Zhang Ze saw a familiar face, the Inner Sect Shame mentioned by the Pavilion Master, and it was none other than Qiao Lezhi.
The same Senior Sister Xuegao he once encountered.
The notorious slacker who would fall asleep on duty.
At this moment, Miss Qiao Lezhi was wielding a black doorboard, chasing after another Golden Core Stage Vice Helm Leader.
Yang Guo's Profound Iron Sword, despite being a heavy sword without a sharp edge, still resembled a sword.
Xiao Yan's Profound Heavy Ruler, at the very least, could be counted as a gigantic sword.
But the doorboard in Qiao Lezhi's hand was eight units long, six wide, and three thick, resembling the proportions seen on some novel covers.
When swung, it created a strong gust of wind that deterred both gods and ghosts, and it was entirely without technique.
Other Inner Sect Disciples occasionally coordinated with each other, but Qiao Lezhi had no teammates around.
Her strikes were never light or gentle, and anyone who got hit would find it unbearable.
But the most aggrieved person at this time was the Vice Helm Leader being chased and beaten by Qiao Lezhi.
Because this Vice Helm Leader took a very unconventional path.
While other Spiritual Snake Helm cultivators were studying wide-range poison spraying and double snake avatars,
he was practicing Body Cultivation Technique, refining his snake hand to perfection.
If he encountered an ordinary Golden Core sword cultivator, he would always take two hits, then move in close, wrapping his snake hand around the sword to aim straight for the enemy's vital points.
When engaged in close combat, if someone was bitten by his snake hand, even if they survived, their strength would greatly diminish.
But now he encountered Qiao Lezhi, encountered Senior Sister Xuegao's doorboard.
This Vice Helm Leader genuinely didn't know how to approach closely, how to wrap his snake hand around to entangle this doorboard.
His poison was essentially useless, too.
Fierce winds wailed around Qiao Lezhi, any amount of poison would be blown to bits.
The Vice Helm Leader didn't fail to try enduring a hit.
But after trying, his right hand was rendered useless.
The bones inside were shattered into seven or eight pieces.
If it happened to a normal Golden Core, their body would likely be in seven or eight pieces.
The Vice Helm Leader also of course tried to escape.
But every time he was about to escape the valley, he would be forced back by Li Guanqi's Black Sword.
Moreover, Elder Li, with a wicked sense of humor, would not kill him, only force him back into the valley.
A soldier can be killed but not humiliated; just as he thought about self-destructing to drag someone along, he saw his buddy's poison pill crushed by a fatty.
Then a Thunder Sword shattered his head.
Right now, that fatty was looking at him with a grin.
The Vice Helm Leader shivered a bit.
Due to this distraction, he got clobbered hard again by Qiao Lezhi, his kidney nearly being knocked out.
"Come back here to me!"
"You bunch of damnable Demon Path!"
"Here I was having a good sleep, but you had to disturb my sweet dreams."
"Being on duty is already annoying."
"If I don't turn you into a basketball today, this won't end."
Perhaps too ashamed, Zhengyi muted the sound from the scene.
"Isn't Senior Sister quite formidable?"
Zhang Ze said with an awkward laugh.
"This child Qiao Lezhi, up to now, still hasn't learned even the basic Sword Stepping on the Qing River," Zhengyi said.
"Then how did Senior Sister get into the Inner Sect?" Zhang Ze cautiously asked.
"Because despite knowing nothing, she's still unmatched at the same stage... that doorboard... sigh..." Zhengyi sighed.
Zhang Ze watched the silent scene in the mirror, watched as Qiao Lezhi turned that Demon Path into a basketball, and asked one final question about her.
"Given Senior Sister's strength and physique, why didn't she choose to focus on Body Refining at the Beast Taming Sect or Medicine King Valley?"
Zhengyi remained silent for a long time.
"I don't know..."
Zhang Ze thought it best to change the topic.
The Pavilion Master's Dharma Aspect was already fading to the point of becoming invisible.
If they kept talking, the old man might not last.
Better to discuss something useful.
"Pavilion Master, it seemed pretty smooth when you crushed the Long Worm Taoist just now."
"Have you met him before?"
Zhengyi shook his head, "Not at all."
"This was the fifth Spiritual Snake Taoist I've slain."
"In the Demon Sect's Demon Helms, each Helm Leader shares the same name."
"If we don't locate the Hundred Demons Sect Main Helm and eliminate the Demon Venerable."
"In more than a hundred years, possibly just a few decades, the Spiritual Snake Helm will reemerge somewhere."
Zhang Ze looked at the headless corpse of the Spiritual Snake Taoist and asked.
"Doesn't he self-destruct the moment we ask about the Demon Sect's location?"
Zhengyi nodded.
"That's exactly the issue."
"Even if the Sect Leader took action, it wouldn't help."
Zhang Ze's eyes darted around as he opened the system and skimmed through the exchange list.
Seeing Zhang Ze's strange expression, Zhengyi curiously asked.
"What, did you have another naughty idea?"
"No naughty ideas; all my thoughts are good ones."
After thinking for a while while rubbing his chin, Zhang Ze shook his head again.
"I'm just saying it, you're just hearing it."
"Oh, what do you want to say?" Zhengyi was somewhat curious.
"The disciple is wondering if there's a chance to blow up the whole Hundred Demons Sect Main Helm."
Zhengyi's Dharma Aspect straightened up, stared at Zhang Ze for a long time, then laughed.
"That sounds good, don't forget to count me in when the time comes."
"It's a deal then, Pavilion Master." Zhang Ze dusted off his clothes and bowed.
"You rest here first, I'm going to roam around."
Zhengyi waved his hand, letting Zhang Ze be on his way.
Shortly after Zhang Ze left the dungeon, Zhengyi's Dharma Aspect also dissipated into the air.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng had not spoken a word all along; he was just listening.
Over these days, he had already become accustomed to how Zhang Ze would often say surprising things.
He summarized one pattern: Whenever Zhang Ze spoke in a joking manner, he was serious about the matter at hand.
Whenever he spoke earnestly, it meant someone was about to suffer.
Lin Feng squinted, thinking about Zhang Ze's words, contemplating this demolished Demon Cave.
He suddenly realized that his past cherished experiences were nothing but trifles.
"I still have to learn from Senior Brother Zhang..."
"Within seven hundred li, I remember there's also a Blood Lion Helm..."
Zhang Ze walked through the tunnel, looking at the system prompts in front of him, the congestion in his chest easing significantly.
[Epic Quest in the East Continent unlocked: Hundred Demons' Leader. Related hidden achievements unlocked, activation conditions hidden]
[Spiritual Snake Helm destroyed, related tasks forced to end, rewards distributed]
[Due to the destruction being highly related to you, True Monarch of Demon Suppression related achievements being calculated...]
[Death of the Spiritual Snake Taoist highly related to you]
[Achievement "Snake Slayer Taoist" completed]
[Due to non-independent slaying of the Spiritual Snake Taoist, rewards being calculated]
[Task progress being converted...]
[True Monarch of Demon Suppression achievement reaches three-stage Golden Core Stage Demon Path cultivator (1/30)]
[Reward being calculated...]
[Stage rewards for True Monarch of Demon Suppression have been distributed, please choose]
[Reward One, Refining Ball, can reset all basic attribute points before Golden Core Stage, 8000 Exchange Points]
[Reward Two, a sword of your choice.]
Zhang Ze was taken aback, feeling like the system was indeed starting to speak human language.
Zhang Ze wanted to preview before making a decision, but the system cunningly showed a box in front of him.
A box locked up tightly.
Zhang Ze remembered a box from before his transmigration, one he hadn't managed to open.
The greats might choose not to open it.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't resist.
So Zhang Ze chose that box.
Zhang Ze sneaked into a relatively intact stone chamber, kicking away the debris on the ground.
He retrieved the box from the system.
When a box decides to be opened, its exterior becomes unimportant.
What's inside is what matters.
Fortunately, inside the box, there wasn't some clichéd joke like River God Grandpa's gold-silver-bronze swords.
But Zhang Ze still needed to comment.
"Do these things even qualify as swords?"