"Master, you’ve worked hard. Leave the rest to your disciple." Zhang Ze wasn’t nervous at all.
He straightened his clothes and walked alone towards the mirror.
For deceiving others, Zhang Ze and the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror must cooperate closely to be flawless. Li going in would only make things chaotic.
It might easily wake up Naless.
Just as Zhang Ze was about to enter the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror, he was pulled back by his master.
"Take my Spirit Sword for protection." Li handed the Ink Sword to Zhang Ze. "If sothing goes wrong, just cut the person down. Eliminating all the demons can wait."
Holding it in his hand, Zhang Ze took the chance to admire the Ink Sword carefully.
The sword was three feet long, entirely black as ink, light as a feather in his hand, as if it was truly ford from a pool of dense ink.
"Isn’t your Spirit Sword that Big Iron Rod?" Zhang Ze turned the Ink Sword over and over, unable to see how it could transform from an iron rod into a sword.
"Who told you a Sword Cultivator can only have one Spirit Sword? This one I used when I was young."
After answering Zhang Ze’s question, Li noticed the young man’s eyes glinting, seemingly plotting so mischief.
"You don’t use this sword much these days, do you?" Zhang Ze, transford into Lily, blinked his eyes.
"Hmm, what about it?" Li nodded.
"If you don’t use it often, could you give it to your disciple?" Zhang Ze asked softly.
He really liked this Spirit Sword, especially the Chessboard Sword Array it ca with, which perfectly aligned with Zhang Ze’s aesthetic taste.
"You wish. Why do you want everything for yourself?"
"We’ll discuss it after you achieve your Golden Core. Just return it quickly after you use it." With that, Li grabbed Zhang Ze’s collar and tossed him into the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror.
Once Zhang Ze entered the mirror, the Third Elder, who had been watching from the shadows, appeared beside Li Guanqi.
The Sixth Elder was nowhere to be seen.
"Guanqi, I have a favor to ask." The Third Elder said.
"What do you need this ti?" Li turned to look at his old friend.
"Those poetic verses are quite nice. Could your disciple co up with so for too?" The Third Elder said with a smile.
The Third Elder was a man who loved to show off, especially when the Sword Sect’s Qinghe Association was only three years away. He wanted to showcase his skills in front of the old fellows from other sects.
Li chuckled, "Those were a gift from my disciple. If you want so, you should ask your own disciples."
The Third Elder was well aware of the nature of his own disciples.
They were all obsessed with sword cultivation. Getting them to slay demons was no problem, but having them compose poetry was more difficult than taking their lives.
"Didn’t you say you wanted to send your disciple over before?" The Third Elder was unwilling to give up, bringing up the past.
"No need to really send them; the formalities of re-apprenticeship are too troubleso. Just lend him to for two days."
"Ha, you go and have your fun." Li ignored the Third Elder’s nonsense, turning to watch the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror’s newly darkened surface, waiting for his disciple to erge.
At that mont, Li, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two elders, erged from the ground.
He who stays close to ink becos black, and he who stays close to Zhang Ze, Lily, and Qiao Lezhi becos a scourge to the world.
Coincidentally, Li spent most of his ti with Zhang Ze and a small part of his ti with Lily recently.
With blinking eyes, pretending to be harmless, he tugged at the Third Elder’s pant leg, "Elder, Elder, I know those poetic verses too."
"Really?" The Third Elder asked.
The Third Elder knew this peculiar-looking Earth Dragon was Zhang Ze’s Spirit Beast, but didn’t know Li’s full details.
"Yes." Li nodded obediently. Zhang Ze had recited those poetic verses to him out of boredom, and Li rembered them all.
To prove he wasn’t lying, Li recited a portion on the spot.
"Step through the chaos of this world and sweep across the pinnacle of the Martial Path..."
But only this fragnt. After reciting it, Li closed his mouth, waiting for the Third Elder to take the bait.
"What cos next?" These verses had hit the right spot for the Third Elder; he asked eagerly.
The robust Third Elder thought these verses suited him perfectly.
He was already imagining himself, with a giant sword in hand, standing in the air, reciting verses and showing off.
Seeing the Third Elder take the bait, Li extended a small hand, "Trade for so food."
Li glanced askew at Li, thinking how it truly was his disciple’s Spirit Pet, with that innocent yet conniving expression.
But, let the trick be played. After all, the Third Elder was wealthy.
The Third Elder didn’t mind. He thought, how much could a Spirit Beast eat? Just so Spirit Beast at or sothing.
"No problem at all. Grandpa has plenty of that."
The Third Elder, unaware of Li’s true nature, hadn’t yet realized the severity of the problem.
Li’s antics to swindle food and drink went smoothly, but Zhang Ze’s attempt to deceive Naless faced so obstacles.
Because he waited for a long ti without finding the opportunity to act.
This Void Illusion Realm within the mirror was Naless’s dream, and Zhang Ze had to wait for Naless to want to see him in the dream to appear.
If the timing of entry was wrong, it could raise suspicion in Naless’s mind.
Yet Naless was busy doing things he didn’t want to do.
"I always said the people of the Hundred Demons Sect have issues," Zhang Ze thought, watching the crazed Naless in his dream from outside.
What one thinks of by day, one dreams of by night. The Void Illusion Realm magnified Naless’s desires.
And Naless was truly ruthless and genuinely bored.
In this real dream woven by Naless himself, he was doing what he wanted most.
He was taking revenge on the Thousand chanism Pavilion by using Gu on the Demon tribes in the pedestrian street.
It was unclear if he hated the Thousand chanism Pavilion too much or never planned to return there this lifeti.
In the dream, wearing the guise of a Pill Master, he went house to house distributing Gu Pills to those Demon tribes that had tricked him.
Furthermore, he insisted on seeing them swallow the pills before considering it complete.
Although it seed far-fetched, it alerted Zhang Ze that the Thousand chanism Pavilion and the Demon tribes had indeed been too blatant lately.
They had to continuously draw from resources sustainably, not just fish in troubled waters till nothing was left.
He needed to draft a business charter another day.
Until Zhang Ze beca sleepy from waiting, Naless finally rembered the matter about ’Zhang Yida’.
Zhang Ze, hovering outside the dream, felt a pull drawing him into Naless’s dream.
It was a magical feeling; Zhang Ze felt like he was also having a lucid dream.
He stood at the mountain gate of the Thousand chanism Pavilion and saw Naless walking toward him.
"Brother Zhang, I’ve looked for you so arduously. Let tell you so good news." Naless pulled Zhang Ze to walk outside the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
As they walked, Naless stuffed a bunch of pills into Zhang Ze’s hands, telling Zhang Ze his illness could be treated again.
And Zhang Ze gladly accepted them all. Swallowing all the Gu Pills at once, he smiled and asked, "Is there any more?"
Naless was montarily stunned, "How much do you want?"
"As much as there is, I’ll eat it all," Zhang Ze replied.
Hearing this, Naless handed Zhang Ze a handful of pills, imagining Zhang Ze suffering, with the Gu Pills erupting inside his body.
After consuming the pills, Zhang Ze suddenly sneezed.
"Brother Zhang, what happened?" Naless was worried Zhang Ze might die too soon for his enjoynt.
"It’s nothing; the snow ca early this year, and my ridians are problematic. The cold entering the body is uncomfortable."
"I was using this thing to hold on before, but just now, for so reason, it seems to have malfunctioned."
Saying this, Zhang Ze took a small Copper Burner from his pocket and tried to restart it with Spiritual Qi.
However, the Copper Burner seed broken, no matter what, there was no reaction.
Zhang Ze’s face turned grim, seemingly finding it torturous to remain in the snow for even a mont longer.
Coincidentally at this mont, the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror seized this minor gap, once again amplifying Naless’s desires.
Naless rembered those swindled Spirit Stones and those muscular rfolk.
Looking at Zhang Yida, Naless felt that rely having the Gu Worms devour his body wasn’t enough to quell his hatred.
Since he feared the cold, he knew a very cold place.
Besides, dead n tell no tales, so exposure wasn’t a concern.
"Brother Zhang, let take you to a great place. Maybe it can cure your problem completely." Naless pulled Zhang Ze’s arm.
"That would be wonderful. Brother Wu, your great kindness, I’ll rember forever." Zhang Ze said this with genuine sincerity.
The Void Illusion Realm extended infinitely with Naless’s dream, and Naless, who was having too much fun dreaming, found the source of this Cyan Thorn snowfall with Zhang Ze.
Looking at the scene before him, Zhang Ze felt a myriad of emotions...
"Why is it here..."
Zhang Ze was all too familiar with this place.
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