Chapter 1078: Chapter 515: Little Fuji, Stuffed Full_3

The man in black stared straight at Qin Lang for a long while before picking up a cup, his eyes bulging like brass bells, and stood behind Qin Lang, staring at him intently.

Qin Lang, smiling widely, understood this well.

He seemed to have found a way to handle these people in black and white.

As long as he mentioned Divine Monarch and loyalty together when speaking, it would trigger a certain detection.

Under such detection, the hierarchy of white and black clothing loses its significance, everything then revolves around the Divine Monarch.

If manipulated correctly, every word would become a condition the other party cannot refuse.

Qin Lang suddenly thought of a way to rescue Zhu Luo.

But despite coming up with it, he wasn’t in a rush because the fleet from [Twenty-Five Dock] had already sailed into the Water Sect.

The cabins were opened, and the Divine Envoys responsible for their respective boxes stood before the corresponding appraisers, holding their boxes.

As for Qin Lang, he kept thinking that the person in front of him looked familiar.

Of course, Zhang Ze felt the same way.

...

But Zhang Ze only found him familiar; he hadn’t realized that the person in front of him was actually Qin Lang in disguise. His attention was more focused on the man in black behind Qin Lang.

A man in black mingling among those in white was already conspicuous enough, not to mention that this person was staring at everyone with a murderous family-wide gaze.

Zhang Ze didn’t want any trouble, so he lowered his gaze, focusing inwardly, hoping Fuji stayed hidden inside the box.

He hoped Fuji wouldn’t be discovered...

Otherwise ...

He would have to unleash a killing spree and forcefully rescue Zhu Luo.

As the Water Sect bell rang, the mechanism on the side of the black box Zhang Ze held rotated, and a small tube extended out. With a few squeezes, golden-orange liquid would flow out.

This liquid was what the Water Sect appraisers were meant to evaluate.

However ... despite Qin Lang squeezing for a long time, there was no liquid coming out of the small tube.

The man in black standing behind Qin Lang, who had downed a cup without dying and was feigning cramps, wore a caught-you expression, certain that Qin Lang was doomed.

But before he could act, someone suddenly shouted loudly from another side.

"Report, sir! Someone’s drinking urine!"

Being a serious matter, the man in black’s attention was drawn over.

The one reporting was the fat man with a ball gag, who had met Zhang Ze once before, now pointing at the appraiser, wearing an I-have-made-a-great-contribution face.

And the appraiser he reported looked at him with a you-idiot expression, turning blue and white in streaks, looking very uncomfortable.

The man in black was well-acquainted with such matters, as they happened daily.

The liquid seeping from those golden fish bones looked similar to urine, and there were always people trying to bluff their way with sleight of hand and quick tricks.

Not to mention that the man in black had just done the same thing.

Compared to betting on one’s life, a sip of urine was nothing.

In fact, it was an unwritten rule, a leeway left by every Water Sect person for themselves.

As long as it wasn’t overdone, the man in black would pretend not to see it.

After all, anyone might face such a day themselves.

But the very ambitious fat man seemed to disagree, thinking that if he reported enough people, and was loyal enough to the Divine Monarch.

Eventually, he himself could don the truly splendid black attire.

Sadly, he forgot one thing.

That many of the Divine Monarch’s laws involved collective punishment, if the appraiser were to die, those handling the fish bones would also face shared punishment ...

The man in black approached, took out a new cup, personally filled it, and handed it to the critic who had tried to cheat.

"Drink."

The appraiser looked at the fat man with resentment and then drank it all.

No miracle occurred; after consuming the true Golden Soup, the unfortunate appraiser keeled over dead.

The man in black looked at the fat man calmly, pinching time with his fingers. After confirming the appraiser wouldn’t rise from the dead, he reached for the fat man’s head.

The fat man who effectively shot himself in the foot yelled, flipping over the black box with a punch.

Then, taking advantage of the distraction as the man in black picked up the box, he fled recklessly toward the Water Sect.

But before he could run more than two steps, the Magic Artifact Melting Furnace lifted off the ground, its mouth opened wide to swallow the fat man.

However, the four-hundred-pound fat man was too heavy, his stomach so large that he got stuck at the furnace’s opening. Amidst the screams, the furnace burst its belly.

The scene descended into chaos.

As the man in black worked to extinguish the fire, the remaining appraisers, who hadn’t yet drunk, hurriedly poured out the golden liquid from their cups, readying themselves to reload and refill.

One among them, whether due to nerves or a lack of water that day, couldn’t squeeze anything out despite his effort. As he was sweating profusely, the person in white across from him said softly in his ear.

"Don’t rush, use mine."

The moment he heard this, his eyes welled up with a tear of gratitude.

But as the saying goes, joy is followed by sorrow.

In that instant, his gratitude towards this white-clad savior, akin to timely rain, surged to its peak, surpassing even his loyalty to the Divine Monarch.

Therefore...

Bang!

His head exploded the moment the thought crossed his mind.

The chaos intensified.

...

Amid the chaos, Zhang Ze and Qin Lang found themselves largely ignored.

Of course, neither of them did anything untoward.

Qin Lang acted directly, flicking a leaf blade in front of Zhang Ze’s eyes, using a move called [True, Leaf to Obscure], temporarily blocking Zhang Ze’s five senses before stepping forward to open the box.

But....

"Huh?"

Qin Lang paused.

He discovered that not a single golden fish bone was left in the box, and the soup had been completely consumed.

Little Fuji lay reclined in the box, happily rubbing her small belly, burping contentedly.

What was concerning, however, was that Little Fuji seemed oddly transformed, looking as if mutated.

Apparently, those fish bones had exerted an unexpected influence on her...