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

Chapter 272 Fanning the flames

Seeing Zhu Wuyao take a step back, Song Kezi pursed his lips, sat down on the stool, and said with a smile:

"So, the problem you're struggling with is easily solved."

"He's a good person? Just turn him into a bad person!"

“Every step he took was his own fault. When the time comes, you won’t need to lift a finger; someone will kill him for you. This solution perfectly suits your needs.”

"Junior Sister, this is exactly what you wanted—innocent, clean, and law-abiding... Hahahaha!"

"In my eyes, that kid is full of weaknesses. I know best how to deal with this kind of person. Or... you could use someone else to do the dirty work? Make me his enemy, and you can stay out of it and continue to be your high and mighty 'good guy'?"

As expected, the disciples of the Star-Picking Tower were not simple. Looking at Song Kezi's happy face, a thought inexplicably arose in Zhu Wuyao's mind—

Song Kezi's cultivation has not improved for many years, which may be because someone is deliberately suppressing him.

This person is more dangerous than Zhu Wuyao had anticipated.

If placed in front of Song Kezi, her character would likely be full of flaws, offering plenty of opportunities to attack her.

In addition, there are unique abilities...

If he reaches the Nascent Soul stage, he will likely become a major threat to the cultivation world.

Zhu Wuyao thought for a moment, then sat back down in his original seat and said:

"If you were Shen Xun, how would you deal with me?"

Song Kezi sat in his chair, leaned back against the armrest, and said rather listlessly:

"Judging from this, it's clear that you owe him. How did he manage to turn a favor into a feud? It's truly baffling."

Zhu Wuyao thought for a moment and said:

"Besides taking his things and not going back, there's also the matter of a life being taken in between."

Song Kezi suddenly realized:

"That was indeed too late. Little did they know that great kindness can turn into great enmity. Debts that drag on become debts, and debts that accumulate will create estrangement. Once estrangement arises, using kindness as leverage becomes a way to collect debts."

"If it has already dragged on to this point..."

Song Kezi rested her chin on her hand, blinked, then suddenly smiled and said:

"Of course, it's about showing your wounds to everyone, publicizing what happened back then, pointing out that person's life, saying that you stole his things and that's why you've come to this point, making you despised and scorned by everyone, defending you on the surface while secretly stirring up trouble, and labeling you as an ungrateful person."

"The position of personal disciple is not something you and he are vying for."

"Junior Sister, you're going to get trampled to death."

Zhu Wuyao quietly observed Song Kezi, then suddenly asked:

"Have you already figured out how to deal with this?"

Song Kezi smiled smugly and said:

"Of course I want to find out, but I won't tell you. Instead, I'll infiltrate the situation and stir things up. Actually, I'm also very curious, Junior Sister Zhu, how long can you endure not killing him?"

"Why don't we go tonight? I'll help you keep Senior Brother Shen occupied, otherwise it'll be too late!"

Zhu Wuyao smiled and said:

"Then, you deliberately bring Shen Anzhi along, taking the opportunity to make friends and supporters along the way, so that everyone can witness my desire to kill Shen Xun as soon as possible?"

Song Kezi clicked his tongue.

He pointed towards the doorway.

"No delivery."

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After leaving Song Kezi's place, I found him to be a truly strange person.

Moreover, the disguise has always been very good.

If she wanted to explain Song Kezi's true nature to everyone, even Senior Sister Gu Yiguan would probably say with a surprised look:

"Are you saying that Song Kezi, who is already petty and mean, is actually really bad?"

Everyone knows he is bad.

He usually behaves like a jealous person, loves to talk bad about others, enjoys watching others have fun, and is somewhat wicked. Senior Sister Gu often chases after him and beats him up, a fact known to everyone in Zhaixing Tower.

Once it was already a ruin, no one could have imagined it could become even more ruined.

How wonderful.

That's very strange.

Why did Song Kezi speak so frankly to her, seemingly unintentionally reminding her of Shen Xun's next move?

Is it simply because he enjoys watching the drama unfold, or because he doesn't like Shen Xun?

This matter can be put on hold for now.

The most important thing now is how to respond.

Having left Zhaixinglou for many years, neither Hua Yingting nor Xu San'er have been able to rebuild their foundations.

Thinking about this, Zhu Wuyao had an even bigger headache.

Because that's truly how things are. It's one thing for others to be lenient, but what if even the few close friends in the Star-Picking Tower think I'm in the wrong and stand on the opposite side?

Shen Xun didn't even need to embellish it.

Bringing up old stories is enough.

Thinking this, Zhu Wuyao walked to her small courtyard, which was quite quiet and also particularly desolate.

Unexpectedly, several spiritual herbs that were over ten years old stretched out their branches and leaves in the moonlight, seemingly shimmering with the brilliance of spirit stones and contribution points.

Zhu Wuyao's eyes lit up upon seeing this.

Perhaps it was the spirit stone that awakened her wisdom, for Zhu Wuyao suddenly had an epiphany. She returned to the small house and found paper and pen in a long-sealed cabinet.

I found two stones and used a paperweight to flatten it.

He picked up his pen and wrote a long string of large characters—

"After I died, my whole family went insane."

Since things have come to this, I might as well start a new book. However, it seems a bit inappropriate to have Wuyu and Youdao appear immediately after I returned to the sect.

This matter still needs further discussion with Mohen Bookstore.

Regardless of how things develop, whether or not it will turn out as Song Kezi said, it's always good to be on guard.

Zhu Wuyao wrote down the story outline.

Then he straightened up, looked at the little story with ulterior motives in front of him, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

This story is, of course, the famous "misunderstanding-driven, melodramatic" one.

Only after a person dies from the pain of rumors and misunderstandings is the truth finally revealed. Those who participated in this "avalanche" are filled with regret, but it is too late to make amends.

It's certainly suitable for dealing with what Song Kezi said about Shen Xun's possible next plan.

But Shen Xun hasn't done anything yet.

However... if this story were to resurface only after Shen Xun has actually taken some action, it would seem too contrived.

Therefore, turning the tables beforehand is the most appropriate approach.

When rumors begin to circulate, people will inevitably start to speculate whether Shen Xun has ulterior motives because of this story.

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Shen Xun was walking back from Shen Anzhi's place.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and caught something that was thrown at him from behind.

It is an apple.

"Shen Xun!"

He held the apple in front of him, slowly turned around, saw the person hiding in the tree eating the apple, and asked:

"Senior Brother Song, what brings you here again?"

"What else could I do? These are apples that your sister Zhu gave me. We had a very pleasant conversation!"

Song Kezi jumped down from the tree, strolled over to Shen Xun, and said with a smile:

"I've said it before, just protecting yourself isn't enough."