Zhang Ze and Lin Feng discussed it for a long time and decided that they should still take a trip into this Demonic Cave.
The two fun-loving troublemakers were both exceedingly bold, and each had a Trump Card to save their life.
Being forbidden from going inside to take a look was simply unbearable.
They were not going in to fight their way through Seven In, Seven Out and chop off Spirit Snake Daoist’s Dog Head. They were merely helping their fellow disciples scout the place in advance.
They could also complete a task along the way.
The Spirit Snake Flotilla might contain clues about the task related to the City of Thousand Mechanisms.
This was Crucial.
They had the determination, but infiltrating the place was a major problem.
“We can’t possibly do cosplay again, can we?”
“But how are we supposed to transform into all of Wang He’s Fatty Meat?”
Lin Feng emerged from the Woods carrying a wild Rabbit, having not heard Zhang Ze’s muttering.
“What did you say Just Now?”
“Nothing. I was talking to myself.”
In Lin Feng’s hands, the wild Rabbit was skillfully skinned and boned, then divided into several pieces. Before long, the aroma of spices and rendered fat wafted toward them.
Zhang Ze stared at the wild Rabbit and asked Lin Feng,
“I say, Brother Feng, do you think this is a Rabbit?”
“I caught this Rabbit myself. What’s the problem?”
“Look at it. It has no fur now, it can’t move, and it can’t make a sound. It smells deliciously meaty, yet you still say it’s a Rabbit.”
Lin Feng Frowned in confusion.
“Brother Zhang, have you thought of a Method?”
“Mm.”
“Do you know what the most advanced Disguise technique is?” Zhang Ze asked.
“The Heavenly Sect’s Hundred Forms Divine Art?”
“Wrong. The best Disguise is to ruin your appearance.”
“Brother Feng, wait a moment. I’ll meditate for a while.”
Zhang Ze opened the System’s Exchange Panel and exchanged for the Hundred Plays Sect’s 【Shape-shifting Technique】.
The Heavenly Sect’s 【Hundred Forms Divine Art】 cost 130,000 Exchange Points and required a Heavenly Sect Inner disciple Waist Token to exchange for.
But the Hundred Plays Sect’s 【Shape-shifting Technique】 only cost 50 Exchange Points.
It even came with a complete makeup toolkit.
In the System’s view, this thing was worth even less than the Puppet Beast Sect’s Spirit Recognition Technique.
However, the Hundred Plays Sect had not been wiped out and was still doing perfectly well.
Including their Sect Master, Daoist Hundred Plays, the entire Sect had only nineteen people.
They could not even gather enough players for a soccer match.
As for the reason.
In his previous life, Zhang Ze had greatly liked what the Wheel King said to the Illusionist in 《Reign of Assassins》.
“I told you long ago: if you want to practice sleight of hand, then practice sleight of hand; if you want to practice martial arts, then practice martial arts. You always like to mix the two together. The fact that you’ve survived until today is already a marvel.”
It made perfect sense.
The Hundred Forms Divine Art could make a Humanoid transformation real. Once Cultivation reached a profound level, one person could possess a thousand faces, without the slightest flaw even before a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The Shape-shifting Technique only changed one’s Appearance. As for Temperament, that could only rely on an actor’s personal cultivation.
Fortunately, both Zhang Ze and Lin Feng had received Mr. Wang He’s recognition for their acting skills.
“Wait for me a little longer. I’ll put on some makeup.”
Half a Shichen later, Zhang Ze emerged from behind the Woods.
Lin Feng looked at Zhang Ze’s current appearance and cupped his hands.
“You’re invincible, Brother Zhang.”
Zhang Ze was Wearing one of Wang He’s spare outfits. His face was covered in knife marks, with several scars deep enough to expose bone.
A bleeding slash ran from his neck down to his chest and abdomen.
All the skin not covered by the black robe was an unhealthy grayish white.
Pale-purple veins meandered beneath his slack skin.
At this Moment, Zhang Ze looked Almost identical to a Corpse drained of blood.
“Do I sound like that Fatty?” Zhang Ze said hoarsely.
“Not bad... At least you don’t sound human.”
When it came to the Blood Fiend Technique, Zhang Ze could guarantee that he was absolutely a Top-notch expert.
In the System’s Trial Space, he had played himself to death several times.
If he had not used Self-detonation, the person drained to death by the Blood Fiend Technique would look exactly as he did now.
“Acting like a white, brain-damaged Fatty is troublesome.”
“But acting like a white Fatty whose face has been hacked to pieces and whose blood has been drained is Simple.”
Just like that Rabbit: with fur, able to run and jump, it was a Rabbit; sizzling with oil and smelling delicious, it was still a Rabbit.
Lin Feng could prove that a Rabbit was a Rabbit.
Wang He’s Storage Ring and identity Token could prove that Zhang Ze was Wang He.
“I say, Brother Zhang... how did you make this skin and these wounds?” Lin Feng asked.
“Oh, this? Aren’t there a pile of dead pigs by the roadside over there? The meat is Pork, the skin is Pig Skin, and the bones are Pig bones.”
“Couldn’t you have used the Disguise tomorrow morning?”
“No. This Shape-shifting Technique needs an entire night to stabilize its effect.”
“So...”
“So you need to use Disguise too. You have to play the Unlucky Egg who fought Wang He for three hundred rounds but was killed by the Blood Fiend Technique.”
“Brother Zhang, just cut me a few times instead.”
“Don’t even think about it. No one is getting away today.”
The next day.
‘Wang He’ pushed the same Cart that had previously carried Pork, trudging through the Forest.
A person lay on the Cart. From his clothing, he appeared to be a Righteous Path Disciple, but his entire body had been blasted so badly that not a single patch of good flesh remained.
His chest rose and fell slightly. He was probably still alive.
When ‘Wang He’ pushed the Cart to a Mountain stream, Bursts of ape cries echoed from the surrounding mountains and Woods. Before long, several masked Black-clothed cultivators Gathered there.
“Who goes there?” the leader asked.
“Wang He. Let me through. I’m busy.”
“You... You’re Wang He?”
‘Wang He’ raised his hand and tossed over his identity Waist Token.
After taking the Waist Token and confirming that it was genuine, the guard still did not dare let him pass.
‘Wang He’ took a deep breath and opened his Storage Ring. With a flash of black light, a demonic-head horizontal blade appeared in his hand.
“Get lost. I’m very busy.”
“You...”
“Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! I said I’m busy! Can’t you understand?”
“Laozi is very busy right now! See this bastard?”
“Laozi is taking him back to the Dungeon to Torment him. I’ll make him beg for the inability to live or die!”
After saying this, ‘Wang He’ went limp and leaned against the Cart. His body began to tremble violently. Black blood seeped from the skin on his chest and every wound on his upper body, while the stench of rotting wounds spread through the air.
Seeing Wang He’s weakened state, one Black-clothed guard seemed to develop ulterior motives.
But when he reached behind his back, he saw that Wang He had formed a Handprint.
Blood Fiend Technique.
“...L-let him pass.”
The guards lifted the Restriction, and ‘Wang He’ did not look back as he pushed the Cart toward the Mountain stream.
Only after Wang He had left did one of the guards ask in a low voice,
“What happened to that dead Fatty?”
“He probably drained himself dry with the Blood Fiend Technique. What a pig-brained idiot. Who else would treat the Blood Fiend Technique like a treasure?”
“Judging by the person on the Cart, he really was injured by the Blood Fiend Technique.”
“How tragic. After being killed by that dead Fatty, he still has to be taken back to the Flotilla for Torment.”
“Hilarious. It’s not even certain who will die first.”
“Anyone could tell that Wang He injured his Origin. He won’t live more than a few days.”
“Why didn’t you Attack Just Now?”
“Bullshit. You Grandsons were all watching the play. You wanted me to take a Self-detonation head-on? I’m not stupid.”
“Forget it, stop arguing. Good things come to those who wait.”
“I heard Wang He stored quite a few Spirit Stones and spirit herbs to study the Blood Fiend Technique. If he dies, we...”
“Hehe, I bet he won’t survive tonight...”
“What a pity he came back early. If he had been a few days later...”
The group seemed to have thought of something Fun and gathered together, laughing.
On Zhang Ze’s side, he had already pushed Lin Feng past seven or eight checkpoints and arrived at a position where they could see the Stronghold’s entrance.
Zhang Ze felt that the Secret Realm before him had a somewhat strange Art Style.
“Are these people trying to build a residential complex?”