Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 792 - 403: Everyone’s Style is Off_3

The eyes were deep-set, the features childlike, yet the gaze was like that of an elder.

The bamboo platform stopped, and all that remained in front of Zhang Ze was that slanted character.

However, just as the Taoist was about to speak, a Little Qilin, with an art style very incompatible with this place, suddenly emerged from behind him, jumped onto the bamboo platform, and snorted at Zhang Ze.

The carefully crafted ambiance of the End of Dharma Era was completely ruined by this snort and the Little Qilin's shiny, glowing scales.

Zhang Ze, "..."

Taoist, "..."

A slip-up.

By rights, a slip-up should be called to a halt, but there's always an immersive actor deeply engrossed in the role.

The Taoist had just retracted the errant Little Qilin, but before he could speak, an old man crawled out from the crowd, kneeling in front of the Taoist and kowtowing.

"Immortal, we have brought the child..."

"Please, Immortal... grant some..."

"To you," the Taoist said before the old man could finish, tossing a gray cloth bag to the old man's forehead.

The bag contained millet, just a small handful of millet.

"Immortal, this..." The old man clutched the bag, casting a sidelong glance at the Taoist.

'Damn it, let me finish my lines!' the old man whispered through sound transmission.

"To you," the Taoist remained reticent, as if he hadn't heard.

"Immortal, it's been a drought for ten..." The very professional old man crawled forward two more steps.

"Get going!" Finally unable to hold it in, the Taoist bent down to help the old man who was still deeply in character to his feet.

The old man angrily said, with none of the previous humility, "What do you mean get going? You haven't kicked me yet, there's still a child-eating scene coming up, follow the script, you rascal!"

Taoist, "No acting anymore, we've been exposed."

Old man, "You useless coward, I've told you from the start I'd play the Taoist, you play the old man, how can you mess up your lines, don't you have any professional ethics!"

Taoist, "What's it got to do with me, you damn fool, coming to act, then just act, why bring a Spirit Pet along? Didn't you notice your kid just hopped onto the bamboo platform?"

Old man, "Huh? When did it follow us?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Apparently, these two knew each other.

This scene was a narrative construct, not someone's memory. To make it realistic, Old Mr. Li had grabbed many disciples to play the key NPCs here.

The two bickered for a while before remembering Zhang Ze, who was tied up on the platform.

"Ahem, Senior Brother Li, please keep this confidential, just pretend you didn't see anything, we'll start over," said the disciple disguised as the Big Head Taoist awkwardly.

Senior Brother Li?

Zhang Ze paused for a moment, then realized that these two had mistaken him for Li Jue.

Another error occurred.

The new Underground City always had some bugs, where the identity of the entrant swapped in these reality and illusion interwoven checkpoints.

'But didn't Lily say before that the bug had already been fixed? Why is it still there?'

Before Zhang Ze could start explaining, the Beast Taming Sect disciple who turned into the Taoist whisked his duster, fast-tracking directly to the next scene.

"You all are fortunate to encounter immortal fate today, be apprenticed under Master Bodhi."

"Come, follow me to pay respects to the master."

A mass of black fog arose without wind, rolling up the bamboo platform.

Once inside the courtyard, there were neither gods nor Buddhas, everything in front of them was either gray or black.

Looking up, they saw that the gray-black wood frame was covered with cobwebs, which connected to the gray-black bracket sets, on which were placed gray-black broken tiles.

Even the half-collapsed incense burner in the courtyard, and the countless handprints on the incense burner, were all gray-black, exuding a deathly aura.

To be honest, Old Mr. Li had put quite a bit of effort into the setup.

After releasing Zhang Ze from the bamboo platform, the Beast Taming Sect disciple dressed as a Taoist winked at Zhang Ze, indicating for him to enter by himself.

"No need to fret, Brother Li, the old fellow is not here now, nor does he intend to beat you. Inside are just some minor challenges. By the way, keep the slip-up a secret, in a few days I'll treat you to a drink," the disciple whispered through sound transmission again.

Zhang Ze, "..."

Curiosity killed the cat; if the disciple hadn't said anything, that would've been fine, but now that he did, Zhang Ze was a bit intrigued.

Curious as to how Old Mr. Li planned to educate Li Jue?

He decided to go with it and winked back at the Beast Taming Sect brother, striding into the hall.

'But then again, since I'm here, where did Li Jue run off to?'

...

In a certain checkpoint designed by Zhang Ze, temporarily named Thousand Mechanism Pavilion Sewer, nicknamed the cesspit.

This checkpoint, located at the very bottom of the Underground City, was composed of countless rooms and spiraling downward corridors, based on an earth vein.

Not counting the traps arranged by Zhang Ze within it, the place was a massive maze itself.

In one corridor, Li Jue held his small pouch of black stones, searching for an exit.

In the darkness behind him, shadows gathered soundlessly and colorlessly, slowly becoming tangible.

A looming calamity was slowly taking shape.