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

Chapter 294 Pseudo-Master

Although there are few people in the Star-Picking Tower, there are many things to do.

Especially when a group of divination practitioners gather, there is always one practitioner who has mastered divination techniques who can judge the truth or falsehood of rumors, and then contributes to the spread of these rumors.

"Zhu Wuyao is indeed formidable. His cultivation level is far superior to mine, yet he cannot calculate anything."

The person who cast the divination shook his head, seemingly with a touch of melancholy.

She put away the Xuan paper in front of her, which was covered with writings and drawings, all related to the legendary sword.

The surrounding junior brothers and sisters, who were crying for food, immediately wailed upon hearing this, but she changed the subject and said:

"However—some things can be calculated about Shen Xun, Xiao Qingyu, and Ying Mang, and by piecing them together, we can also make a judgment."

"This is actually true!"

After comparing the two sides of divination, everyone was even more convinced of Zhu Wuyao's strength.

No wonder the three of them together were defeated by Zhu Wuyao.

It's not that the interception team was weak, but rather that Zhu Wuyao was too powerful.

They are either exceptionally skilled in divination, have suppressed their cultivation level, or possess a great treasure.

All who heard this rumor were filled with longing and admiration.

One sword strikes the enemy, remaining calm even in perilous situations.

Add to that the previous rumors of smuggling...

The cultivators in the Star-Picking Tower unconsciously began to change their attitude towards Zhu Wuyao.

On that day, Zhu Wuyao's words, "Kill until everyone is speechless, kill until no one dares to judge good or evil," were met with contempt from everyone.

But what if she could actually do it?

What if she's really so strong that she's no longer bothered by the chirping of flies and cicadas?

If it weren't a matter of right or wrong, would she really not be able to resist a single glance from her?

Then contempt will turn into fear, and then a bit of reluctant admiration will arise.

So Zhu Wuyao's thinking wasn't wrong—all the troubles stemmed from not being strong enough.

She's a fake expert.

Yet, he was inexplicably given a reputation for being somewhat unrestrained and arrogant.

The real Zhu Wuyao was so poor that she had to sell out the challenge invitation. She could not only defeat the enemy with a single sword, but also remain penniless.

Looking at the several baskets of challenge letters in front of him, and thinking about his growing reputation in recent days, Zhu Wuyao squatted down, flipped through them, and said:

"He really is just showing off his heroic spirit and doing all sorts of things to gain fame and reputation."

Hua Yingting looked at her slightly melancholy expression, chuckled softly, and said while sorting the medicinal herbs:

"It's just a matter of turning a fake into something real. Perhaps one day you'll become a true hero?"

Zhu Wuyao stood up, shook his head, and smiled:

"The title of 'hero' comes with a lot of hardship, and one has to do countless things to gain the approval of the world. I'm already at odds with myself all day long, so how can I tolerate being forced by worldly affairs?"

As she spoke, she picked up a basket of challenge invitations, intending to transfer them into her storage bag and set up a stall in front of the Star-Picking Tower.

The moment the basket touched his hands, Xu San'er quickly put down his work and stopped him:

"Put it down quickly!"

"Are you trying to be a fake expert? What kind of expert is so lacking in class, having to carry the challenge himself?"

Zhu Wuyao chuckled and put down what he was holding.

Of course, a true master may not have the demeanor of a master.

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Xu San'er has many years of experience in business.

The booth was set up in a striking yet understated manner, exuding high-end sophistication and class.

Then, carrying a scroll in each hand, he used his spiritual power to lift it into place, and once it was securely hung, the scrolls cascaded down like a waterfall. Two lines of text appeared before everyone's eyes—

"With the warmth of spring and nothing much to do, it's a good time to play games and pass the time."

"The sword is cold and without edge; it is for fighting and having fun."

Wow~!

This is truly a case of combining the refined pleasure of flower tea with the wild passion of swords and spears, using sparring as a pastime and fighting as a form of amusement.

Who dares to speak so boldly!

After reading these two volumes of "wild words," Zhu Wuyao stepped out, sword in hand.

Although he's a fake expert, he has a real air about him.

Upon witnessing the thief who had defeated the enemy with a single sword strike, and having already been swayed by her previous "bold words," the crowd erupted in a cacophony of discussion, which then gradually subsided like receding tides.

Xu San'er had already prepared his explanation.

He made outrageous remarks in front of the stall, while Zhu Wuyao dutifully stood in front of the life-size standee.

I heard things like "The sword challenges the heroes of the Star-Picking Tower," "Who dares to pretend to be a master under a single sword strike," and "No heroism without accepting this sword"...

Zhu Wuyao felt that she really needed a sense of conviction to stand here...

"The challenge will only involve that legendary sword strike? No life-or-death battle?"

"Exactly!" Xu San'er nodded and continued:

"When Senior Sister Zhu heard the recent rumors in the Star-Picking Tower, she was very puzzled. How could a mere sword strike be worthy of such an empty reputation?"

"The Star-Picking Tower is full of talented people. If they can't even break this sword, how can they guard the region or defend the border against enemies?!"

"If you are so wary of rumors that you dare not even try your hand at venturing into the depths of the water, how can you cultivate courage and boldness!"

"Therefore, Senior Sister Zhu is willing to use herself as a stepping stone to tell all fellow disciples - there is nothing difficult in the world, and we must not give up because of fear!"

"..."

Even Zhu Wuyao himself was moved by this set of words.

She is actually a person with a strong sense of justice, humility, peace, broad-mindedness, and a willingness to be a cornerstone?

And it perfectly explains why only one sword strike was used – because it was the legendary sword strike.

Therefore, Zhu Wuyao, who has a strong sense of righteousness, must lead by example and let all his fellow disciples face this sword directly, break their awe of the rumors, and rebuild their courage.

As Xu San'er continued his fabrication, the crowd's gaze shifted from indifference and skepticism to slight wavering.

Seeing that the situation was improving, someone suddenly said, somewhat hesitantly:

"Could this be... the method of theft..."

Xu San'er's eloquent speech stopped abruptly. Just as he was racking his brains to deal with this public opinion crisis, Zhu Wuyao took a step forward.

She looked up and stared directly at the person who had asked the question, then scoffed and said:

"Are you worthy?"

The person who spoke turned pale and then flushed. Under Zhu Wuyao's aggressive gaze, he clasped his hands in a gesture of retreat.

Everyone immediately understood what Zhu Wuyao meant.

She has become so strong that if it is truly due to luck, then it can only mean that what Zhu Wuyao possesses is already rare in this world.

How could it be replaced by a mediocre and inferior fortune?

In this Star-Picking Tower, besides those few direct disciples, who else could catch Zhu Wuyao's eye?

Just then, the person Xu San'er had arranged to meet broke the slightly tense atmosphere and asked:

"Now that you mention it, this challenge has its merits. If you are ever in a life-or-death situation and the enemy strikes you with a sword, having this rehearsal will at least prevent you from panicking, and you might even be able to save your life!"

"How many spirit stones are required for this challenge?"

Xu San'er immediately chimed in, saying:

"That's exactly right!"

"Having walked under the sword's edge, one gains more experience in dealing with enemies, and might just be able to save one's life."

"But Senior Sister Zhu's actions are for the sake of the Star-Picking Pavilion, not for personal gain. Selling them with spirit stones is only to screen out those who sincerely want to learn from her. Therefore, the price is not high, with each challenge letter costing 99 spirit stones!"

"Twenty challenges available, while supplies last!"

Ok?

The price is really not high.

But Zhu Wuyao didn't say anything. She knew that Xu San'er was the kind of person who would never suffer a loss.