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

Chapter 284 Carrying a Goose

Looking at what he had in his hand, Zhu Wuyao smiled.

She really is a kind-hearted girl. Even though I was so disappointed in her, when I walked up to her, I still just handed over the old things.

But he remained silent, unable to utter a single hurtful word.

I'm afraid I'll feel lost for a long time after I go back.

Why bother.

She knew what kind of situation she would face if she said those words in public.

Zhu Wuyao didn't care much about the reputation of the Star-Picking Tower; the worst outcome would be nothing more than losing both fame and fortune.

If all else fails, I can just pack my bags and continue my travels.

However, this time, facing Shen Xun head-on, Zhu Wuyao dared not back down, which would be tantamount to handing over the initiative. If Shen Xun was stronger, she feared that her luck would not be too good when she went out to travel.

One step back, one step back.

Until they were completely powerless to fight back.

Rather than saying she had no choice, it would be more accurate to say that she and Shen Xun were using the competition between their direct disciples as a arena for a duel, and Zhu Wuyao wanted to test his abilities.

We need to touch it.

Now it's just a matter of clearing the battlefield and eliminating distractions. Zhu Wuyao not only wants to defeat Shen Xun, but also wants to win a prize, which may be beneficial to his upcoming travels.

She carefully put away the wooden hibiscus flower and walked forward, facing the disdainful, speculative, and scrutinizing gazes of the crowd.

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So what if it's smuggling... So what if it's despicable...

Shen Xun pursed his lips, staring at Zhu Wuyao's departing figure.

You actually think that way?! Why do you think that way?!

I just want an explanation. Even if you show the slightest remorse, I can continue to tolerate it. I can understand the unavoidable circumstances and various difficulties. But why... can you be so self-righteous?

You are free to roam the world at will, and no one dares to judge your good or evil?

Everyone else is silent, but you alone reign supreme...

Shen Xun slowly closed his eyes, concealing the anger in them, but his right hand gripped the hilt of the sword tightly until the sword trembled slightly, as if it sensed the anger of the swordsman.

He knelt and begged for pity... He was always waiting for Zhu Wuyao to give him an explanation.

Give him a reason to let go of his grudges.

But no.

Until those words were spoken by her own mouth, her last hope was shattered.

He could find no reason to defend her anymore.

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Song Kezi witnessed the whole thing, and an uncontrollable excitement flashed in her eyes.

So that's what she was planning!

You did the right thing!

From a cost-benefit perspective, you haven't made any wrong moves. From your point of view, this is the optimal choice!

You thought that the grudge between you and Shen Xun was irreconcilable. You thought that since returning to the sect, Shen Xun had already taken action and attacked you. You never thought that he was still hesitating.

Turning enemies into friends was never an option for you.

Because in your eyes, he has long been on the opposite side of you!

Even without these words today, the opportunity to resolve the feud would have been long gone.

Naturally, Shen Xun's emotions wouldn't have been taken into account when devising the plan.

Hahahahahaha!

A sudden turn of events... a sudden turn of events!

The last words he said before leaving Shen Xun's place finally had an effect.

As a last resort, if you hadn't been so clever, things might have become much more complicated.

But you're too clear-headed.

You haven't made a single wrong step!

Let me, with my cleverness and intelligence, think about what is your Achilles' heel and how to make Shen Xun completely enrage you.

Beating him up is such a trivial matter. You weren't even angry. You just wanted to suppress his momentum. How can that be acceptable?

In our world of cultivation, we should live by the motto "swiftly retribution!"

Avenging wrongs and settling scores, fighting to the death—that's what makes a real spectacle.

"Hey, hey, Junior Brother Zhang, let go!"

"Are you playing a trick on me?"

"Ah, you big goose, why do you always blame me whenever something happens at the Star-Picking Tower? Is it because your justice is too lonely, and you always need a villain to highlight your righteousness?"

"You scoundrel!"

"No, where are you taking me?"

"I'll take you to Junior Sister Zhu and Junior Brother Shen and explain things to them clearly!"

Song Kezi's eyes darted around, and he immediately stopped struggling, nodding repeatedly as he said:

"Yes, yes, I did it. Oh dear, it's all my fault!"

"If it weren't for me, how could Junior Sister Zhu and Shen Xun have become enemies! It has nothing to do with grandfather and grandson or theft of luck. It's all my fault!"

"Junior Brother Zhang, quickly capture me! If only those two could reconcile—"

"What harm is there in admitting to this crime!"

"Even if I was forced by you, even if I am innocent, as long as I can restore peace to the Star-Picking Tower, sacrificing my good reputation is a worthwhile deal!"

Hearing these distorted facts, Zhang Zhihan hesitated for a moment.

Just then, Song Kezi seized the opportunity, bent down, hugged Zhang Zhihan's big white goose, and ran away!

"Junior Brother Zhang! Your goose is exceptionally plump and delicious. If you continue to cause trouble and ostracize me all the time..."

"Hmph, I'm not someone to be bullied! You clearly don't like me, and you're trying to pin the blame on me no matter what. If you bully me again, you'll be eating stewed goose in an iron pot!"

Song Kezi brought a large goose to command it.

He knew all along that these geese were no ordinary flock, but others didn't!

This is just a little prank~

Why did Zhang Zhihan target him so specifically?

Fortunately, there is no evidence. Even if someone casts a divination, they may not be able to distinguish right from wrong, since it is ultimately the choice of those two people.

Are you saying I'm spreading rumors?

I was clearly trying to persuade everyone to stop misunderstanding each other!

Zhang Zhihan is so infuriating! He bullies him, ostracizes him, and dislikes him all the time. Song Kezi, carrying a goose, fled into the crowd, crying and wailing as the goose pecked at him.

"Waaaaah... Junior Brother Zhang, I was wrong. Please don't bully me. I'm only at the Foundation Establishment stage. I know you don't like me. I'll apologize to you, okay?"

"Ouch, it hurts so much! Waaah, please, please stop hitting me..."

Zhang Zhihan was subjected to the scrutiny of the public.

He was already quite controversial due to his behavior, so his angry outburst at Song Kezi seemed even more inexplicable.

Seeing Song Kezi's innocent expression, Zhang Zhihan was immediately enraged. He roared, "..."

"How dare you spout nonsense and spread rumors!"

Song Kezi immediately stopped talking. He blinked twice, squeezed out two tears, and backed away shakily.

This made Zhang Zhihan's expression appear even more ferocious.

Without saying a word, Zhang Zhihan was about to unleash his natal magic weapon. This thief harbored ill intentions, and even if no one could understand him, he would still suppress him!

But as soon as the spiritual energy began to circulate, a powerful pressure immediately came from the air.

Zi Lei accurately locked onto the two of them, suppressing Zhang Zhihan without attacking him, while showing no mercy to Song Kezi. Accompanied by crackling sounds, Song Kezi was freshly baked and smoking.

Gu Yi glanced in the direction Zhu Wuyao had left, then looked at the farce unfolding before him, and frowned slightly.

"Return the goose."

"This is the end of the matter."