Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 177 Oh my god...

Zhu Wuyao didn't return to Ganxiao City, where there are cultivators protecting her. Who knows what might happen while she's refining the Wufeng Sword.

Moreover, being haunted by ghosts is a huge hidden danger.

The most urgent task is to use the magic stone to refine the bladeless sword and see what effects it has, thereby improving our strength.

She flew on her sword for half an hour, found a deserted place, and carved out a shelter with her bladeless sword.

Since leaving the sect, the speed at which they excavated the cave dwelling has increased day by day. Calling it a cave dwelling isn't quite accurate; such a simple cave really doesn't deserve the word "dwelling."

In recent days, Zhu Wuyao has discovered that the hilt of the Wufeng Sword is somewhat strange.

It seems to become faintly visible.

Could the sword become invisible after being refined? Wouldn't that make it much easier to inflict minor injuries on the enemy during battle?

With such expectations in mind, Zhu Wuyao spent a busy day.

He separated his spiritual power, passed it through a magical stone, and then attached it to the bladeless sword.

Putting aside other changes, just considering its hardness alone, it's estimated to have reached the threshold of the Golden Core stage of weaponry, and the situation that Zhu Wuyao was worried about—the sword being broken during a fight—will no longer occur.

Until the last two magic stones are used up—

Following the saying "good steel is used on the hilt" and "good steel is used in the core," that flowing shimmer finally enveloped the blade.

Zhu Wuyao's eyes lit up, and he was about to break through the barrier to test the power of escaping the Sword of Destiny 2.0.

Reaching out to grasp the hilt, the sword's brilliance instantly receded.

Not only did the shimmering, flowing light of the magical stone disappear after being refined, but even the colorful black of the five-elemental ores seemed to dim at the same time after being refined.

The bladeless sword seems to have returned to simplicity.

Seeing this, Zhu Wuyao remained calm; perhaps this was the inevitable change.

If one were to carry a gleaming sword on one's back and openly display it to the world, wouldn't one be waiting for someone to steal it?

She emerged from the cave, leaped into the air, and slashed down with two swords. Wherever the sword energy reached, a chill spread upwards, and within an instant, the spring grass withered and turned yellow.

With a slight thought, Zhu Wuyao drew his sword and slashed again, aiming at a rock in front of him.

As the bladeless sword struck, not even a mark was left on the stone.

Nothing seems to happen.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Wuyao smiled instead. Although it didn't have the invisibility effect, this bladeless sword... was indeed stronger.

She carefully collected the array flags in front of the cave, then flew away on her sword towards Ganxiao City.

Behind.

A warm spring breeze swept across the stubborn rock, but instead of crumbling into dust, the gentle breeze merely blew away the sand and dirt from its surface.

The stubborn rock cannot comprehend the passage of time; the wind leaves its mark, thus we know that ten years have passed.

Using a bladeless sword to unleash the Falling Leaves Sword Technique makes it even harder to detect.

As long as Zhu Wuyao thinks, the Wufeng sword can be effective immediately and can fall without causing harm.

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Return to Ganxiao City.

To be honest, the refining effect of this magical stone didn't bring Zhu Wuyao too many surprises.

Although it has become stronger, it doesn't seem to have become that strong.

But overall, we still made a profit.

Because it's free.

You should know that if this Wufeng Sword were to be refined to a higher level, it would require three to four thousand spirit stones to buy enough spirit ore. If it were to be used in a battle against a Golden Core cultivator, the number of spirit stones needed would be something Zhu Wuyao dared not even think about.

She doesn't have enough spirit stones to spare right now.

We owe our existence to Fang Yong.

Now, although it is still a sword, it has no special or wondrous uses; it cannot capture souls, suppress, protect, or create illusions...

But no matter what, it is still a sword, and ultimately it is used to kill people.

I hope Wuyao is in a good mood.

She went to the restaurant specifically to request a window seat and ordered a table of food and drinks.

As a bestselling novelist, although she didn't have many spirit stones, she had no shortage of worldly money. Even though she spent a lot of it on the road, she was still rich enough to be a generous and wealthy person.

The cold dishes were served, and the wine glasses were set out; the hot dishes would have to wait a while.

Zhu Wuyao wasn't in a hurry.

The restaurant has a nice view from the window, especially now that it's nighttime, with lanterns hanging up for the shops along the street to welcome customers.

But just then, she caught a glimpse of a red dress.

Ye Xiaozhou!

Zhu Wuyao didn't even wait for the hot dishes. He threw the money on the table, slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and jumped out the window.

"Zhou Xiaoye!"

However, I haven't forgotten the name Ye Xiaozhou recently gave himself.

The figure in the red dress looked up and, sure enough, recognized her. "Ye Xiaozhou, Ye Xiaozhou, it seems we're destined to meet tonight. I must find out what's going on today."

As a result, a mutation occurred.

Zhu Wuyao's vision suddenly went black, his consciousness plunged into endless darkness, and the sound of ghostly wails instantly rang out.

In the instant before losing consciousness, Zhu Wuyao uttered a curse:

"I go……"

It then fell from mid-air.

I could almost hear Ye Xiaozhou's urgent voice in my ear—

"You better tell me clearly where you're going!"

Go to hell... go to hell...

Zhu Wuyao was pulled back into the dark realm by the ghostly energy, and ultimately didn't have time to utter those words.

The wailing sound was extremely irritating.

Zhu Wuyao forced himself to calm down and thought of what the monk Konghui had said—"You have one year left."

Is there still a year left?

At first, I was only haunted by ghosts while sleeping, but later I was also trapped in the ghost realm while meditating. Even if this is a normal situation that has worsened, how do you explain what happened tonight?

Within a day, her condition suddenly worsened.

In broad daylight, he suddenly lost consciousness.

Fortunately, the figure was indeed Ye Xiaozhou; otherwise, who knows what risks they might have encountered.

Ye Xiaozhou...

Zhu Wuyao needed to think further when he felt a sharp pain in his mind. The sound of ghostly wails was like nails being driven into his soul, causing his breath to become disordered.

Utter chaos ensued.

She woke up with a start.

The hazy light shone through the wooden window; it was already dawn.

Zhu Wuyao, with her sharp eyes, noticed the window sway slightly and guessed that Ye Xiaozhou had run away again.

She reached up and rubbed her temples, but to no avail in relieving the throbbing pain.

Now, things are clearly not quite right.

Zhu Wuyao no longer wanted to contact Ye Xiaozhou.

After all this, Ye Xiaozhou still avoids meeting, which suggests only two possibilities—

First, Ye Xiaozhou doesn't care about her life or death, or he knows the reason but doesn't intend to help her.

Secondly, if the two of them get together, things might become even more complicated.

Both possibilities are reasonable, but the fact that Ye Xiaozhou stayed until she woke up before jumping out of the window is enough to show that he had no malicious intent.

Zhu Wuyao shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

I got out of bed, went to the table, poured myself a glass of cold tea, and gulped it down.

The tea was left overnight and steeped for too long, so it became bitter.

She put down the cup.

When I looked up, I saw the bladeless sword placed beside my pillow.