Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 115: Nameless Lurking in the Dark
When Lin Feng saw Zhang Ze, he almost didn't recognize him.

Zhang Ze wore a loose, flamboyant robe, with a broken iron sword slung at his waist. His face was wrinkled, and he looked to be in his thirties or forties, but he spoke with the voice of a teenager.

Lin Feng was startled.

But fortunately, Raymond Lam had a cold face.

When he is not pretending, Lin Feng has the same expression when he is shocked, curious, confused, or angry.

So Wuming didn't notice the strangeness in Lin Feng's expression.

Zhang Ze glanced at Wuming, then turned to Lin Feng, "Brother Lin, are you looking for me?"

"My friend is here and wants to visit Qianji Pavilion, so please give him some convenience, Brother Zhang." After saying that, Lin Feng stuffed a few spirit stones into Zhang Ze's hands.

Zhang Ze immediately understood and put away the spirit stone. "Okay, okay. This kind of thing is easy to handle."

"I just don't know what to call you, friend?" Zhang Ze looked at Wuming.

"My last name is Wu and my name is Dan." Wuming smiled at Zhang Ze with a harmless look on his face.

This is Wuming's usual identity, a gentle and easy-going wandering alchemist.

His identity as an alchemist makes it easier for him to cast a curse, while his good-natured personality allows him to better hide among the crowd.

Wuming really enjoys the feeling of lurking in the dark and spying on others.

This state gives him a sense of having everything under control.

"My name is Zhang Yida. Brother Wu, you can call me whatever you want." Zhang Ze bowed to Wuming.

After chatting with Zhang Ze for a few more words, Wuming suddenly asked, "Brother Zhang, what's wrong with your voice? Why does it sound so young?"

Zhang Ze had a sad expression and sighed, "To be honest, there's nothing wrong with my voice. It's my face that was ruined by the Thousand Machine Technique. I'm actually not even 20 years old."

Wuming's interest was piqued, and he was curious about what kind of magic could produce such an effect.

But Wuming waited for a while, but Zhang Ze didn't seem to want to continue talking, he just kept sighing.

Although Wuming was impatient, he didn't show it. He patted Zhang Ze on the shoulder.

"I am not talented, but I am a casual alchemist. Maybe I can help you."

"Really?" Zhang Ze's excitement didn't seem fake.

Wuming nodded and motioned Zhang Ze to continue.

Then Zhang Ze told Wuming a story that he had already made up.

This story is based on the vicious Liu Lili, with a few details added.

The protagonist of the story changed from Liu Lili to a bad woman named Ma Qima.

The reason why he didn't criticize Lili was because Zhang Ze felt that he would have to tell this story many times in the future.

He was afraid that Lily would be beaten when she walked at night because of this incident.

In this new story, the evil woman Ma Qima deceives Zhang Yida's pure feelings.

She tricked Zhang Yida into conducting some dangerous research on the art of deception.

The loss of control of the formation mechanism caused Zhang Yida to become completely what he is today.

Not only was her appearance ruined, but her meridians were also damaged.

But the whole thing was suppressed by that bad woman. Although he got compensation, his face could never be changed again.

But Ma Qima's horror doesn't stop there. She also likes to keep people as her dogs!
"That bad woman named Ma Qima is so scary"

"But Brother Wu, don't be afraid. This woman is not in Qingjing right now."

Zhang Ze is an expressionist in acting, and he has performed this story many times.

Now it seems like the truth.

After listening to Zhang Ze's nonsense, Wuming felt that this female cultivator named Ma Qima was simply a born demon.

Wuming, who was loyal to the Hundred Demons Sect, decided to report back to the headquarters if the matter was true.

Let the headquarters send higher-level elders to contact this woman named Maqi Ma, and try to bring her into the Demon Sect.

"Brother Wu, do you have any way to treat my face?" Zhang Ze said to Wuming.

"Let me think about this." After listening to Zhang Ze's story, Wuming hesitated.

Originally, he was planning to reward this man with a Heart Control Pill.

But now that he heard that Zhang Ze had injured his meridians, Wuming felt that it would be a bit of a waste to give him the money.

The Heart Control Pill is quite expensive, it's really not worth giving it to such a useless person.

Wuming pretended to examine Zhang Ze and sighed.

"I'm sorry, I really can't do anything for this kind of injury."

"It's okay, I'm used to it. Fellow Daoist Wu, please follow me."

Zhang Ze was walking in front, feeling very unlucky.

Before coming, Zhang Ze made all the necessary preparations. He first went to the mission hall in Jiange to exchange many things.

In order to make his disguise perfect, he exchanged for a jade disk that could release the Tianzong Baixiang magic once.

In order to avoid being poisoned, he exchanged for a few high-quality Medicine King Valley poison-removing pills.

Although the six sects argued over the right to interpret history and other minor matters, they always supported each other in major matters. The quest halls of the other five sects could also be exchanged for magical weapons and sword energy talismans produced by the Sword Sect.

Only the Beast Taming Sect is a bit stingy and won't sell their spirit beasts.

Zhang Ze had already taken several of the top-grade Hundred Refinements Poison-Detoxifying Pills from the Medicine King Valley in advance, and was waiting for Wuming to poison him.

However, since Wuming didn't poison him now, the medicine would be in vain.

As Zhang Ze walked, he was thinking about how he could get back the loss from Wuming.

Wuming was also thinking about it, and probably felt that this was inappropriate, so he suddenly stopped and grabbed Zhang Ze.

"Although I don't have a method that can cure diseases instantly, I do have a pill recipe that can warm the meridians."

"I feel that Brother Zhang and I are destined to be together, so I'll give you this pill for free."

After saying that, Wuming took out a black pill from the gourd on his waist and handed it to Zhang Ze.

This pill is certainly not some magical pill that warms the meridians, but an ordinary Gu pill.

Theoretically speaking, one such Gu Pill is enough to control a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

But Zhang Ze is not ordinary, he takes a lot of medicine.

As soon as the Gu pill enters the stomach, it is immediately wrapped by a ball of clear air. As long as this ball of clear air does not dissipate, the Gu insect in the pill will be killed instantly if it makes any unusual movement.

The instructions that came with the pills from Yaowang Valley said that a Hundred Refinements Poison-Transforming Pill would be effective for three months after taking it.

Zhang Ze saw that the medicine was not in vain and finally felt a little better, but only a little bit.

Because he found that the Gu Dan was too low-level and was not worthy of the antidote he was taking.

So he felt that he still lost out.

"We must make the money back." Zhang Ze walked in front, determined in his heart.

Wuming followed Zhang Ze and Lin Feng, enjoying the pleasure of lurking in the dark.

After the few people left, three figures appeared in the air.

They are the elders of the Seventh Sword Pavilion.

When Zhang Ze returned to the mission hall to exchange things, he informed his master about this.

After Old Li learned about it, he called two familiar elders to arrive here in advance.

These three masters in the God Transformation Stage had already hidden themselves and had been watching Wuming from the sky for a long time.

"Guanqi, your disciple is quite good." The tall and strong third elder commented.

Li Guanqi glanced at him and said, "If you like, I'll give Zhang Ze to you."

"No, no, I have enough disciples and I can't teach them all." The third elder shook his head quickly.

"Stop arguing, both of you. What are you going to do with that man? Capture him or chop him into pieces?" asked the Sixth Elder.

Li Guanqi shook his head. "This person is probably the real Hundred Demons Sect envoy. The one currently studying in the training hall is probably just a cover."

"We won't get anything out of this kind of person even if we catch him." The Sixth Elder sighed.

"Let's wait and see." The Third Elder also meant the same thing, "Why not let your first disciple and the disciple named Lin Feng give it a try?"

"Maybe they can get something out of us."

This wasn't the first time the Hundred Demons Sect's special envoys had encountered this kind of person.

These people are the real diehards of the Hundred Demons Sect. Once they find that the situation is irreversible, they will die immediately and no one can stop them.

After the discussion was completed, the figures of the big guys disappeared again.

Zhang Ze and the other two have arrived at the gate of Qianji Pavilion.

At this time, the snow near Qianji Pavilion had already been cleared, and some monsters with some skills even started playing with ice sculptures.

All kinds of iced foods and drinks that they had come up with on the spur of the moment were also brought out by this group of monsters.

For example, iced pancakes wrapped with sunflowers.

To be honest, Zhang Ze really wanted to buy one to try, but he thought it might not taste good, so he bought two.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, try it. It's a specialty of our Qianji Pavilion." Zhang Ze enthusiastically stuffed the pancake into Wuming's hands.

To be honest, Wuming didn't want to eat this weird thing at all, but in order to maintain his approachable personality, he still ate it.

Zhang Ze looked at Wuming's expression and was sure that this thing was probably really unpalatable.

So he asked Yin Sanlang for a piece of oil paper, wrapped his pancake and put it away.

"You don't want to eat?" Wuming asked after seeing Zhang Ze's actions.

"I haven't been feeling well recently and can't eat cold food. I'll heat it up when I get home." Zhang Ze answered calmly.

In other words, Wuming was good at cultivating his Qi. He smiled at Zhang Ze and said nothing.

Zhang Ze also smiled at him, then affectionately took Wuming's hand and walked towards Qianji Pavilion Pedestrian Street.

While pulling Wuming, Zhang Ze's little hand dirtyly stuck a tiny bit of slime on Wuming's sleeve.

As long as Wuming doesn't change his clothes, Fu Ji will be able to track him.

Although Master is watching from heaven, it is always good to be prepared.

(End of this chapter)