Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 1131 - 533: The Ji Jis Gather Together_2

"Why are you stopping me?" Lu Tianming frowned and asked.This time, Zhang Ze remained silent and let the Mortal Dust Robe handle the negotiation.

He felt it was exhausting to talk to these ancient Old Ascenders who were unaware of the current times.

After a brief negotiation, Lu Tianming had a general understanding of the current situation. She pinched her chin, thought for a moment, and then said, "Simple, not being able to distinguish between reality and dreams is a minor issue, leave it to me."

Then she, in a way akin to reciting a menu, rattled off a list of pill medicines and talisman names to Zhang Ze, many of which were outdated or obsolete.

Fortunately, Zhang Ze had plenty of resources. After clarifying their general uses, he quickly gathered all the necessary items for Lu Tianming through upgrades and replacements.

The talisman burned blue smoke, the pill medicine was refined by the divine soul, and Lu Tianming’s spirit body became more solid, almost lifelike.

Once everything was prepared, Lu Tianming twisted her neck, then conjured a starlight great sword in her hand, shouted loudly, and leapt into the magic orb that temporarily sealed her mentor, the former Celestial Sect Leader. She began her reasoning and persuasion.

The process went smoothly. The old man was obedient and sensible. Not long after, under Lu Tianming’s persuasion, not only did Miaomiao’s speech tic disappear, but her eyes also became clearer.

However, achieving this result wasn’t due to a deep mentor-disciple bond or Lu Tianming moving her mentor with true goodness like a magical girl, but because Lu Tianming’s grip was strong.

A single Great Brightness Heaven-opening Sword fell from the sky, and whoever was hit had their eyes cleared.

Whether this act was rebellious or just a mentor-disciple sparring session, Zhang Ze didn’t dare ask, merely pretended to know nothing.

After the mentor and disciple reconciled, they began helping Zhang Ze find the next victim.

Being of the same generation, they clearly understood each other far better than Tang and the others from later generations, knowing precisely who was stubborn and who was not right in the head.

Soon, they identified their target, the Old Ascender from Medicine King Valley with grass on his head.

According to the mentor and disciple, this person was easier to handle, making success certain.

They floated left and right behind Zhang Ze, watching as Zhang Zeqian grasped the mycelium while Lu Tianming warmed up and the small old man listened carefully.

Perhaps due to being easier, the divine soul of the Long Grass Immortal from Medicine King Valley was noticeably fainter and not very solid, somewhat soupy.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the Long Grass Immortal naturally couldn’t distinguish, but hesitated, for he didn’t recognize Zhang Ze but knew Lu Tianming and her mentor.

Yet before he could think further, or even miaow, he was dragged into the ground by the small old man, then saw Lu Tianming raising the Great Brightness Heaven-opening Sword once again...

The small old man’s technique may not have been as flashy as his disciple’s, but it triumphed in refinement and expertise. Soon, flowers bloomed on top of the Long Grass Immortal, and he was forcibly awakened.

As the saying goes, having been drenched in rain, one must drench others too. Ideally, with a sprinkler truck, spraying water while drifting around puddles.

After greeting Fuji, Lily, and those unknown disciples and descendants, the Long Grass Immortal joined Lu Tianming’s team of persuaders.

After that, things became easier, not even requiring Zhang Ze to take action.

After mastering the skill of grasping mycelium, the three stepped up to help, speeding up the process considerably.

Not only did the speed double, but with more people waking up, triple and quintuple grabbings occurred, creating a unique spectacle.

Then, amidst their strange cries of discomfort and pleasure, those who awoke were grabbed and vigorously thrashed, conscious or not.

The scene appeared chaotic yet surprisingly orderly upon closer inspection.

Li, watching the spectacle with an umbrella on the ground, covered Dazed Girl’s eyes.

"Good children shouldn’t watch this."

"Oh?" Dazed Girl didn’t understand what Li meant, stubbornly ignoring Li’s suggestion, extending her eyes like a snail’s to continue watching.

With nothing better to do, Zhang Ze began discussing random topics with Lu Tianming and other idle seniors who didn’t want to grab anyone either.

He then took the time to contact his uncle, who was laying low outside, learning from him that as these seniors’ divine souls were released, the existence of Xiao Maoniang also began to destabilize, seemingly on the brink of collapse.

Having noticed the anomaly, he desperately wanted to return to the Imperial City, but due to weakened strength, he couldn’t escape.

....

The last predecessor from the Sword Sect, after being personally grabbed out by Zhang Ze, slowly opened his eyes.

Probably due to reduced control, he was quite clear-headed at this point, especially when he saw Zhang Ze’s Sword Sect robe, filling him with comfort.

Yet, before he could speak, he saw a dozen ghostly old friends grinning and reaching out their large hands.

"You’re awake, it’s been several thousand years now."

"Brother Wang, don’t move recklessly, you’re not fully clear-headed now, let me help you calm down."

"Yes, yes, it’s been so long, we don’t even know if your sword is still sharp, miaow.... ahem."

Saying this, they unceremoniously dragged the unfortunate Brother Wang aside, and a predecessor from the Buddhist Sect picked up a tattered bag borrowed by Zhang Ze from a little monk, and slipped Brother Wang inside with a raised hand.