Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 1106: Chapter 525: Thieves of Lolis, Hunted by All

The ultra-photorealistic version of Fuji came crashing down toward Zhang Ze like a comet hitting the earth, but Zhang Ze couldn’t even be bothered to dodge. He just stood there without moving an inch.

He let out a long yawn, his mouth open wide, looking a bit like he was provoking that huge blue ball covered in thousands of mouths.

Then, at the instant they were about to make contact, time seemed to shift into bullet-time for Zhang Ze. He first fixed the hairstyle that had been blown messy by the wind, combing his waist-length middle-part into a handsome ancient-style long ponytail, then stepped to the side and forward, executing an Iron Mountain Lean to slam Fuji back.

"Yah! Great chance! Fuji flying kick!"

But Fuji was still rotten at heart. Just as Zhang Ze unleashed Iron Mountain Lean, a small lump of Fuji drilled out from the ground, and a single Fuji Flying Kick landed squarely on Zhang Ze’s chin, booting him far, far away.

Little Fuji ran over, stretched herself long, propped her long waist akimbo, and looked down at him from on high.

"Why aren’t you following my script!"

Zhang Ze climbed up from the ground looking innocent. "I don’t know anything. How am I supposed to act for you?"

"Eihei, true, I forgot."

As Fuji spoke, she shrank back to her normal size, and at the same time the surrounding scenery changed, as if the whole world had been put on rewind.

"Oh right, where did Her Majesty go?" Watching Fuji rewinding, Zhang Ze couldn’t help asking.

Little Fuji said, "She was too noisy, so I locked her in a little dark room and muted her. Besides, for what’s coming next, you wouldn’t want anyone else to know either, right."

Zhang Ze, "?"

Even without the "useless husband" part, that line still sounded all kinds of wrong.

"What did I do?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.

Little Fuji put her hands on her waist again. "You abducted an undera—..."

But before she could finish, Zhang Ze stepped up and grabbed Fuji in his hand, crumpling her into a ball and choking off her discordant words.

"Taisui can eat whatever, but you can’t talk nonsense. I’ve never done anything like that."

"How cun you say you never did, luk at wut you’ve dun!"

Fuji’s muffled voice came from Zhang Ze’s palm, and at the same time, the final segment of the little story about the Human Emperor going to sea resumed playing.

Just like at the beginning, the Human Emperor had been separated from the black giant and the doggos, standing alone on a hilltop, facing off against the gigantic primordial-form Fuji. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Then Fuji came crashing down.

But what happened afterward was a bit different. There was no Human Emperor Iron Mountain Lean, and no Fuji Flying Kick—only the most primitive kind of hunt.

After that one strike missed, the primordial-form Fuji returned to the sky. She began firing spores at the Human Emperor, and each of those massive spores exploded into a pool of black sludge the moment they hit the ground.

The sludge surged and rolled up mist, and countless tentacles, black on the surface and Deep Blue within, reached for the Human Emperor.

Obviously, their first encounter was anything but harmonious.

The Human Emperor’s excitement at discovering a New World was instantly wiped clean. Rather than a shelter, this place looked more like the dining table of that giant fungal sphere.

During this game of predator and prey, the Human Emperor discovered that although this world had plants, it didn’t have any large animals. Whether insects or small beasts, once they grew to a certain size, they would be harvested by spores dropped from the slime mold in the sky.

However, maybe his dog luck kicked in, because very soon the Human Emperor found a safe area: a barren, grassless wasteland of gravel and rock.

Upon entering this place, the fungal sphere in the sky suddenly stopped its attacks, and the spore tentacles it had dropped also halted, not daring to cross the boundary by a single step.

The Human Emperor finally got a moment to catch his breath.

But simply eking out a living here was not his wish, because there were still people outside waiting for him.

After a brief rest and carefully organizing and checking his supplies, the Human Emperor began to explore this wasteland.

Soon, he discovered an underground pit at the center of the gravel plain.

He stood at the edge of the hole, reached out to stroke it, and loose stone and dust fell away from the opening, revealing the true shape of its edge.

This wasn’t some natural underground karst cave, but a gigantic facility that had sunk beneath the ground.

The hole had been blasted open from the inside.

The Human Emperor looked back up at the slime mold sphere in the sky that was fogging its breath at him, then jumped into the hole.

Because of the time that had passed and the damage from back then, there were almost no useful clues to be found at the entrance. But as he went deeper, some remaining networked corridors appeared before the Human Emperor’s eyes.

Inside, he found some damaged equipment, and a lot of notes and documents that crumbled to dust at a touch.

Unfortunately, for the Human Emperor, who couldn’t read alien script, these clues were completely meaningless.

After searching a few more corridors, he eventually chose to give up and returned to the main passage, continuing downward.

It wasn’t until he neared the bottom that he finally found something of value.

A faint blue light appeared in the darkness. On a circular metal platform floated many golden cylinders, each over half a meter long.

These metal cylinders floated in midair in a way that was neither scientific nor Immortal Cultivation, as if they were filled to the brim with the power of "I think it works this way."

It seemed that these very cylinders were what kept the primordial Fuji in the sky from getting close.

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Watching quietly from the side, Zhang Ze stared at those cylinders, feeling they looked familiar, like he’d seen them somewhere before. Only after a long while did he clap his hands and say,

"Wait, aren’t those the Human Emperor Banners? Why are they here?"

Little Fuji appeared out of thin air, standing on Zhang Ze’s shoulder, trying to sit the way Li did, but no matter how she wriggled, it still felt uncomfortable.

Helpless, she could only give up on the shoulder that had already molded itself into Li’s shape and floated to Zhang Ze’s side.

Fuji said, "Because that pole and I are born together, you know? Mutually generating and mutually restraining, got it?"