"Wait!!"
March 7th grabbed Zeig and shouted at Green Hibiscus:
"Don't all Xianzhou people hate the Aeon of Abundance? What's going on with you? And you're making us copy stuff that praises Abundance?"
"Hehe." Green Hibiscus gave a contemptuous smile:
"Only those bewitched by the Reignbow would hate the compassionate Pharmacist King. There are far too many people like that."
"Quick, quick—give me the pen!!" Zeig shouted loudly.
Seeing Zeig so desperately eager, Green Hibiscus was very satisfied and quickly reassured him:
"Haha! Good, good! Brother Sampo, don't get so worked up. Everything's already prepared for you. We have traditional Xianzhou brush, ink, paper, and inkstone—smooth to write with. Ergonomically designed so you won't feel tired even after copying fifty thousand times. Really. I copied it fifty thousand times myself back then."
"?" March 7th looked extremely shocked:
"You actually copied it fifty thousand times?!"
"That's right. How about it? That should be enough to show my reverence for the compassionate Pharmacist King, right? So I'm not some fishing-enforcement type of guy."
Immediately after, a group of strange people emerged from all directions.
They set up tables and chairs, took out blank sheets of paper, and prepared everything.
Green Hibiscus smiled:
"Brother Sampo, you two please go ahead?"
Zeig sat down, slowly flipped through the "Thousand-Handed Compassionate Pharmacist King's World-Saving Scripture" in his hands, and murmured:
"Nice. Well written! Ergou, not only do we have to copy it—we also have to recite it properly!"
March 7th sat beside Zeig. Just looking at the densely packed characters already gave her a headache.
"No… this is way too much. Five hundred times! Will they really check every single copy? How about we just copy it twice—one at the beginning and one at the end, leave the middle blank, and fool them?"
"Or… how about we just run away?"
March 7th looked around nervously. The courtyard walls weren't very high. If they really wanted to climb over, they could still get out.
"Then we run to the Geomancy Commission, report this location, and the mission's over, right?"
Zeig shook his head and rejected March 7th's plan.
"No good. This isn't their headquarters. These people are clearly just the lowest-level grunts."
Zeig held the brush, frowning slightly:
"If the Geomancy Commission's goal was just to catch a few low-level guys like these, there'd be no need to send undercover agents inside."
Earlier, Zeig had sensed the auras of everyone present.
He could only say that with their physiques, even in a one-on-one fight they probably couldn't beat the most ordinary Cloud Knight.
What was the point of catching these small fry?
…
"You mean we have to copy?"
March 7th stared at the densely packed text. She had already started having second thoughts.
"Aren't we here to save the Xianzhou…? What the hell does copying five hundred times have to do with that?"
"Isn't this also part of saving it?"
Zeig picked up the brush and started copying with rapid "shua shua shua" strokes.
This action left March 7th completely stunned.
This guy was actually copying it!
"You're not doing this because you think it's fun… right?"
"I'm concerned for Luofu. Don't slander me." Zeig frowned:
"Hurry up and copy too. These five hundred times aren't shared between us—it's five hundred each!"
"Only a ghost would copy this!"
"Are you really going to ruin our entire plan over personal reasons?" Zeig looked up with an indignant expression:
"Look at those Geomancy Commission people—how much effort did they put in just to get our help? They were practically kneeling. Don't you have a heart?"
"Well… actually, they really did kneel to me." March 7th scratched her head awkwardly.
The first time she stepped out of the Geomancy Commission gates, five big men had slid over on their knees to try and keep her.
They really had knelt.
"Then… then let me rest for a bit before copying."
Listening to the "shua shua shua" sound of Zeig's writing, March 7th silently stood up and left her seat.
Fortunately, security here wasn't strict, and no one told her to go back and copy obediently.
So March 7th began wandering around the courtyard.
Suddenly, her gaze landed on the main gate.
The gate was wide open right now, and there didn't seem to be any guards nearby.
"How about… I run first?" March 7th thought to herself.
Anyway, for undercover work, one person was enough, right?
As long as Zeig could get in smoothly, whether she, March 7th, was there or not wouldn't make a difference.
She first turned back to glance at him. After confirming that Zeig was still buried in his copying, she secretly made up her mind.
"Sorry, Zeig!"
Muttering an apology in her heart, March 7th walked straight toward the gate.
Her steps grew faster and faster.
Soon she reached the doorway.
"Hehe…!" Just as she was delighted and about to step over the threshold, a familiar man heard the footsteps and walked in from outside.
He came face-to-face with March 7th.
Seeing March 7th's shocked expression, Green Hibiscus asked in confusion:
"Wang Ergou, where are you going? The trial isn't over yet—you can't leave!"
"Uh… I-I've been sitting too long, so I got up to move my body a bit."
"You can move around in the courtyard. You're not allowed to leave on your own before the trial is complete."
"…Oh, okay."
After Green Hibiscus 's warning, March 7th retreated dejectedly.
When she sat back down beside Zeig, she discovered that the latter had already finished copying ten times!
"Holy crap, what kind of speed is that? How long was I gone wandering?!" March 7th's eyes widened.
"What's the big deal?" Zeig put down his brush with complete confidence:
"Back in the day when I got punished with copying for messing up dictation in Chinese and foreign language class, you have no idea how many characters I wrote. Ah~ copying this stuff now makes me feel like I've gone back to the past."
March 7th stared with wide eyes:
"If you had gotten all your dictations right back then, you wouldn't have been punished with copying in the first place!"
"Ah, all in the past." Zeig waved his hand:
"By the way, are you really not going to copy? If this keeps up, it'll end up in conflict with them."
"Besides, you were the one who called me here for this. Is it really okay for you to slack off now?"
"…"
After a moment of silence, March 7th could only sigh. She sat down beside Zeig and picked up the brush.
She flipped through the "Thousand-Handed Compassionate Pharmacist King's World-Saving Scripture" helplessly and slowly began copying.
Listening to the sound of Zeig's rapid "shua shua shua" writing, she couldn't help but speed up as well.
After Zeig finished another five copies, March 7th finally completed her first one.
She looked at her own writing with satisfaction, leaned back in her chair, and let out a long breath:
"Ah~ I finally finished copying it once."
At this moment, her fingertips hurt a little and her shoulders were sore.
After gently rubbing her shoulders, she remembered there were still four hundred and ninety-nine copies waiting for her and instantly felt complete despair.
Damn it!
She knew she shouldn't have dragged Zeig into this!
Just as March 7th picked up the brush, intending to continue copying, from the corner of her eye she caught sight of the Cloud Knight from earlier. He was not far away, making gestures at her.
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