Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 691 - 366: Boil Zhang Ze into soup, or Fuji rules the world_3

As for Zhang Ze, out of sheer boredom, he came over to hang out with his Junior Sister, partly to chat and partly to chop up some of these little white figures to get a feel for them.

He just couldn't shake off the feeling that these little white figures seemed familiar when he held one in his hand.

To verify his guess, Zhang Ze fixated on the hole in the face of the little white figure and punched right through it.

Chen Qin, "!"

"Senior Brother, what are you doing!"

"There's a swirling hole in its face. Aren't you curious to see what's inside?" Zhang Ze plunged his entire arm in there, speaking as if it were the most natural thing to do.

"This... isn't this a bit too much?"

Sometimes the Junior Sister was quite helpless, especially when Zhang Ze was serious yet did outrageous and unscrupulous things as if they were justified.

But then again, as disrespectful as it was, she had to admit she was pretty curious too.

"So what exactly is inside?" the Junior Sister asked.

"Nothing, but I roughly know what this thing is." As he spoke, Zhang Ze withdrew his hand from inside the little white figure and simultaneously deployed the Spirit Fusion Technique, entering a state of fusion.

The Spirit Fusion Technique blurred the boundaries between matter and Spiritual Qi, and Zhang Ze, walking between the two, once again extended his hand into the vortex on the little white figure's face.

As Zhang Ze's perception gradually spread, the little white figure in his hand also began to change.

The little white figure started to dissolve, white mist rising around it, and its body decomposed into the purest form of Spiritual Qi.

After the little white figure disappeared, a clump of pink mist was pinched in Zhang Ze's hand.

"Huh? What's this?" The Junior Sister stared in surprise at what was in Zhang Ze's hand.

She had been chipping away here at the Great Wall for half a month but had never had anything like this drop.

"This is the 'Heart Demon' or rather, evil thoughts, carried by the little white figures," Zhang Ze said.

Junior Sister, "Why is it pink, though?"

Zhang Ze, "I changed it; I think pink looks nice."

Junior Sister, "...."

These little white figures appear around the Great Wall out of nowhere and are seemingly endless.

The principle of their formation is similar to a reverse Spirit Fusion Technique, forming around these evil thoughts at their core, molded by some unknown power, thus gaining form.

In eliminating them here, what is slain is merely the form constructed of Spiritual Qi; the core evil thought remains untouched.

Or perhaps there is some loss, but with so many, no one notices.

Zhang Ze can perceive this phenomenon thanks to the shadow of Qiangliang Beam fused into his Golden Core.

The Spirit Fusion Technique and Qiangliang Beam are indispensable to each other.

"So if we remove these things, can we end this little white figure disaster?" the Junior Sister curiously asked.

But Zhang Ze shook his head, then released his hand.

The cloud-like pink Heart Demon seemed drawn by some force, getting sucked back into the ruins of the Great Wall.

At the instant of its return, the entire section of the Great Wall ruin flickered, first pink, then a deep black, before finally dispersing into formlessness.

This evil thought pervades the entire Great Wall, almost inexhaustible.

The Junior Sister gaped, pointing at the seemingly endless Northern Territory Great Wall, though it lay in ruins.

"So...this entire stretch is..."

"Yeah, although we're not sure what kind of antics the Demon Race is up to, this entire stretch of the Great Wall is surrounded by these things.

"The little white figures are just the result, not the cause.

"In theory, the Northern Territory Great Wall is broken, but not completely; these Heart Demon Evil Seeds remain confined here.

"The Great Wall is like a reservoir; it's just that this reservoir seems full, so evil thoughts are overflowing, hence these things, more or less."

Zhang Ze pondered, chin in hand.

If this is indeed the truth, then boiling Zhang Ze into soup doesn't seem to solve the fundamental issue.

Such a method merely patches things up, raising the reservoir ever higher.

As for Fuji...

She's right by the edge of the reservoir, gulping it down directly.

In this light, Fuji's method might actually seem more reliable.

After all, as ancient law for managing water states, blocking is inferior to channeling, and channeling is inferior to drinking.

But the problem is, can Fuji really drink it all?

Zhang Ze imagined the ruins of the Great Wall crawling with Fuji, stretching from west to east, ultimately transforming the whole Great Wall into one gigantic long Fuji.

The super massive long Fuji starts wriggling, with countless cute little faces emerging, looking at him, cheerfully calling him Senior Brother Zhang Ze...

Zhang Ze shuddered.

Maybe, after all, it would be more reasonable to boil himself into soup?

At least that would be a bit more normal.