Xiangxiang heard Junior Sister shouting and climbed out from the corner of the crystal stone screen. She watched Junior Sister performing the chaotic wind hammer technique but didn't understand what she was trying to do.

'Overwhelmed with longing, caught the hammer syndrome?'

This disease has only recently emerged and is rapidly spreading among the seven pavilions of the Sword Sect.

The external symptoms of this disease include addiction to hammer-shaped weapons and using hammer-style swordsmanship.

When the disease worsens, it blurs the definition of a sword and no longer confines itself to its external shape.

A flying ship can be a sword, the elephant from Beast Taming Sect can be a sword, fist technique talismans can be a sword, and astronomical geography Thousand Mechanism Technique can also be a sword.

The benefit of this disease is that the comprehensive quality of the Sword Sect disciples has improved significantly.

The downside, however, is that if this continues for a few hundred years, Sword Sect might have to change its name to Artifact Refining Sect or Hammer Sect.

Xiangxiang, considering Junior Sister's somewhat predetermined status, gasped and thought it might not take hundreds of years. In just thirty-four years, Sword Sect could convene to discuss renaming.

'What name should be chosen? If names are drawn by lottery according to tradition, there's a chance of drawing a name I proposed.'

Xiangxiang's projection began to fluctuate, appearing as though searching through a high-frequency database.

Then, she was accidentally unplugged by the wind from Junior Sister's swinging hammer.

When she again emerged from another crystal stone screen, she found that Miss Di Zhuomala, formerly the Saintess and currently the second-ranked substitute, had also entered the room.

At this moment, she was commanding the summoned mini Stone Man to assist Junior Sister in beating up that postnatal Tao Pill.

The rhythm was perfect, like pounding rice cakes. The little Stone Man pushed, Junior Sister hammered.

With the cries of "hey-ha-hey," the two cooperatively changed the direction of the rolling little ball.

"What are you doing?" Xiangxiang couldn't understand.

Junior Sister swung the hammer, performing the Yu Hammer Technique, explaining to Xiangxiang while hammering around the circle.

"When Senior Brother controls this little ball, he can sense the direction it moves and the resistance it meets.

"Therefore, as long as you hammer in the opposite direction, you can let Senior Brother know what word I want to write."

"Look, Senior Brother already understands." Junior Sister pointed at the little ball on the ground.

At this point, the little ball had stopped resisting Junior Sister, indicating Zhang Ze had understood Junior Sister's intent.

The little ball steadily stopped on a new stone slab, and Junior Sister began influencing its movement to guide Zhang Ze to write on the slab according to her will. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

[The place you're at involves Stone Pill, and Rongrong comes from there. It has seen the Horror Saint.]

...

In the Mountain and Sea Secret Realm.

Zhang Ze opened his eyes and scratched his head a bit confused.

"Interesting." Zhang Ze thought for a while and then muttered to himself.

Something seemed to have been detected.

But soon he frowned because he just remembered one thing.

The method of passing information by inscribing characters with a little ball is very inefficient and consumes a lot.

And he had quite a bit to say.

If he wanted to make everything clear, he might not be able to handle it, especially when he still had to go out and stir up trouble soon.

Zhang Ze thought for a moment and suddenly came up with a good idea.

"As I said, not doing the right thing can be useful."

...

In the treehouse.

The little ball started rolling again in front of Junior Sister, but this time it did not reveal any earth-shattering secrets or talk about bizarre things.

Instead, it wrote a code.

[Play Style Number Three, summon Fuji.]

Junior Sister was stunned at first, then blushed and spat before turning away from the treehouse.

A moment later, she returned with a little Fuji in her arms.

As she walked, she whispered something to Fuji, her voice low and frequency short, making it hard to hear.

"Understand? Got it?" Junior Sister asked softly.

The little Fuji raised a hand and said, "Understood!"

Then, the little Fuji leaped onto the ground, squirmed next to the small postnatal Tao Pill, lifted it, and stuffed it into her brain.

"Hehe, I have a brain too!"

Di Zhuomala widened her eyes looking at the preparing Little Fuji, "Fuji! Alive?"

"Indeed alive!" Fuji waved at Di Zhuomala.

The famous Lao Di had long heard of Fuji, and she liked it very much; her bedroom was filled with many Fuji dolls and ornaments.

In her free time, she would watch those meaningless short videos Fuji posted to pass the time and clear her mind.

If she weren't usually busy and unable to go out conveniently, she would really want to visit the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion to see the living Fuji.

However, her astonishment wasn't from meeting her idol.

It was the surprise of Fuji being in her home.

This treehouse was her house, essentially one of the most critical locations in Fucheng, watched by countless eyes outside. She couldn't fathom how Fuji sneaked into her home.

"Chen Qin, where did you find it?" Di Zhuomala questioned after regaining composure.

Junior Sister, "Under your bedroom bed."

Lao Di, "Hmm?… Wait a minute, I remember locking the door! How did you get in?"

Junior Sister shook her head innocently, "I didn't go into your bedroom. I just drew a summoning Fuji array in the hallway. After drawing, I stomped my foot, and she opened the door herself from your bedroom."

Di Zhuomala, "..."

She suddenly recalled, in silence, that long ago she lost a beautiful Fuji pendant, a gift when purchasing Fuji dolls.