Because previously she took advantage of the old geezer's absence to fleece a lot of wool, Miemie now has no shortage of points and is quite extravagant when looking things up.
[What is the Realm of Myriad Phenona?]
Ready with a mountain of points, Miemie asked.
However, without the old geezer, the automatic response from the system was quite agreeable. It didn't even charge any points and gave the answer directly.
[Realm of Myriad Phenona: A spell unique to the Demon Race's Path of Lifeless Myriad Phenona, capable of bewildering people's minds. Once an enemy steps inside, just a little guidance can make them act according to one's will. Only the Qiangliang Beam clan can cultivate it.]
"Holy cow," the two exclaid in awe.
Not marveling at the spell of the Path of Lifeless Myriad Phenona, but praising the system.
This white-label system is just too useful!
Facing Miemie's straightforward system, Zhang Ze and Miemie glanced at each other, sharing the sa thought.
Perhaps... let's not have the old geezer return?
Suppressing this impolite thought, Zhang Ze glanced at the Marquis Qiang and saw him still quietly rocking on the rocking car, nudging Miemie again.
"Why don't you check sothing else, ask directly what's the secret of the northern Icefield in the big book, who am I? Where is this place?"
Miemie responded with an 'oh' and continued to inquire according to Zhang Ze's direction.
But likely due to the underlying logic of the system, the two did not get the desired answer this ti.
All that responded to them was a blank space.
Not entirely blank, at least regarding Zhang Ze, the big book did give a response.
[Zhang Ze, Sword Sect disciple, the man who defeated the naked bare-bottom man at the Qinghe Association]
Zhang Ze, "..."
anwhile, the two, relying on invisibility equals invincibility, while seeking off-court assistance here, the Marquis over there remained silent.
Apparently, just rocking the rocking car wasn't this Marquis's expectation.
He had co to do great things, to seek the secrets left by the White Emperor, not to play here.
After countless years, he managed to pry this clue from the mouths of two old won.
Taking advantage of the two old won's slumber, he had the chance to sneak in here, finding the Black Tiger Profound Pattern left by the ancestors, and encountered this ant with a scent of fox (the sll of the Glazed Ball).
The secret of the White Emperor was right before him, the ancestral vendetta was about to be avenged...
With so many happy things happening together, it should have been...
But why, why did it turn out this way?
The Marquis rocked back and forth with the rhythm of the rocking car, surveying the surroundings.
Although he didn't know what Dharma thod that person was using to hide, he knew that person had not left.
Marquis Qiang muttered to himself, beginning to intensify the power of the Realm of Myriad Phenona. As he cast the spell, substantial whirlpools gradually began to gather in the room.
Those whirlpools swayed people's will and thoughts.
If an ordinary person were here, they would likely have already knelt and committed suicide in front of the Marquis.
But Zhang Ze felt nothing.
Neither did Miemie.
No feeling, absolutely no feeling.
Not to ntion inducing them to suicide, it couldn't even make them drowsy.
The invincible Realm of Myriad Phenona of the Marquis, for so reason in front of Zhang Ze and Miemie, beca a play for blind eyes.
And relying on the flexibility of the autumn garnt, the hidden Zhang Ze and Miemie were currently inside brewing tea by the stove.
Sipping tea while testing the limits of Miemie's white-label system.
Miemie, holding a teacup, whispered through sound transmission, "Aren't you worried, after all, that's a Great Demon, of the sa level as your master, should we show him so respect like this?"
"So respectful, this is called responding to unchanging with changes." Zhang Ze slurped a sip of tea.
Miemie was still a bit nervous, "But though your autumn garnt is invincibly stealthy, it doesn't defend against blades, right? What if that old man knives you? We could be diced into powder in minutes."
"Not afraid, I have this."
Saying so, Zhang Ze lifted his clothing, proudly introducing the magical artifacts on him to Miemie.
"This piece was plucked by Li from the giant turtle Zhu Luo senior."
"This piece my master plucked from Pavilion Master Zhengyi, my grandmaster."
"This piece was plucked by my Junior Sister from my mother-in-law."
"..."
After introducing them all, Zhang Ze poured Miemie a cup of tea, signaling her to remain calm and continue watching to see what else the master could concoct.
After being caught off guard by the Marquis's sudden attack, Zhang Ze had cald down by now.
He also had so conjectures about the change in the Marquis.
Most of the Demon Race in Dongqi once were bloodthirsty and self-important. These demons naturally ca with a nauseating taste blended into their Divine Soul.
He had tasted that flavor many tis back in the day.
Now, with the skinny tiger casting spells before him, he slled that scent once more.
He suspected that the Marquis might 'Revert Ancestrally' for so reason, though what the specific reason was, he still did not know.
Zhang Ze fixated on the Marquis chanting on the rocking car, beginning to contemplate how to capture him alive.
Regardless of the Marquis's identity, Zhang Ze found his condition to be of great research value.
For in the long years after Dongqi with the Demon Race, they had undergone so transformation to beco the tribe of buffoons today.
Whether it's rituals or enlightennt, no one can prove that such transformations are irreversible.
If the Marquis's 'Ancestral Reversion' is sudden, that's fine. But if it's preditated, even contagious, it could beco quite troubleso.
In a worst-case scenario, there may be another great battle in the Northeast, then spreading calamity to the entire Four Continents just like back then...
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