fu Ji splitting.

Unfortunately, they all failed; there was absolutely no chance of success.

Just like the only one of her kind in this world.

Seeing that Fu Ji remembered this matter, Zhang Ze continued.

"For Xiao Jing, the safest way is definitely to capture you, then refine you into an empty shell and take your place."

"But luckily, you didn't do anything back then. You just kept digging holes and eating in the underground of Sizhou without leaving any trace. He only found Jiuhui, but not you."

"Therefore, Xiao Jing had no choice but to find another way, splitting the captured Nine Serpents in two. One part remained as the Nine Serpents, while the other part was completely erased and, after being refined, was made into your substitute, the black slime mold."

"After all, you are of the same origin, so it's not impossible to do this."

"And these black slime molds were split in two by him, one half of which he molded into his own flesh and fused with it."

"The remaining half was kept in the imperial city as a reserve."

"That is, those black lumps that just called me master."

Fuhime then realized what was going on.

"Ah, I see."

In a sense, the conditions for re-integration and returning to the original state have now been met.

Zhang Ze is the core of the most crucial source of all laws. Whether the source of all laws can be re-integrated depends entirely on Zhang Ze's will.

Fu Ji is Fu Ji, and Bai Yu Jing is right under her feet.

And those unconscious black slime molds that have been refined are essentially still Nine-Headed Serpents.

Just like playing mahjong when you're short one player, you're automatically put on the table regardless of whether you know how or not.

These unconscious black slime molds, which were temporarily out of Xiao Jing's control and served as backup bodies, regained consciousness the moment Zhang Ze and Fu Ji stepped into the imperial city.

Although it did not know who it was, driven by instinct, it became the one among them who most urgently wanted to return to its origin.

This is why it kept calling Zhang Ze "master" as soon as it saw him.

In terms of rank, Zhang Ze is indeed its boss.

Ah Li, who had been listening in the background, suddenly noticed something interesting and pointed to it.

"Wait, that's not right. If what you're saying is true, then doesn't that mean Xiao Jing has nothing to do here?"

Zhang Ze looked at A Li and said, "Yeah, it's none of his business now. The main character is home, so it's normal for the thief to get lost."

"That's why I said I can't leave. Now is the best time to get Xiao Jing out of Baiyujing."

At this moment, half of Xiao Jing's 'physical body' had already transformed into Zhang Ze's shape, and he followed behind him, calling Zhang Ze 'Master'.

The remaining half of his 'body' is still under his control, thanks entirely to those unfortunate predecessors he's been swinging on.

Once Zhang Ze rescues his seniors and severs the connection, those Xiao Maoniangs fighting outside will inevitably collapse and disintegrate on their own.

At the same time, Xiao Jing will also lose control of Bai Yujing.

Then, the Source of All Laws, which they had painstakingly collected, would be taken away again.
As Ah Li said, at that time, the matter of Baiyujing would really have nothing to do with him anymore.

The thief plotted for millennia, but in the end, the culprit returned home, while he himself became a stinking outsider.

And then the cricket itself would scold them, saying, "How dare you write my name on your own body!"

sorrow.

The doubts were now clear, but Fuhime was still pouting angrily.

“I understand the logic, but why should it order me to serve? It’s so dark.”

She's still struggling with this.

Zhang Ze, “.”

He didn't know the answer to this question either, so Zhang Ze raised his hand and summoned the black slime that was hiding outside the hall.

Black slime mold, "Master. Unite."

Zhang Ze said, "There's no rush for the union. This matter needs to be discussed carefully. First, you should bathe and change your clothes, and then choose an auspicious day. After all, you don't want your husband—I mean, I mean, the union to fail."

The black slime mold looked at Zhang Ze and asked, "What is bathing and changing clothes?"

Zhang Ze, “.”

Stop arguing with the black slime and point at Fu Ji, he said, "I'll explain this to you later. Tell me, why did you call her a servant?"

The black slime mold thought, "The master is first, and I am second. Does that mean she has to kneel on the ground, kowtow to me every day, and serve my servants?"

For some reason, it became fluent when it talked about this.

"Hey, why should I serve you!"

The black slime mold said, "Because you are not worthy to serve your master, you can only serve me. Only I can serve your master and merge with him."

Zhang Ze & Fu Ji, "."

While the two remained silent, Ah Li took out her old, beat-up recorder and secretly recorded this sinful statement, intending to use it to blackmail Zhang Ze later.

But Zhang Ze didn't think that much about it. He just felt that the black clumps of slime mold were completely rotten and urgently needed proper education. He coughed lightly and said.

“We don’t care about that anymore. It’s feudal dregs from Dongqi. Now, cultivators in our new era value self-reliance. Don’t call it a servant.”

Black slime mold, "Oh, but what is a monk?"

Zhang Ze: "Cultivators are those who cultivate immortality, in our Four Continents..."

Black slime mold, "What is Four Continents?"

Zhang Ze sighed, saying that education is a long and arduous task. He raised his hand and said, "Take me to that place where many people are swinging on the swings. Let's rescue them first."

Black slime mold, "and then they merge?"

Zhang Ze: "Ahem, as I said, the matter of merging will be put on hold for now, and we'll discuss it again later."

Black slime mold, "What is it, 'Let's discuss it again'?"

Zhang Ze, “.”

Faced with endless questions, Zhang Ze gave up on answering them. He simply remained silent, letting the black slime mold lead the way.

Guided by the black slime mold, Zhang Ze and his companions passed through the main hall and headed deeper into the hall.

As Zhang Ze walked, he compared the map of the imperial city he had obtained from his uncle with the scene he had witnessed when he came into contact with the black slime mold.

In the center of the imperial city, descending from the main hall, is a spiral passageway like a mosquito coil. The passageway is not entirely undefended; at intervals, empty rooms are connected, and traps and magic arrays are scattered throughout.

However, all these magic arrays and mechanisms are now useless.

For example, like this now.

Zhang Ze stopped in his tracks. The deadly array in front of him collapsed from the inside, and broken runes and fragments of magical artifacts scattered everywhere. The black slime extended its tentacles, capturing all these fragments and chaotic spiritual energy, and swallowing them into its body.

With traitors around, any traps are just for show.

"Master, we're safe now. This way, please."

The black slime mold reformed and, whether by design or in a competition with the rotten princess, it transformed into her appearance.

However, his gaze was somewhat vacant and couldn't be maintained for long; after a short while, it would crumble into a mess again.

So Zhang Ze gave her a name, Daidai Ji.

The name sounds strange, and Fuki suggested that they reconsider.

However, the dazed princess herself snapped, "You servant, you're not allowed to offer any opinions! I like it!"

Fukihime, "."

Fu Ji is now as swollen as a pufferfish. If her main force weren't away and important matters weren't pressing, she would definitely let this black lump know who the king and queen are.

Press her to the ground and stomp on her feet hard!

After breaking through the last door, the guide, Daidai Ji, led Zhang Ze to the very center of the imperial city.

It was a space divided into Yin and Yang, with a pitch-black mirror lake below. Beneath the mirror lake, the broken source of all laws slowly rotated.

Above, in the boundless, pure white space, the captured predecessors were suspended, their eyes closed, swinging back and forth like on a swing.

Ah Li sat on Zhang Ze's head, looking up at him, "How do we get them down? Do we cut them with scissors?"

"No, that won't do." At this moment, Dazed Princess transformed back into human form and suddenly spoke.

Then, as everyone looked at her, she made a kissing gesture.

"There's something dirty inside them. To save them, Master, you need to suck it out with your mouth."

Zhang Ze, "?"

(End of this chapter)