Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 847 - 424: Who Stepped on My Foot! (Part 3)

"Then you get lost too. Having just you know the password is useless."

The brute kicked the long-haired guy from behind and prepared to continue selling his stinky shoes.

Inspired by these two, the others also started offering strategies, various DIY secret recipes emerged one after another.

Besides the fact that none seemed like methods a rational person could come up with, there weren't any other disadvantages.

You could say that Chang State was packed with genius brains like Dragon Tiger and Phoenix Chicks, dominating the realm.

Just as Zhang Ze was looking for a quiet place to think, a Junior Sister from the Sword Sect suddenly stood up.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked quickly towards Zhang Ze, as if she had something on her mind to say.

Before Zhang Ze could ask, she pinched a sword technique gesture, and a three-inch-long Exquisite Small Sword flew out from her sleeve, turning into a green light and stopping in front of Zhang Ze.

"This sword? Do you have a way?"

Seeing the Exquisite Sword Treasure Artifact soar high, Zhang Ze thought it might be a treasure given by some elder with unlimited powers.

"No." The unfamiliar Junior Sister shook her head vigorously and took a few deep breaths before speaking again.

"I'm a fan of you, Senior Brother. Can you sign my sword? I'm afraid if I die with you here, I'll miss the chance to get your autograph, and that would be a real pity."

Zhang Ze, "..."

He felt this unlucky kid didn't know how to speak properly, but fine, a signature it is...

While Zhang Ze was signing the Exquisite Sword for the fangirl, Li woke up leisurely.

It rubbed its eyes and brought its tongue back into its mouth, took a while to finally sit up, but still felt a bit dazed.

It looked around and found everyone talking.

A group around Zhang Ze was discussing shoes, turtle shells, revival from the dead, drinking hot water, and other such things.

Meanwhile, the Firefly Spirits were sipping enchanted tea and whispering quietly.

In a daze, Li suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice.

"Who stepped on my foot!"

Why did these words seem so familiar? It felt like it had heard them before.

Li groggily got up, as if walking through a jungle, and joined the Firefly Spirits, parting their fluffy hair to make its way inside.

Reaching the source of the voice, Li rubbed its eyes and saw a somewhat different Firefly Spirit.

Ordinarily, Firefly Spirits might shift between reality and illusion, but their appearance when visible was usually fixed.

Fluffy hair, Big Head, small plant-based dresses, with a limp body hidden beneath.

But this Firefly Spirit was different; it was entirely limp, sticky, with a hint of blue.

It held a large cup of enchanted tea, drowsy and noisy.

"Don't step on my foot! Give me another cup, I want more!"

The more it drank, the more this Firefly Spirit revealed its true form.

A lump of Fuji.

Who knew where it came from, this lump of Fuji mixed into the Firefly Spirit group was now completely drunk.

Very soon, the whole lump slipped into the big cup, becoming a cup of Fuji.

This cup of Fuji, though drunk, kept mumbling, "Who stepped on my foot... Don't step again... It hurts..."

"Don't you... notice she's different?" Li asked muddily.

The Firefly Spirits shook their heads, unsure what Li was talking about.

Li yawned, picked up the cup, and headed towards Zhang Ze. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

If something is unclear, just let Zhang Ze have a look...

...

Outside Luoyu Mountain.

It's quite lively now.

A range of hundred miles had been enclosed by Qin Lang, countless Middle Ascenders and Old Ascenders within, guarding the most crucial Luoyu Mountain even more tightly.

With Old Sect Leader Li, the hardest guardian in charge, Dragon Tiger Mountain's folks rotated on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Celestial Sect on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and Buddhists on the day left, dividing the pressure and strengthening the magical barrier set on Luoyu Mountain.

In the distance, within a surveillance tower of Thousand Machines, Junior Sister and Lily circled around an octagon in the room.

Junior Sister was anxious, while Lily was triggered by OCD, feeling it asymmetric to have one person circle alone, thus joined the circling.

Like Zhang Ze being unaware of the outside situation, they had no clue what was happening inside, only certain that Zhang Ze was still alive for now.

The only quiet entity in the room was a Fuji.

As a species categorized by measures, this one was unusually too normal.

One could say this Fuji condensed its entire essence of normalcy, wisdom, and power into an ultimate being.

The Ultimate Wisdom Fuji quietly sat behind the desk, fiddling with the empty teacup in hand, while browsing a genuine, ad-free Chang State's Folklore Chronicle in front.

Suddenly, it shot out a tentacle, tripping Lily who circled.

"Lily, what is enchanted tea?" Fuji asked.

Lily, having slipped and fallen, grumbled as she got up from the ground, pointing at Junior Sister, "I don't know, never heard of it, and why'd you pull me? Why not her!"

Junior Sister, being pointed at, glanced at Lily and resumed circling.

Fuji stayed silent, cutely tilted its head.

"Sorry (๑•́᎔ก̀๑), it was a habit."

Lily, "..."