Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 818 - 412: Not Everyone With a Hypnosis App Is a Goblin (2)

"Alright! Senior Brother, remember to give me a good review!"

Though somewhat laid-back, Customer Service Fuji 00868 didn't mess around; soon, Zhang Ze's query spread within the Fuji internal network.

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Medicine King Valley.

A Fuji was swinging in the sunshine, using its hair tuft.

Having joined the Sword Sect and Medicine King Valley, and become the group favorite at the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, Fuji not only never worried about food and clothing again but also evolved in certain respects.

For example, through self-cultivation, soft transformation, devouring spirit plants, cultivating Gu in large jars, and slowly simmering with small flames—these complex procedures, she eliminated her biggest weakness.

Afraid of light.

Nowadays, Fuji was no longer as afraid of sunlight as she had once been, even developing a new sun coronet form.

In the sun coronet form, Fuji felt as uncomfortable as a sunflower that didn't get sunshine for a day.

Upon receiving the message from Customer Service Fuji 00868, the hair tuft Fuji didn't walk but to save time swung into the sky, opening her body and gliding towards the depths of Medicine King Valley.

Halfway through her glide, she encountered a common event of the Six Sects.

Forbidden flight fines.

"Oi, stop right there, Fuji! How many times have we told you, no flying in the sect!" A fishing-for-fines elder came out of a hidden corner like a local god, tapping his walking stick, rising in smoke, and blocking Fuji.

"I'm not flying, I'm gliding." Fuji flapped her wings, circling around the little old man.

"Gliding doesn't count. Basically, you can't fly up high!" The little old man frowned.

"Huh~ So by your logic, birds can't fly either?" Fuji pointed at a spirit raven that happened to sweep past them.

The raven glanced sideways at the old man, cawing twice.

It wasn't a greeting; it was an insult.

Idiot, roughly speaking.

The little old man, "..."

Currently, many cultivators from Medicine King Valley also practiced Dharma Methods from other sects, and most chose the Beast Taming Sect and Sword Sect.

Besides being straightforward and easy to practice, these two sects' spells were especially useful.

Swordsmanship can be used for surgery.

The Sword Sect's swordsmanship reached Medicine King Valley, never returning from the path of heresy.

The mighty immortal sword became a sewing needle, a willow leaf blade at Medicine King Valley.

Varieties like heart excision swordsmanship, dantian minimally invasive stitching swordsmanship, meridian adhesion separation swordsmanship, emerged in endless numbers, leaving the elders of the Sword Sect speechless.

As for spirit beasts, they were for farming.

One additional spirit beast meant another piece of land could be cultivated, with spirit ravens to stand guard and deter birds, and spirit beasts like white elephants and wild oxen to work the fields. Once unpopular in the Beast Taming Sect for being too low-tier or consuming too much, these spirit beasts found new value in Medicine King Valley.

Now, as Medicine King Valley's spirit beast numbers surged, many previous rules faced revision.

For instance, flying. Spirit beasts enjoyed official status, certainly birds can't be forced to crawl on the ground instead of flying.

Fuji's words left the little old man speechless for a while, but he still argued.

"But you're not a bird?"

"Who says I'm not a bird? I'm a little bird born without legs, gliding forever in the sky, searching for the direction of my heart. Look, here's my identification certificate." Fuji flicked her hand, throwing a Beast Taming Sect issued identity proof in front of the old man.

[Fuji·Blue High-speed Airborne Form]

[Species: Fungus-shaped Bird]

Don't worry about logic; that's just what the certificate says.

The old man, "..."

"You go pick on someone else, I'm leaving!"

Seeing the old man staring blankly at her identification, Fuji circled him once more before continuing to fly towards the back of the valley.

Upon landing, Fuji bounced like a ball, rolling her way to Medicine King Hall.

Though ordinary in appearance, Medicine King Hall is indeed an independent space, managed and maintained by successive Valley Masters, recording all collected and cultivated spirit plants and quasi-spirit plant sample information since the establishment of Medicine King Valley.

The little Douding image Zhang Ze sent definitely looks like some kind of plant that has gained spiritual essence.

Medicine King Hall should have some records.

Logically, entry to Medicine King Hall requires the Valley Master's token, but due to Mr. Qin being busy stealing vegetables lately, he replicated the token twenty or thirty times, distributing them among his disciples and elders.

Moreover, because Xiaoxue disliked magical artifacts, the token meant for her was shoved inside Fuji's body.

Now Fuji could go wherever she pleased in Medicine King Valley.

Arriving at the solemn and austere Medicine King Hall gates, Fuji didn't pull any token out of her body. Instead, she jumped high, flattening herself against the door, swiping her 'face' from top to bottom.

No one knew where the token hidden by her triggered the restriction. After a burst of lively music, the gate slowly opened.

The disciple standing guard at the gate seemed unfazed. He slurped his tea, and after Fuji entered and the Medicine King Hall gate closed, he picked up his pen and wrote in the registry.

[Year X, Month X, Day X, a Fuji pancake with Valley Master's token entered Medicine King Hall.]

Having recorded it, he reclined back in his rocking chair, donned his crystal stone glasses, and continued watching the unfinished online course from today.

[Beast Taming Sect Swordsmanship, a small section, how to land a flounder fish...]

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Inside Medicine King Hall, unlike the gloomy old Library Pavilion at the Sword Sect's Main Pavilion, it's exceedingly bright here. The center is open, the space resembling an inverted circular tower, each level connected by corridors, meticulously categorized and numbered, preserving samples and information of various spirit plants.

"Good morning, big jar!" Fuji waved, greeting.