Chapter 1120: Chapter 529: Magical Girls Need Beastmen_3
Although it now reads [The Holy Land’s Cutest Magical Girl Cat Lady Selection], the traces of the past being edited and erased still make it feel like something’s off.
Before being altered, the sign seemed to read something like anti-magic ninja or some other strange thing...
But it doesn’t matter; surely it was just the boss’s little clever idea back then, thought Lily as she slipped in from the back.
Inside the corridor, it was packed with magical girl cat ladies of various genders and ages, shining with youthful radiance, discussing the upcoming selection interviews.
At the end of the corridor, beyond the third layer of isolation doors, there was a room filled with talismans and mantras, with sticky slime covering the corners and ceiling.
In the room, three tribulation crossing cultivators sat fully armed behind a desk, disguised using celestial sect spells, turned into a ghostly yellow-haired punk, a chubby guy with glasses, and a dark-skinned, faceless athlete.
Concealing their true identities, they sat upright, not daring to reveal any trace of personal habits in their movements.
Each time a magical girl cat lady walked into the room with a smile, they would simultaneously raise their hands to cast a spell.
Like a whirlpool, a stream of light shot out from their palms, activating the talismans and mantras around them, causing the targeted magical girl cat lady to stagger as if her soul had left her body.
It was like a personality extraction, with a blurred shadow being drawn out from their bodies.
Immediately, Fuji who was lurking on the ceiling, descended like a tube and swallowed the controlled colorful robe sword spirit in one gulp.
A moment later, the tube retracted, and the colorful robe sword spirit reverted to its original form, a standard golden humanoid with a bald head.
Formatted.
A secret door at the side of the room opened, and two cultivators wearing beastman suits came out, lifting the fallen colorful robe sword spirit and carrying him away.
Descending through the secret door, they quickly reached a bright room where cultivators dressed in various cosplay outfits were working on storing these sword spirits for further research upon their return to the Four Continents.
One of those wearing a beastman suit tapped his companion, signaling him to speak outside.
After reaching a secluded spot, a female voice emerged from under the beastman suit, "I say, Senior Sister, why do we have to dress like this? It’s so ugly."
The other cultivator in the beastman suit responded, "Make do. The only breathing-sealed suits available are like this. If you don’t like this green-skinned beastman, do you want to wear the minotaur one?"
The beastman suit junior shook her head, "That’s not what I mean. I mean, there’s no need for it at all."
The beastman suit senior replied, "Fool, there is a need. I heard from the master that the ancestral masters might not have perished; they’re likely trapped in Baiyujing.
"And those perverse sword spirits are linked with the ancestral masters." The beastman suit senior tapped her head, "Becoming magical girl cat ladies itself is shameful. Going through this like a messy dream we can forget.
"If you don’t mention it, I won’t either, and the matter is over. But if the ancestral masters awaken and discover you in the dream, then when that day comes..."
The beastman suit junior interjected, "Alright, Senior Sister, stop. I don’t want to be buried alive. Being a beastman is quite fine."
Saying this, the suit, under programmed settings, displayed a lewd smile.
...
As Lily and the others severed these redundant nodes of the colorful robe sword spirits, Zhang Ze’s infiltration became increasingly smooth. Though there were a few close calls of being discovered by Xiao Maoniang, he eventually entered the Imperial City without incident.
Once inside, however, he felt hesitant on where to proceed because the city was covered in thick, black, sticky fungi.
Fortunately, these fungi did not react to Zhang Ze’s presence, and he wisely chose not to provoke them.
Sitting crouched on a stone lion, he looked up at the sky, pondering how to pull those seniors down. But then Fuji whispered in his ear.
"They’re not in the sky. Those are merely projections; the real ones are there."
Following Fuji’s direction, Zhang Ze looked towards the Imperial Palace.
