Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 600 Extra (4)

The day of the Battle of Licheng.

While the elders of the Juque Sect stood in front of the formation, confronting the cultivators from the three sects, the bloodshot-eyed rabbit was gnawing at the heavy stone door.

The array runes shimmered with spiritual light.

Then it gradually faded away.

These terrifying red-eyed rabbits numbly and indifferently clenched their teeth, making a silent, rustling sound. More small creatures were digging through the rabbit holes, moving back and forth.

Deep underground near the Juque Sect, a rabbit gnawed through a stone wall.

"Huh? Huh! What the hell is this?!"

Song Kezi tumbled off the rocking chair and quickly backed away.

He looked at the rabbit with some horror, not understanding why this small, delicious creature would gnaw through the wall.

It seems to have undergone a magical transformation.

Under the nurturing of countless spiritual herbs and elixirs, and through the cultivation of Zhang Zhihan and his descendants over the years, coupled with "a little bit of coincidence," the red-eyed rabbit began to become strange.

Song Kezi stared at the rabbit that jumped down from the hole.

Its white fur made it look pure and harmless. Its two ears were twitching, its three-lobed mouth seemed to be chewing, and its empty red eyes were looking around. Finally, it stared straight at Song Kezi, who was retreating.

The next instant, Zhang Zhihan appeared here.

Song Kezi breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down on the ground, patting his chest repeatedly, and said:

"Hey goose! What are you doing here?!"

Zhang Zhihan was not holding the white goose.

He bent down and hugged the white rabbit in his arms.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at Song Kezi, tilting his head slightly as if he were pondering something.

Seeing Zhang Zhihan's puzzled expression, Song Kezi's eyes darted around, and she rushed forward, howling:

"Family! My dear junior brother! You've finally come to save me, waah... I was captured by that Fu Shan, and Zhu Wuyao didn't come to save me either. She doesn't want me anymore!"

"Good junior brother, let's go out quickly. If Fu Shan dies, Zhu Wuyao will be worried because she can't find me!"

Zhang Zhihan is hard to deceive.

He looked down at Song Kezi, who was sitting on the ground hugging him, and suddenly said, "Fu Shan is protecting you."

Song Kezi nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right, that's right. She knows that Zhu Wuyao and I are close, and she wants to use me to threaten Zhu Wuyao!"

“That’s not right.” Zhang Zhihan shook his head, as if he had just realized something, and said:

"That's why Junior Sister Zhu kept you by her side, because you could be a threat to Fu Shan."

This is why Song Kezi dislikes Zhang Zhihan so much.

In his eyes, Zhang Zhihan was exceptionally foolish. He only needed to use a little trick to get his fellow disciples in the Star-Picking Tower to stand on his side and criticize Zhang Zhihan.

However, he never succeeded in deceiving Zhang Zhihan.

Every single time! Every single lie... He seemed to be able to intuitively distinguish between truth and falsehood—like a wild beast that cannot understand human speech, acting only on instinct, because he never tries to understand, and therefore is never deceived.

Song Kezi loosened his grip, seemingly provoked, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"You're so annoying! You're the most annoying person in the entire Star-Picking Tower!"

"Why do you think Zhu Wuyao didn't kill me? Because if she killed me, she would die too. I can see that, I know everything!"

"All her kindness towards me was fake, forced, and an act. Zhu Wuyao is hypocritical, and Fu Shan is hypocritical too, but—ha! If I die, they will die too, so they have to be kind to me!"

Song Kezi spoke these words with exaggerated gestures, his face revealing undisguised hatred.

Therefore, Zhang Zhihan grasped the key phrase—if he dies, Fu Shan will also die.

Another rabbit emerged from the hole in the rock wall.

Their ears perked up, jumped out of the cave entrance, and stared at Song Kezi, one after another, incessantly…

Song Kezi immediately jumped back, standing on a chair. Looking at the rabbits swarming around him, he stammered, somewhat panicked:

"It's not just me who will die!"

"Zhu Wuyao and Fu Shan both possess the same thing, and everyone who possesses the same thing will die. It's the Purple Qi. You and Gu Yiguan are both connected to the Purple Qi, and people from other sects will also die... Zhang Zhihan! Big Goose!"

"You won't kill me, right? You don't want to die, do you? You don't want to see Zhu Wuyao die, right..."

Zhang Zhihan stroked the rabbit in his arms, his fingers running through its white fur.

Then I heard Song Kezi's screams.

There were fluctuations of spiritual energy in the room, which was Song Kezi struggling, but his spiritual energy was quickly devoured by the rabbit. The cursing and howling continued until they finally subsided.

The rabbit's white fur was stained with blood.

Her three-lobed lips kept murmuring.

Zhang Zhihan stood there for a while and realized that he was not dead. So he raised his hand and wiped out all the rabbits that had eaten human flesh.

Holding the pure white rabbit in her arms, she turned and left the empty stone chamber.

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Zhang Zhihan carried the goose back to the Star-Picking Tower.

Those small animals seemed to have never appeared. He continued to herd and release the geese as always, sitting quietly by the pond, watching the white geese spread their wings, stretch their necks, and swim leisurely on the water.

These geese sometimes become one, sometimes a flock.

When they came together in a group, Zhang Zhihan was able to distinguish each one individually.

Just as Zhang Zhihan had predicted, all the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, corrupted by malice and chaos, had lost their value. As promised, the Taibai Sect would follow closely behind when the Zhaixing Tower or the Juque Sect began to complete the Heavenly Dao.

This is not only a promise, but also a trade-off.

If all three sects lose the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, and only the relatively weak Taibai Sect remains, then it will be guilty of possessing a treasure, and will become the target of their attacks.

It's not just four cases.

There are other scattered fragments of the Heavenly Dao that, with Song Kezi's death, will subtly resonate with each other, following the instinct to return.

Those that had become significant have already been seized by Sect Leader Fang, and the scattered fragments will all return to heaven along with the Spirit Brush.

When human nature is unreliable, Song Kezi serves as a safety net.

When human nature cannot be trusted

"Let's go to Beixuan City for fun. It seems that Mohen Bookstore is holding some kind of storybook quiz competition again. Let's go and watch the fun."

"Let's go!"

"It's a pity we can't compete with mortals for gold and silver, otherwise I really would like to—Elder Zhang…"

"Greetings, Elder Zhang."

Zhang Zhihan ignored these people; he probably really didn't hear them, as all his attention was focused on the white geese on the water.

They only breathed a sigh of relief after the group had walked quite a distance away. Although Elder Zhang was oblivious to everything else and focused solely on herding geese, the cultivators were still worried about being scolded.

Someone whispered:

"Elder Zhang, don't you get bored if you don't talk to anyone every day?"

"What are you thinking? Elder Zhang probably just doesn't want to talk to us; he has his own friends."

"There were originally six people in Master Gu's generation, but now there are only three. Besides Elder Tang Xin, there is Elder Zhang. He must be someone extraordinary!"

"What about the other three?"