Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Seeing Lin Feng acting all mysterious, Zhang Ze felt a bit confused.

But after glancing at his own clothes, he quickly realized the situation.

Today, Zhang Ze was dressed in the white robe of a Sword Sect disciple.

Whereas Lin Feng's current status was that of a righteous cultivator undercover in the Demon Path, masquerading as a righteous path cultivator.

Indeed, they shouldn't know each other.

But since Lin Feng wanted to play the espionage rendezvous game, Zhang Ze thought it best to go along with it.

Zhang Ze kept a distance, trailing far behind Lin Feng, strolling leisurely like an average passerby, stopping and going.

Occasionally, he stopped by stalls to look at the magical trinkets sold by the Demon Race peddlers.

However, as he walked, Zhang Ze felt something was very off.

He kept feeling like someone was badmouthing him.

Those Demon Race vendors, loose cultivators shopping around, and even a few Sword Sect senior brothers were all gossiping about Gao's childhood stories.

Gao was often bitten by dogs as a child, so he put a bunch of dogs at the Heavenly Cave Tomb to guard it.

When Gao went to the toilet, the door couldn't be opened from the inside.

While Gao was sleeping, seven or eight Thousand Mechanism Puppets hung from the rafters, protecting him from hidden weapons before he could turn off the lights to sleep.

Gao...

Zhang Ze knew this day would come, but he hadn't expected it to come so soon, and these stories felt oddly familiar.

Stopping in front of a stall, Zhang Ze knocked on the counter, tossed a Spirit Stone to the Dog Demon owner, and randomly bought two talismans.

"Boss, I'm just curious, who is this Gao you're all talking about?" Zhang Ze asked knowingly.

The Dog Demon owner, not knowing the ins and outs, couldn't quite explain, but from the bits and pieces, Zhang Ze pieced together the story.

Although the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion was well-prepared, the Underground City still encountered many problems these days.

Guys like Wang Ma and Daxiong were not uncommon, and the ruckus they caused or the traps they triggered had to be addressed by Thousand Mechanism cultivators.

And this disguise of Gao's got leaked by someone.

Every Thousand Mechanism cultivator going in to handle the traps claimed to be Gao.

Presumably, they knew the designs in the Underground City were too contrived, revealing their real names would make them targets.

Gao became a scapegoat for the loose cultivators to vent.

Upon leaving the Underground City, cultivators with some residual resentment naturally started spinning tales of Gao's childhood.

And these demons, uninterested in the drama, noticed that discussing Gao's childhood stories boosted business.

And that's how things ended up this way.

"If I remember correctly, wasn't there a girl named Fuji in the Underground City, why aren't there any stories about her?"

Zhang Ze wondered why the cultivators weren't targeting Fuji.

That Dog Demon glanced around mysteriously, then spoke quietly.

"Miss Fuji's stories aren't something you dare to fabricate. Let me tell you..."

After listening, Zhang Ze could only think these people were all superficial, with their heads full of superstitions.

Not to mention Fuji's cultivation, just because Fuji was so cute, these rascals were particularly lenient with her.

Plus, Fuji's other job was distributing card packs.

So, in hopes of receiving secret edition cards, Fuji became the Immortal of card distributions.

Believe in Fuji, open rare cards.

This was the consensus reached among these rascals recently.

"Buy one, my craftsmanship is the best on this street, just look how cute it is." The Dog Demon took out a box.

Opening it, Zhang Ze saw it was filled with small dolls resembling Fuji.

They were quite adorable.

Zhang Ze picked out two at random, paid, and headed towards the inn Lin Feng had just entered.

But as he reached the inn's entrance, something felt very off to Zhang Ze.

Why did this place seem so familiar?

Looking at the painting in the middle of the hall, showing a fox chasing a butterfly, Zhang Ze stepped back a few steps and read the sign that had changed from Fox Butterfly Restaurant to Fox Butterfly Inn.

"Ha." Zhang Ze let out a cold chuckle.

Simultaneously, a playful fox's voice drifted out from the counter.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm stuck here!"

Zhang Ze sighed, took a seat at a side table near the entrance, and casually poured himself a cup of tea.

Presumably, because of the remote location and the new business, he was the only customer in the hall.

The proprietress, having waited a while, seeing no one attended to her, finally raised her head from behind the counter.

"How come it's you again?" The proprietress swayed her long tail, looking at Zhang Ze, momentarily puzzled.

"I'm from the Sword Sect, isn't it normal to be here?" Zhang Ze gestured at his Sword Sect disciple's white robe, putting down his teacup.

"Also, why are you here? What about your store in Cold City?" Zhang Ze countered.

"Closed." The proprietress replied, "Business needs decisiveness, little brother."

"With my sharp eyes, I immediately saw a big business opportunity here." She stretched, arching her back seductively.

"Tell the truth." Of course, Zhang Ze didn't believe the fox spirit's words.

"Why should I tell you the truth, the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion isn't owned by your family." The proprietress supported herself from behind the counter, flipped over, and sat on the counter, crossing her legs, looking at Zhang Ze.

"Who says it's not owned by my family?" Zhang Ze took out his highest-level token from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

"You even have to pay me rent every month." Zhang Ze put the token away, "Spill it, what are you doing here."

The proprietress sighed and jumped down from the counter.

She straightened her skirt, covering her fair legs, walked over, and refilled Zhang Ze's tea, "Because there are a lot of handsome guys from the Sword Sect here, and I'm tempted, alright."

Zhang Ze nodded, finding the reason convincing.

Probably because Zhang Ze delayed for a bit too long, Lin Feng was already using sound transmission to urge him to come upstairs to meet.

Zhang Ze replied via sound transmission and headed upstairs.

As he reached the staircase, Zhang Ze suddenly turned back and advised.

"By the way, be careful with your actions.

"The Inner Sect senior sisters are Golden Core level at the minimum, if you mess with their men, no one will be able to cover for you."

The proprietress wiggled her tail, indicating she understood.

Once on the second floor, Zhang Ze entered a room at the end of the corridor where he met Lin Feng.

On the table in the room was a small sphere with a light blue texture, emanating a faint glow, likely a magical treasure for privacy.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to speak, Lin Feng took the lead.

"There's been a change with the Blood Lion Helm."

Zhang Ze took a moment to recall the issue with the Blood Lion Helm.

No wonder, this group from the Demon Path recently had been so relentless in their efforts against the Demon Path. So much so that Yangguan Road had virtually turned into an open road as its name suggests.

Since High-Level Special Envoy Hero Chou was currently undergoing training in the Sword Hall under 24-hour surveillance, Zhang Ze hadn't paid much attention to the affairs of the Blood Lion Helm.

After all, whatever happened, Song Qingpao was there to provide updates.

"What's up, what's happening over there?" Zhang Ze asked.

Lin Feng took out a Blood Lion Helm token from his sleeve.

"The Blood Lion Ancestor's men just sent word to me saying the Ancestor has withdrawn from Cyan Thorn.

"And promoted me to head of the stronghold, leaving me to act at my discretion."

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, a message from Song Qingpao arrived.

[Blood Lion Ancestor has withdrawn from Cyan Thorn, what orders does senior have for the subordinates]

Zhang Ze, without thinking, immediately replied with four words.

[Observe and wait]

No choice, Zhang Ze didn't know how else to respond.

Those four words were enough for Song Qingpao to speculate.

Zhang Ze took out the Black King Order from the Hundred Treasures Bag, a token that had shown no reaction ever since Qiu Jidan called out "Mother" on his own last time.

It was quite mysterious, and there had been no strange secret techniques from the Hundred Demons Sect causing him trouble, nor could Zhang Ze find a way to activate the token.

It was as if this Black King Order didn't exist.

"I wonder if I can stir up some things with this?"