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Chapter 83: Thousand Mechanism Pavilion is quite lively, huh?

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Thousand Mechanism Pavilion is quite lively, huh?

"The Thousand Mechanism Pavilion’s mountain gate..."

Li Yueqi pinched her chin in deep thought for a long time, finally coming up with four words.

"Quite unique."

"Indeed, how nice. It’s bright enough even in the middle of the night."

Zhang Ze once again suppressed the urge to rush back to Cold City and give Lily a beating, calming himself down.

The flying ship moved swiftly, but because Cold City was far away, by the time they reached the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, it was already twilight.

And under the night sky, the new mountain gate of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion was particularly striking.

Compared to normal sects, it had a touch of creativity.

Just like Li Yueqi said, very unique.

Other sects’ mountain gates might be naturally formed masterpieces, majestic and magnificent.

Or ancient and elegant, built against the mountain, conveying an otherworldly charm, conveying the intent of becoming an immortal upon reaching its heights.

Gates like the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion’s, standing on flat ground, were indeed rare.

Those done in such an earthy way were even rarer.

In front of Zhang Ze, two pure golden statues stood on the ground.

This was the mountain gate of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

The statues were a man and a woman, both with indistinct features.

The man was tall and straight, holding a threaded steel whip in one hand, pointing eastward, with the other hand behind his back, as if to guide the future path for the Thousand Mechanism Cultivators.

The woman, small in stature, sat on a hill made of books and mechanisms, bowing her head in deep thought, as if contemplating the future of the Thousand Mechanism Cultivators.

Both statues were fully equipped with special effects, and the three sets of effects played in a loop, making the surroundings as bright as day in the middle of the night.

Zhang Ze was certain this was definitely Lily’s doing; only she could come up with something like this.

She probably thought this was something extremely impressive, so she specifically brought Zhang Ze along.

Thinking about it, she was quite considerate.

Fortunately, she didn’t carve out the faces of the two, leaving some room for retreat.

Otherwise, she would indeed have to endure a beating.

And because the statues were so bright, a night market appeared in front of the mountain gate.

....

"Come on, Uncle, give this a try, Hundred Spirits Grass from the Medicine King Valley, it’s extremely fragrant inside the bun," said Brother Monkey Yin Sanlang, flipping pancakes as he greeted customers.

"Three portions, but I don’t eat spicy," said the Big Fat Cultivator, stroking his beard.

"Got it, Uncle, please wait a moment."

The not-so-tall Monkey Demon skillfully made vegetable pancakes, while his little monkey son was handing over packaged pancakes to the previous customer.

Next door...

It was probably a Fish Demon, Zhang Ze wasn’t sure.

Anyway, the guy had a wide-set pair of eyes, and his two big eyes were watery.

Zhang Ze watched for a long time, and the guy indeed didn’t blink once.

And he was slicing sashimi.

Every piece of fish was suffused with spiritual Qi, clearly not a mortal grade.

There were many similar stalls, most being from the Demon Race, with a few from the Human Race.

Selling food and drinks, prize quizzes, divination, and fortune-telling.

Street performances, someone breaking a Black Tortoise Diamond with their chest, and a suspicious fox holding a sign enticing customers.

Zhang Ze even saw someone who clearly looked like a middleman.

The person dressed in black, sneaky and suspicious, stopping a passerby at that moment.

"Fellow Daoist, interested in a pendant?"

"Limited edition, dark version."

"Buy one, get two free."

"You can also trade in old for new."

He opened his coat, revealing a row of second-hand Heavenly Illusion Pendants hanging inside.

...

In short, there was no trace of a mountain gate anymore; it was completely a night market.

It’s just that almost all the shoppers were cultivators.

And the statues of him and Lily had become the landmark and lighting of the night market.

"Your Thousand Mechanism Pavilion is quite lively," Li Yueqi commented.

The Spiritual Snake Qinghe looked around curiously, "Even more lively than Cold City."

Hei Qu sniffed the air, "Such fragrant roast meat."

Chen Qin nudged Zhang Ze teasingly, "Senior brother, look, that statue looks like you."

Zhang Ze turned to look at his junior sister, suddenly smiled, and patted her on the head.

"Don’t worry, junior sister, you can’t escape."

"I can’t be the only one losing face here."

"This path is so long, one day I’ll arrange for your, Mei’Er, and Qiao Lezhi’s statues to be here too."

Chen Qin: "!"

Once a person starts to ’Lily-fy,’ they become invincible.

After teasing his junior sister for a while, Zhang Ze stopped Chen Qin.

"Stop joking, I’m just kidding."

"Take Yueqi around first, I have some matters to attend to at the Sword Pavilion."

"Do you need me to take you there?" Li Yueqi asked.

Lately, she had gotten used to being Zhang Ze’s driver.

Zhang Ze shook his head, "I have my ways."

Arriving at a secluded spot, Zhang Ze took out the Snake Sword he had obtained from the middle-aged cultivator.

The Snake Sword was three feet long, its blade like a serpent’s body, its aura restrained.

He hadn’t examined it closely last night; studying it during the day, Zhang Ze found the Snake Sword had some redeeming features.

Artifacts of this level were typically imbued with additional divine techniques when being refined and forged.

Generally, these were spells that increased the artifact’s power, especially for sword-type artifacts.

But the Snake Sword was different; the seven spells on it were all related to escaping.

If it hadn’t been for the Chen Pavilion Master’s Dharma Aspect at the time, that middle-aged cultivator might really have escaped.

Now that the Snake Sword was in Zhang Ze’s hands, it was perfect for traveling.

"Snake-like Shadowless."

Aiming in the direction of the Sword Pavilion, Zhang Ze raised the sword to eye level, and his figure vanished from sight.

In an instant, Zhang Ze arrived beneath the Sword Pavilion’s mountain gate, looking at the normal mountain gate in front of him, just about to express some sentiment when he was suddenly captured as a spy on the spot.

It was the night patrol disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

"Who goes there?"

The voice was quite familiar.

Zhang Ze recalled and remembered it was the senior brother he had encountered in the Library Pavilion before going to Cold City.

The senior brother who discussed the serious topic of how to increase swordsmanship attack range and endurance while in bed.

"Lubrication Technique."

"?"

Zhang Ze gave the signal, directly tossing the Snake Sword in his hand to the ground and slowly turned around.

Seeing it was Zhang Ze, the senior brother’s left hand reached out, taking Zhang Ze’s Sword Sect waist token.

After verifying, he sheathed his sword.

"Why is it you?" asked the senior brother.

"Senior brother, just a few days ago, I snatched an artifact from a Demon Cultivator. I got curious and tried it on my way tonight."

"I didn’t expect senior brother’s cultivation to be immeasurable, no trace of demonic Qi could escape your eyes. I admire, admire."

The senior brother, being patted like this, chuckled with satisfaction.

With the misunderstanding cleared, Zhang Ze asked.

"Has Elder Wang returned?"

The senior brother shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.

After chatting a bit, just as he was about to bid farewell, he noticed the senior brother’s hesitant expression.

Zhang Ze understood immediately, taking out a small bottle from the Hundred Treasures Bag and placing it in his senior brother’s hand.

"A product of the Cold City Demon Race, this sword oil can enhance both attack range and endurance."

The senior brother was more than cooperative, taking Zhang Ze’s offer and directly escorted him to the Library Pavilion.

And he mentioned that if there was anything in the future, Zhang Ze could come directly to him for help.

And Zhang Ze went into the Library Pavilion, familiar with the place, he went up to the third floor and opened the door to the room where Elder Wang usually stayed.

Despite Elder Wang’s penchant for exaggerated tales, when it came to Taoist Techniques, he was meticulously precise.

It was this aspect of his notes that Zhang Ze was after.

Before pulling Yueqi onto the pirate ship, there was one last thing he needed to confirm.

And that was the matter of the Celestial Sect Saintess, who had once split a single spell into ten thousand.

Zhang Ze pulled a booklet from the pile.