Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 1129: Chapter 532: Elegant Methods of Releasing the Soul_3

This sort of thing is still a bit too advanced.

If it were drawn on the ground, then Tang or Lily wouldn’t need to call anyone. They would definitely just wave a big brush and say to Zhang Ze, blow up here first, then blow up there, and if it really doesn’t work, just toss the whole array into the river.

But it’s different when it’s on a person. Everything must be done with extreme caution, who knows if severing a blind gut-like meridian would lead to any damage to the divine soul.

Old Ascenders have spent these three two-hour cycles mainly discussing this issue.

Some even had Chen Mumu stab themselves twice to verify...

Lily, "This Mushroom Dream... Hmm, that’s the name I gave to this array, nothing important, so don’t mind it. I’m going to tell you the solution to this thing now...

Zhang Ze quietly listened, but soon he raised his hand to interrupt Lily’s chatter.

"Hold on, I have a question." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"What question?" Lily asked.

Zhang Ze, "Everything is a question because I don’t understand what you’re saying."

Lily, "..."

Although it’s quite embarrassing, the situation is just like this.

If Tang and the others are compared to the best neurosurgeons, internal medicine, and whole-body specialists in the world, then Zhang Ze is just a pig butcher.

Now the pig butcher is standing in the operating room with several illiterate people, facing hundreds of patients.

Then a group of top professors and their professors are on the phone saying to him:

’This is a surgical knife, that’s the patient’s brain, okay, now go perform brain surgery, smooth out the third fold on the left side of the brain, mix the smoothed-out brain tissue with concrete number thirty-six, less numbing, more spicy...’

Can’t handle it at all.

From Lily’s side comes the sound of pacing back and forth, but soon she comes up with an idea, "Don’t panic, boss, I’m telling you, there’s still a way, touch your lousy Hundred Treasures Bag, the third compartment on the right."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ze stretches out his hand, touches around in his pocket and finds a Feather Robe as thin as a cicada’s wings.

The Celestial Sect’s supreme treasure, Mortal Dust Robe.

"When did this thing get into my pocket?" Zhang Ze holds the Mortal Dust Robe and asks curiously.

Lily, "I don’t know, I wasn’t the one who helped you borrow treasures from the Celestial Sect, but I see this on the registry."

At this time, a predecessor from the Celestial Sect chimed in, "The Mortal Dust Robe is currently under the care of the Sect Leader’s direct disciple, Sister Lu Ning.

"It must be under her master’s instructions that she lent it to you." freewebnσvel.cøm

After hearing, Zhang Ze felt touched and thought, no wonder it’s the reliable Celestial Sect Senior Sister Lu. While thoroughly investigating the counterfeiting black factory case with him, she still has time to assist with these matters.

Zhang Ze, "So how do I use this robe?"

Lily, "The Mortal Dust Robe is a magical artifact with an Artifact Spirit, much smarter than you, boss. Wear the robe, let it operate for you."

Zhang Ze, "..."

Following this, without waiting for Zhang Ze to refute, the Mortal Dust Robe itself floated up and dressed itself on Zhang Ze.

Previously during the Qinghe Association event, Zhang Ze had worn the Mortal Dust Robe before, so this time too, it felt quite familiar.

Then Zhang Ze heard the icy cold voice from the Mortal Dust Robe in his ear, "Relax, I will assist you."

But for some reason, maybe it’s an illusion, he also heard some disharmonious sounds; this Mortal Dust Robe seemed to be measuring his size.

"Tsk tsk... Apparently, you’ve grown so much. Since last time, you’ve gotten significantly larger.

"Mm, down from the chest muscles should be...

"What... What are you measuring?" Zhang Ze couldn’t resist asking out of the blue.

Mortal Dust Robe, "Nothing, just fulfilling a task given to me, don’t mind it."

Zhang Ze, "..."

After this bizarre little interlude, the Mortal Dust Robe took over part of Zhang Ze’s bodily controls and after discussing with Lily and the others for a while, it flew in another direction.

After circling for a few rounds, the Mortal Dust Robe brought Zhang Ze before a little old man.

The little old man wore Celestial Sect’s white robes and swayed back and forth in front of Zhang Ze.

Mortal Dust Robe, "Tsk tsk, indeed, you’re here too....No, now I shouldn’t call you old man, gotta call you little man.

"Sleeping doesn’t count as aging, I’m now older than you, alas, it’s really true that old men look young."

This was the strategy agreed upon; to first rescue the predecessors of the Celestial Sect and Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Thus if they wake up with their divine souls intact and lively, they can help rescue others too.

It’s just... the rescue method seems a bit strange.

The Spiritual Qi within Zhang Ze’s body under the guidance and augmentation of the Mortal Dust Robe pulsed rhythmically, a mysterious Taoist Technique gathered in Zhang Ze’s palms.

And Zhang Ze used this can-be-talked-about-but-not-common technique with both hands, rhythmically pressing up and down on the mycelium holding the little old man.

Up and down, rhythm gentle, technique skillful.

Zhang Ze, "Is this right?"

Mortal Dust Robe, "It’s right, it’s right, don’t speak."

After pressing for a while, as the mana infiltrated the little old man’s body along the mycelium, those black Nine Huis fragments began to tremble and the array runes imposed upon them gradually melted away.

Soon, Zhang Ze felt a warmth in his palms, the mycelium in his hand immediately hardened, and an area linking to the void above the mycelium suddenly lit up.

The next moment, the little old man’s milky-white divine soul was released from within.

Zhang Ze, "...."