Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 793 - 404: The Li Family’s Educational Methods, and I Need a Doctor

Zhang Ze, unaware of the impending misfortune of Li Jue, strode towards the main hall with an unapproachable swagger.

But as soon as he stepped through the threshold, he backed out again.

The situation inside the hall was complex, with countless corridors and forked paths, leaving him clueless about which way to go.

"Which way should I go?" Zhang Ze asked.

"Go straight, enter the third door on the right, Ancestor Master Putao is there," answered the junior brother playing the Taoist.

Zhang Ze, "Ancestor Master Putao?"

Zhang Ze didn't understand, but just as he was about to ask, a flying kick came from outside the door, nudging the disciple playing the Taoist off balance.

"It's Master Bodhi, Subodhi! Can you have some professional integrity and memorize your lines!

"I said it should be me playing the Taoist, and you playing the old village chief, how could such an arrangement lead to a slip-up?"

The kicker was the disciple playing the old village chief.

"Get out! The slip-up is not because of your family's little Qilin!

"Besides, I'm a pig farmer, not an actor. Why do I need professional integrity? Anyway, roles were assigned by drawing lots, so why are you whining?"

As he spoke, he got up from the ground rubbing his lower back, raised his hand, and summoned his life-bound spirit beast, the Qiuming Mountain Wild Boar King, executing a drifting pig cart towards his friend.

The disciple still in the guise of the old village chief also raised his hand, summoning his first life-bound spirit beast, a snow-white, red-faced, golden-eyed Snow Lion.

What was supposed to be lines rehearsal suddenly turned into a full-fledged brawl.

Watching the two suddenly start fighting, Zhang Ze raised his hand, wanting to mediate, but didn't know what to say.

Zhang Ze thought for a moment, raised his hand to call over the instigator of this slip-up, the glossy little Qilin.

The little guy was having a great time watching the fight, and it only came over after Zhang Ze called it several times.

Patting the little guy's head, Zhang Ze put two books into its small satchel.

One book, "Demon Race Ancient Method: Postnatal Care for Wild Boars," was bought at some demon market in the Northern Territory, and whether it's real or fake is unknown.

The other book, "Actor's Self-Cultivation," was originally Miemie's memoir, but because she couldn't remember anything, she wrote it directly as a rebirth feel-good novel, with all the plots made up by her...

These two have worked hard, and it doesn't sit well with Zhang Ze to not leave something as a thank you gift.

...

Entering the hall was like entering another world.

The sound of fighting in the courtyard had vanished, and the only sound around was Zhang Ze's own footsteps.

"Great Awakening Golden Immortal's Spotless Form, Western Sublime Appearance Ancestor Bodhi; neither born nor dying in triplicate conducts, full qi..."

Before his bookbag was emptied, Zhang Ze followed the junior brother's direction and reached the end of the corridor.

Pushing open a shrine's door, Zhang Ze saw 'Master Bodhi.'

How to put it...

You could only say it's quite colorful, very dark, very mythical.

'Bodhi' had disheveled hair, a swelling chest, and half a face that appeared bizarrely enchanting.

She lay limp on the ground, with a gray robe covering her lower body, unknown if there was a mat underneath, and only the piled white bones around her were visible.

The bones were small, not revealing who they once belonged to.

Bodhi's thin right hand was full of bite marks, unsure whether she gnawed them herself or if they were bitten by rats.

Seeing this darkened 'Bodhi,' Zhang Ze couldn't hold back from slapping himself.

'I deserve to die, writing some romance version of Journey to the West.'

Hearing the slap, 'Master Bodhi' lifted her head, simultaneously stretching out her right hand to point at Zhang Ze.

"Eat me."

Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment, not expecting this progression—according to the plot, shouldn't she eat him?

"Eating me grants immortality, eating me bestows daoist treasures, eating me..."

'Bodhi,' however, was no longer paying attention to Zhang Ze, seemingly immersed in some sort of reverie, her voice wavering between hoarse and warm, as if she had returned to the past.

It must be said, the scene was truly atmospheric; if those two outside hadn't slipped up, with properly set ambiance, one might have actually been bluffed by her.

But there are no ifs, looking at 'Bodhi,' Zhang Ze's heart was as still as water.

"Maybe next time; I already had breakfast today." Zhang Ze couldn't help but respond.

"This isn't up to you!" The reverie turned into a roar.

'Bodhi' lunged at him. Her thin hand grabbed Zhang Ze's forearm, pulling him into the roiling black drapery.

...

In the instant he was drawn into the drapery, the illusion technique cast on him vanished, transforming Zhang Ze from a child back to his original form.

'Bodhi' threw Zhang Ze to the ground, then raised three large white legs, stepping on him, as 'Bodhi's' enchanting face came closer and closer to Zhang Ze's...

"Eat me~"

'Bodhi's' voice echoed again in Zhang Ze's ears.

Yet, hearing this once more, Zhang Ze suddenly felt the phrase sounded strange, laden with some kind of discordant implication.

'No way, did that pig farmer lead me the wrong way? What kind of grandfather tests his grandson like this?'

'Isn't the Li family's education method a bit problematic?'

Just as Zhang Ze was about to bail on this, that enchanting face in front of him suddenly changed appearance.

It was quick, like a face change act.

The seductive woman vanished, replaced by the face of Old Sect Leader Li.

Red hair, rugged bronze facial features, high bulging temples, and dark golden pupils stared at Zhang Ze fixedly, like an enraged lion.

But the problem was, only the face changed; the body didn't.

'Bodhi's lower body still retained the voluptuous feminine form...

Zhang Ze didn't know how to comment, could only say the Li family's education method was truly unique.

If the old man usually used this teaching method, then Zhang Ze genuinely admired Li Jue from the bottom of his heart.

Grandfather tortured the soul, sister tortured the body, if he could grow up normally, it indeed meant he was exceptionally gifted.