Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

"Master, you've worked hard. Leave the rest to your disciple." Zhang Ze wasn't nervous at all.

He straightened his clothes and walked alone towards the mirror.

For deceiving others, Zhang Ze and the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror must cooperate closely to be flawless. Li going in would only make things chaotic.

It might easily wake up Nameless.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to enter the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror, he was pulled back by his master.

"Take my Spirit Sword for protection." Li handed the Ink Sword to Zhang Ze. "If something goes wrong, just cut the person down. Eliminating all the demons can wait."

Holding it in his hand, Zhang Ze took the chance to admire the Ink Sword carefully.

The sword was three feet long, entirely black as ink, light as a feather in his hand, as if it was truly formed from a pool of dense ink.

"Isn't your Spirit Sword that Big Iron Rod?" Zhang Ze turned the Ink Sword over and over, unable to see how it could transform from an iron rod into a sword.

"Who told you a Sword Cultivator can only have one Spirit Sword? This one I used when I was young."

After answering Zhang Ze's question, Li noticed the young man's eyes glinting, seemingly plotting some mischief.

"You don't use this sword much these days, do you?" Zhang Ze, transformed into Lily, blinked his eyes.

"Hmm, what about it?" Li nodded.

"If you don't use it often, could you give it to your disciple?" Zhang Ze asked softly.

He really liked this Spirit Sword, especially the Chessboard Sword Array it came with, which perfectly aligned with Zhang Ze's aesthetic taste.

"You wish. Why do you want everything for yourself?"

"We'll discuss it after you achieve your Golden Core. Just return it quickly after you use it." With that, Li grabbed Zhang Ze's collar and tossed him into the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror.

Once Zhang Ze entered the mirror, the Third Elder, who had been watching from the shadows, appeared beside Li Guanqi.

The Sixth Elder was nowhere to be seen.

"Guanqi, I have a favor to ask." The Third Elder said.

"What do you need this time?" Li turned to look at his old friend.

"Those poetic verses are quite nice. Could your disciple come up with some for me too?" The Third Elder said with a smile.

The Third Elder was a man who loved to show off, especially when the Sword Sect's Qinghe Association was only three years away. He wanted to showcase his skills in front of the old fellows from other sects.

Li chuckled, "Those were a gift from my disciple. If you want some, you should ask your own disciples."

The Third Elder was well aware of the nature of his own disciples.

They were all obsessed with sword cultivation. Getting them to slay demons was no problem, but having them compose poetry was more difficult than taking their lives.

"Didn't you say you wanted to send your disciple over before?" The Third Elder was unwilling to give up, bringing up the past.

"No need to really send them; the formalities of re-apprenticeship are too troublesome. Just lend him to me for two days."

"Ha, you go and have your fun." Li ignored the Third Elder's nonsense, turning to watch the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror's newly darkened surface, waiting for his disciple to emerge.

At that moment, Li, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two elders, emerged from the ground.

He who stays close to ink becomes black, and he who stays close to Zhang Ze, Lily, and Qiao Lezhi becomes a scourge to the world.

Coincidentally, Li spent most of his time with Zhang Ze and a small part of his time with Lily recently.

With blinking eyes, pretending to be harmless, he tugged at the Third Elder's pant leg, "Elder, Elder, I know those poetic verses too."

"Really?" The Third Elder asked.

The Third Elder knew this peculiar-looking Earth Dragon was Zhang Ze's Spirit Beast, but didn't know Li's full details.

"Yes." Li nodded obediently. Zhang Ze had recited those poetic verses to him out of boredom, and Li remembered them all.

To prove he wasn't lying, Li recited a portion on the spot.

"Step through the chaos of this world and sweep across the pinnacle of the Martial Path..."

But only this fragment. After reciting it, Li closed his mouth, waiting for the Third Elder to take the bait.

"What comes next?" These verses had hit the right spot for the Third Elder; he asked eagerly.

The robust Third Elder thought these verses suited him perfectly.

He was already imagining himself, with a giant sword in hand, standing in the air, reciting verses and showing off.

Seeing the Third Elder take the bait, Li extended a small hand, "Trade for some food."

Li glanced askew at Li, thinking how it truly was his disciple's Spirit Pet, with that innocent yet conniving expression.

But, let the trick be played. After all, the Third Elder was wealthy.

The Third Elder didn't mind. He thought, how much could a Spirit Beast eat? Just some Spirit Beast meat or something.

"No problem at all. Grandpa has plenty of that."

The Third Elder, unaware of Li's true nature, hadn't yet realized the severity of the problem.

Li's antics to swindle food and drink went smoothly, but Zhang Ze's attempt to deceive Nameless faced some obstacles.

Because he waited for a long time without finding the opportunity to act.

This Void Illusion Realm within the mirror was Nameless's dream, and Zhang Ze had to wait for Nameless to want to see him in the dream to appear.

If the timing of entry was wrong, it could raise suspicion in Nameless's mind.

Yet Nameless was busy doing things he didn't want to do.

"I always said the people of the Hundred Demons Sect have issues," Zhang Ze thought, watching the crazed Nameless in his dream from outside.

What one thinks of by day, one dreams of by night. The Void Illusion Realm magnified Nameless's desires.

And Nameless was truly ruthless and genuinely bored.

In this real dream woven by Nameless himself, he was doing what he wanted most.

He was taking revenge on the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion by using Gu on the Demon tribes in the pedestrian street.

It was unclear if he hated the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion too much or never planned to return there this lifetime.

In the dream, wearing the guise of a Pill Master, he went house to house distributing Gu Pills to those Demon tribes that had tricked him.

Furthermore, he insisted on seeing them swallow the pills before considering it complete.

Although it seemed far-fetched, it alerted Zhang Ze that the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion and the Demon tribes had indeed been too blatant lately.

They had to continuously draw from resources sustainably, not just fish in troubled waters till nothing was left.

He needed to draft a business charter another day.

Until Zhang Ze became sleepy from waiting, Nameless finally remembered the matter about 'Zhang Yida'.

Zhang Ze, hovering outside the dream, felt a pull drawing him into Nameless's dream.

It was a magical feeling; Zhang Ze felt like he was also having a lucid dream.

He stood at the mountain gate of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion and saw Nameless walking toward him.

"Brother Zhang, I've looked for you so arduously. Let me tell you some good news." Nameless pulled Zhang Ze to walk outside the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

As they walked, Nameless stuffed a bunch of pills into Zhang Ze's hands, telling Zhang Ze his illness could be treated again.

And Zhang Ze gladly accepted them all. Swallowing all the Gu Pills at once, he smiled and asked, "Is there any more?"

Nameless was momentarily stunned, "How much do you want?"

"As much as there is, I'll eat it all," Zhang Ze replied.

Hearing this, Nameless handed Zhang Ze a handful of pills, imagining Zhang Ze suffering, with the Gu Pills erupting inside his body.

After consuming the pills, Zhang Ze suddenly sneezed.

"Brother Zhang, what happened?" Nameless was worried Zhang Ze might die too soon for his enjoyment.

"It's nothing; the snow came early this year, and my meridians are problematic. The cold entering the body is uncomfortable."

"I was using this thing to hold on before, but just now, for some reason, it seems to have malfunctioned."

Saying this, Zhang Ze took a small Copper Burner from his pocket and tried to restart it with Spiritual Qi.

However, the Copper Burner seemed broken, no matter what, there was no reaction.

Zhang Ze's face turned grim, seemingly finding it torturous to remain in the snow for even a moment longer.

Coincidentally at this moment, the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror seized this minor gap, once again amplifying Nameless's desires.

Nameless remembered those swindled Spirit Stones and those muscular Merfolk.

Looking at Zhang Yida, Nameless felt that merely having the Gu Worms devour his body wasn't enough to quell his hatred.

Since he feared the cold, he knew a very cold place.

Besides, dead men tell no tales, so exposure wasn't a concern.

"Brother Zhang, let me take you to a great place. Maybe it can cure your problem completely." Nameless pulled Zhang Ze's arm.

"That would be wonderful. Brother Wu, your great kindness, I'll remember forever." Zhang Ze said this with genuine sincerity.

The Void Illusion Realm extended infinitely with Nameless's dream, and Nameless, who was having too much fun dreaming, found the source of this Cyan Thorn snowfall with Zhang Ze.

Looking at the scene before him, Zhang Ze felt a myriad of emotions...

"Why is it here..."

Zhang Ze was all too familiar with this place.