People have to hold on to something.
To do some things, and refrain from doing others.
If this really were the game he had played in his previous life, Zhang Ze would first make several extra save files.
Then he would pat the jailer on the shoulder several times.
He would chat with him about everyday matters, raise his reputation, and trick some things out of him.
Next, he would officially begin this dungeon, pick up some equipment, search for hidden Information, and dig up some Side Quests.
He would even remove his disguise and try the extreme Stealth route.
Which wall could be used to glitch out of the Map.
After completing the dungeon Achievement, he would load a save and continue toward the good ending.
But this was not a game, even though Zhang Ze had a System in his pocket.
The System would also give him rewards.
But not being a game meant it was not a game.
Because Chen Qin's little hand was soft.
The tea his Grandpa Wang had obtained from the Pavilion Master was bitter.
Every morning, the sound of his Master's Iron rod dragging across the floor was rhythmic.
Lin Feng's mouth was hard.
The wind of the Sword Pavilion was pure.
Therefore.
This world was real.
Therefore.
All these people of the Demonic Path deserved to die.
Therefore.
Zhang Ze now only wanted to blow this place up.
Lin Feng, who had played dead for half a day, suddenly sprang up from the ground and stabbed the jailer through the chest.
Zhang Ze fully allocated all the attribute points and Cultivation Level he had accumulated during this time.
Qi Refining Level 7, but that was enough.
Stepping on the Pure River with his sword.
This was the entry-level Sword Technique of a Sword Pavilion Disciple, but Zhang Ze, who was used to acting like a walking bomb, had rarely used it.
But at this Moment, standing dignified and upright, cutting down Evil Spirits with his sword was truly Joyful.
The vast, boundless waves were like water, and the Sword Intent flowed like water. Zhang Ze cut down three people in succession.
When he raised his hand again, there were no living people outside the pit besides Lin Feng.
“Unlucky.”
After removing his disguise, Zhang Ze clasped his hands toward Brother Lin.
“I must trouble Brother Lin to serve as my Guardian.”
“I need to undertake a Big undertaking.”
“Rest assured. Unless I die, no one will be able to take a single step into this place.”
A Black Sword Zhang Ze had never seen before appeared in Lin Feng's hand.
That Arrogant expression also returned to Lin Feng's face.
He closed his eyes, entered the System, and directly opened the Exchange List.
Blowing up such a huge Stronghold could not be done with just a few Five Ghosts.
He had to exchange something bigger from the System.
Damn it.
Let me show you what the Light of the Righteous Path is.
The Spirit Snake Daoist had no idea what had Just Now happened in the Dungeon. He was still caressing the Spirit Snake Statue.
It was as though he were caressing his lover.
Feeling the coldness coming from his palm, the Spirit Snake Daoist felt Refreshed and invigorated.
That was because the coldness was slowly nourishing his Poisonous Cultivation Technique.
Although this coldness was insignificant, it had nevertheless shaken the bottleneck that had remained dormant for many years.
The Spirit Snake Daoist felt that perhaps, after several hundred more years, with this coldness nourishing him, his Nascent Soul could be reborn and he could enter the Nascent Soul realm.
Even Void Refining, Body Integration, and Mahayana would no longer be beyond reach.
Perhaps the Spiritual Energy in this room was simply too dense; perhaps it was merely a small moment of carelessness in Life.
He had not Discovered a Cunning Earth Spirit little ghost crawling out of the ground.
The little ghost held a stack of talisman paper.
The little ghost secretly threw the talismans onto those Spirit Stones one by one.
When even the Earth Spirit little ghost could no longer withstand the suction of the Spirit Snake Statue and began to Dissipate.
The Spirit Snake Daoist looked up and saw the last Yellow Talisman slowly drift to the ground.
Boom.
Pale Blue Flames scorched the Yellow Talisman, igniting the Spirit Stones.
The Spirit Snake Flotilla's accumulation of nearly a hundred years—thousands upon thousands of Spirit Stones—exploded simultaneously with a thunderous roar.
“Aaaaaaaah!!!”
The Spirit Snake Daoist's black robe was consumed by fire in an Instant, while Blue Flames and fragments of Spirit Stones battered his Body.
Quantity had produced a qualitative change: the Spirit Snake Daoist's Golden Body was broken.
But new Flesh and Blood quickly continued growing from the wounds of the Spirit Snake Daoist.
An explosion of this magnitude was not enough to kill a powerhouse at the Nascent Soul Stage.
However, it was more than enough to blast that disgusting Statue into pieces.
That had been Zhang Ze's original purpose as well.
Those Yellow Talismans were one-time props Zhang Ze had exchanged from the System.
They were somewhat expensive, but Worthwhile.
This was an extremely disgusting talisman.
Even now, Dragon Tiger Mountain refused to acknowledge that one of its Daoist Priests had drawn this talisman.
This talisman was both useful and useless.
Because it only reacted to Spirit Stones.
But after all, no one went out with their Clothes covered in Spirit Stones.
During a fight, this talisman was completely useless.
But when it encountered Cultivators who, like Hamsters, loved hiding their Spirit Stones and Secret Treasures everywhere.
Then, with just a few of these talismans.
Their savings of a hundred or a thousand years could instantly vanish without a trace.
They were not enough to kill anyone; no matter how many of these talismans there were, they could not blow up a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
But they were absolutely devastating to the heart.
【 The Spirit Snake Statue has been completely destroyed. The Hidden Quest “Lurk” has disappeared. The Unawakened Spirit Snake task has ended and cannot be opened again. 】
Hearing the System's Prompt, Zhang Ze breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, it had been blown to pieces. That Old Man was probably about to go mad with rage.
Zhang Ze gripped the Sword Sheath Jade Pendant Mei'er had lent him.
This was the Trump Card he had always relied on, and Chen Qin had secretly told him about it.
“Ten Directions Sword Formation.”
The Golden Sword Array spread outward from Zhang Ze as its center, enveloping Zhang Ze and Lin Feng and covering the Commoners in the great pit.
Almost simultaneously, a shriveled Old Man resembling an Evil Ghost and covered in Green Scales slammed into the Sword Array.
The Spirit Snake Daoist's hands transformed into snakes. Every move and gesture displayed Grandmaster's Might.
The Poisonous Cultivation Technique of the Nascent Soul Stage far exceeded ordinary people's imagination.
But the Golden Ten Directions Sword Formation did not move in the slightest.
“You brain-dead idiot, can you get in?” Zhang Ze made a Middle Finger at the Spirit Snake Daoist.
“Little brat!!! I'll flay you alive!!!”
The Spirit Snake Daoist had completely abandoned the dignity of a master.
He rammed his head against the formation, with nothing but killing intent In Their Hearts.
He could not make sense of too many things.
He did not even know how this Ant had managed to Sneak Into the place.
“You scared me to death, old man. Do you recognize what this is?”
Zhang Ze waved the Jade Pendant in his hand.
“See this Chen Character? Our Sect Master carved it himself.”
“This is called the Ten Directions Sword Formation. Got it?”
“You know the Sword Sect's mountain-protecting formation?”
“The small formation extracted from it is called the Ten Directions Sword Formation.”
“It can block a full-power strike from someone in the Nascent Soul realm.”
“What is your Cultivation Level? How do you compare with our Sect Master, you brain-dead idiot?”
“A mere Nascent Soul, how laughable.”
“Are those things your hands transformed into snakes? Why do they look like maggots?”
“Listen now. Can you hear anything?”
Vaguely, a series of explosions and collapsing sounds came from the distance.
“I told you people of the Demonic Path are all Idiots.”
“You keep so many things that love exploding in your own home.”
“One explosion, every time.”
“I, your grandpa, said today that I was going to blow this entire place up.”
“Did you hear me?”
“Blow! It! All! Up!”
The Spirit Snake Daoist could no longer hear what Zhang Ze was saying.
That was because everything he had possessed had been destroyed by this Little brat who had not even reached Foundation Establishment.
Everything was ruined.
His Spirit Snake Statue.
His Demonic Stronghold.
His century-old savings.
His distant Immortal Path.
Everything was ruined.
“If you have the ability, hide in that Turtle Shell for the rest of your life!!!”
“I'll kill you! I'll slaughter everyone around you!!!”
Zhang Ze chuckled softly and brought the pendant close to the edge of the Sword Array.
It was almost pressed against the Spirit Snake Daoist's face.
“Heh, you Thought I enjoyed chatting with you?”
“I was afraid you would run away.”
“Sister Mei'er, did you hear what that Old Man just said?”
But Sister Mei'er's voice did not come from the Jade Pendant.
“Don't worry. He can't escape.”
An old man's voice came from the Jade Pendant.
After receiving Zhang Ze's Information, Mei'er immediately found the Pavilion Master.
At the same time, all the Commoners in the Dungeon were teleported to safety by a Sword Array.