Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 854 - 427: Who Says Early-Stage Items Are Useless?

Plans always struggle to keep up with changes.

As Zhang Ze took a step away while Fuji clung to his leg, and found himself in front of Li, he noticed Li sitting on the ground, her little face scrunched up in distress as if something was troubling her.

"What's up?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.

Hearing his voice, Li looked up and, seeing it was Zhang Ze, she didn't speak at first but leaped onto his shoulder.

Once seated comfortably, Li pinched Zhang Ze's face hard, confirming it had returned to its pudgy softness before sighing.

"Sigh, I've run into a problem." Li beckoned with her finger, and a book on the ground was lifted by Spiritual Qi and flew in front of Zhang Ze. Li pointed it out with her finger.

"The Taoist's required quantity and quality of explosive magical artifacts seem unattainable for us..."

Zhang Ze, "You don't have them?"

Li, "I do, but not that many. Besides you and Lily, who else would carry around that many Thousand Mechanism Thunders and explosive magical artifacts?"

Zhang Ze, "So how many do you have?"

"Just this many." Li waved her hand again, and another book flew over. It recorded the number of Thousand Mechanism Thunders Li carried, and various explosive magical artifacts.

Looking at the book, Zhang Ze calculated and discovered the gap with their plan was over half.

"It's a pity Lily's not here. If she were, blowing up seven Luoyu Mountains would be more than enough." Li sighed.

"No need to panic. I got this from Senior Brother Shi." Zhang Ze patted Li's head, then turned his hand over, revealing a jade bottle in front of Li.

"This is from Senior Brother Shi's Storage Magical Artifact. There's sure to be plenty of treasures inside to fill the gap. If it's still not enough, we can borrow some more from fellow cultivators."

Most cultivators trapped here have been to Thousand Mechanism Town.

And who goes to Thousand Mechanism Town without bringing back some Thousand Mechanism Thunder as a souvenir?

Patch things together, and we should be close enough.

"True." Li nodded.

...

But unfortunately, plans still couldn't keep up with changes.

Senior Brother Shi didn't have a hoarding problem; his storage bottle was overly clean.

There was barely anything inside apart from a significant number of Spirit Stones, three Star Discs, a Short Sword, and many ancient scrolls and books.

At Shi Xiu's level, most magical artifacts couldn't catch his eye. Just like how a Terminator wouldn't carry around throw-down firecrackers.

Additionally, due to the influence of Xiaoxue, he wasn't particularly reliant on magical artifacts.

The few magical artifacts he carried with him held more of a commemorative value and weren't generally put to use.

As for others, the situation was much the same.

Besides personal artifacts in their storage bags, there were only Spirit Stones and some Pill Medicines, books, and scrolls.

"By the way, didn't you bring any Thousand Mechanism Thunders?" Zhang Ze glanced at several fellow disciples of the Six Sects responsible for inventory.

"We did, but we used them all up." The young disciple from Dragon Tiger Mountain scratched his head awkwardly.

"The waters in Chang State are too deep," Senior Sister Qin sighed, "It only took us a little over two weeks here to exhaust our supplies."

Remembering the past month or so, she only felt emotionally drained. Even without the events at Luoyu Mountain, Chang State was the most perilous place she's ever been in her life so far.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for the bald guy's curiosity, we wouldn't have come to Luoyu Mountain to see any Blood Moon at all. We would have gone home long ago, and might already be there by now."

The young disciple from Dragon Tiger Mountain sighed along as well.

"It's my fault, it's my fault." The bald guy chuckled.

Buddhist Sect disciples have always been easygoing like this.

Other Loose Cultivators visiting here encounter similar situations to these Six Sects disciples.

As for the locals of Chang State, they haven't been influenced by the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion. Their magical artifacts are traditional treasures crafted from local specialties, exuding an original essence.

Moreover, due to barter being common in Chang State's trades, they don't have many Spirit Stones.

"Hmm..." Zhang Ze rubbed his chin, pondering what to do about this situation.

And as he contemplated, his gaze settled on the young disciple from Dragon Tiger Mountain.

This guy's surname was Mu with the given name Mu. Zhang Ze had met him a few times before, and because of his uniquely meaningful name, Zhang Ze had a deep impression of him.

By strict lineage calculation, he was a disciple's disciple of Tang's disciple.

However, despite the large difference in seniority between the two, they got along quite well, and Mu Mu was like Tang's die-hard follower.

"Mu Mu buddy, did you bring it?" Zhang Ze suddenly asked without context.

"Bring... bring what?" Mu Mu buddy didn't understand.

Zhang Ze made a gesture signifying, "Fire Qilin, of course."

The Fire Qilin gun, a collaborative product of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion and Dragon Tiger Mountain's first batch, could swiftly and automatically print Talismans, essential for home and travel, warding off evil.

It was the beloved item of grandfather and grandson Tang.

If Mu Mu was indeed Tang's follower, he surely had plenty with him.

"I do, I do." Mu Mu smacked his forehead, motioning everyone to stand back a bit.

Once given enough space, Mu Mu waved a finger, and with a flash of Spiritual Light, drew a circle in mid-air.

Soon after, a rain of firearms began to fall from that circle.

One by one, the flashy and awe-inspiring Thousand Mechanism Guns tumbled down, forming a small hill in front of everyone.

Over continuous iterations, the Fire Qilin Thousand Mechanism Guns no longer resembled the initial boxy designs, vastly different inside and out from the original.