Its effect is no different from standing on the street and shouting that the Human Emperor Banner is in my hands, drawing all eyes to .
The Hundred Facets Divine Skill and other spells cannot be used on Xiangfei.
Only Zhang Ze, with his extraordinary talent and outrageous luck, could sneak Xiangfei into this warehouse to et with Lu Chen.
Going further out would be difficult, and with Xiangfei’s leg ailnt, they can’t run fast even if they wanted to...
As for using a magical artifact to forcefully break out and fly away, both Lu Chen and Zhang Ze, by coincidence, didn’t bring any...
Zhang Ze didn’t have one, and Lu Chen thought those things weren’t as fast as he was.
It was sowhat miscalculated.
Lu Chen calculated the ti, "You better think of sothing quickly. Those two old ghosts seem to be having a eting now, but it’s hard to tell when they’ll check that red wall. If they find we’ve gone by then, we won’t be able to run..."
She didn’t finish, but the implication was obvious.
That is, if we can’t have it, it must be destroyed. Whether the Human Emperor Banner will be damaged is uncertain, but Xiangfei, this vessel, is bound to perish.
But looking at this innocent, at this ti full of hope for the future, Xiangfei, for so reason, she just couldn’t bring herself to be ruthless.
"Can we use a cart used for transporting waste or refuse to smuggle Xiangfei out?" Zhang Ze asked.
Xiangfei frowned, about to ask if there was another way, when Lu Chen waved his hand.
"The water gate opening or waste transport all have fixed tis, we can’t wait until then." Lu Chen said.
Xiangfei, who almost beca "Slly Xiangfei," breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then, junior sister... I an Sect Leader Lu." Zhang Ze looked at that familiar face and almost misspoke, quickly correcting himself.
"I do have an idea, you wait a mont, um..."
After Zhang Ze said this, he made a series of strained ’um’ sounds. After a while, he suddenly coughed and then patted his chest, taking out his Golden Core.
The Golden Core in the Illusion Realm was no different from an ordinary cultivator’s, not as hard as Zhang Ze’s usual ones, but it still had so typical functions.
Zhang Ze handed the Golden Core to Xiangfei, "Hold this."
Xiangfei obediently cradled the thing in her hand against her chest.
Seeing she held it steady, Zhang Ze slowly released his right hand grasping her wrist.
The voice of the Human Emperor Banner was still in Zhang Ze’s ears, those voices hadn’t leaked out.
"Wait for my good news."
Zhang Ze breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and spoke to Lu Chen and Xiangfei.
...
Over at the governnt office.
Taoist Liu wasn’t there, the old man was in a eting, and he hadn’t brought the ox.
What a relief.
Zhang Ze sneaked over to the beast pen, seeing the Old Cyan Ox still there, and exhaled in relief.
"Brother Niu, I need your help with a small shipnt, not far, just out of the city is fine,"
Zhang Ze jogged over with a grin, pulling from his bosom a handful of pill dicine he’d gotten from Lu Chen, offering them to the Old Cyan Ox.
The Old Cyan Ox was now accepting anything, eating whatever it was given, and it also found Zhang Ze likable, so it swallowed the pills and mooed, indicating agreent.
As for what to transport, it didn’t care and had no plans to tell Taoist Liu.
Whenever Liu had it haul goods, he’d only urge it to hurry, but this little fellow gave it dicine to eat.
The difference was clear.
Who was Taoist Liu? Not really familiar.
Seeing the old ox agree, Zhang Ze hurriedly stepped forward to untie its reins, but just as he was about to lead the Old Cyan Ox away, he heard two snorts behind him.
Zhang Ze turned to see Brother Song and Brother Wang’s dragon steeds.
These two dragon steeds appeared to be looking expectantly at Zhang Ze, seemingly asking if he needed more help. It was after hours for them too, and they wanted to earn so extra money.
The pills slled fragrant to them.
Zhang Ze pondered for a mont and thought this would be more stable, so he nodded to the two dragon steeds.
Seeing Zhang Ze’s permission, they didn’t need him to do anything; they helped each other untie their reins from the pen and sauntered out.
"No need to hurry like that just yet, you two wait a bit."
Seeing these two dragon steeds wanted to follow, Zhang Ze thought it might as well be better to borrow more stuff from Wang and Song.
...
Wang and Song, at the mont, were sitting face-to-face in a quiet room.
Each of them held an icy jade-colored scorpion in their hand.
After placing it on their arms, the scorpions seed to co alive, crawling towards their elbows. Once there, with a flick of their tails, the poison needles dug into their arms.
As Wang Shan and Song Yi let out a mix of painful and pleasant cries, the scorpions turned into empty shells, falling to the ground.
This was the latest cultivation thod in Liang Song, infusing spiritual dicine into the ice scorpions. After a month of refining, the ice scorpion would turn to jade.
The cultivators could then use the jade scorpions’ poison needles to inject the spiritual dicine directly into their bodies.
The dicine would circulate through the body instantly, without the need for dull ditation, and the effect was better than normally taking pill dicine by several tis.
Besides the costly ice scorpions and easy addiction, this thod had no drawbacks.
But for people like Song Yi and Wang Shan, this state of intoxication, with illusion realms dancing before their eyes, was the true enjoynt of seekers of the immortal path.
After a bout of tipsiness, the two slumped onto the mats, chatting about trivial matters.
They were all jokes mocking mortals, Song Yi telling jokes from Bianjing, Wang Shan from out of town.
Like mistaking a certain hurried cultivator for a Mountain God and naming him Grandpa Shensu, even worshiping him daily...
Stuff like that.
But their voices grew quieter until the drug effect hit, and they finally nodded off with their heads down.
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