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

Chapter 350 The fox is sad when the rabbit dies

At the victory banquet, amidst the clinking of glasses, the crimes of the Xiaotian Sect were recounted. Everyone whose name was on the list received a share of the Xiaotian Sect's treasure trove.

Especially when they heard the people on this trip boasting about their own prowess at the banquet, they were filled with envy.

Those in the lead were Elder Chi, Gu Yiguan, and Zhang Zhihan.

Shen Anzhi should have had a place there.

However, after returning to the Star-Picking Tower, he stayed indoors and never went out.

There were also people who did not attend for other reasons, and Hua Yingting was one of them.

When Shen Xun had the idea to save people, Hua Yingting, who was asleep, took this opportunity to dream of "the original story".

The line between reality and illusion is inherently blurred.

Furthermore, reality and dreams intertwine, and the original story and its altered development are mixed together.

Although Xiao Qingyu broke through his boundary at the critical moment and he regained consciousness, the scenes in his dream seemed to have really happened.

No wonder she was somewhat concerned when she first dreamed of He Yiqi.

Hua Yingting did not attend the celebration banquet.

Instead, he stayed in the courtyard, trying to recall those fragmented scenes and piece the original story back together.

Find out where the "fork in the road" started.

This is easy to guess.

The original story in the dream and the story that actually unfolds in the real world are not much different in terms of their main plot.

All of these were used as pretexts to carry out the extermination of the Xiaotian Sect.

She picked up a fallen leaf from the stone table, its stem twirling between her fingers as she gently twirled it before her eyes, within the original narrative revealed in her dream—

Zhu Wuyao did not exist.

Therefore, there will be no thirteen years for the demon race.

Over the years, she should have met He Yiqi, and met other people, and had a different story.

Hua Yingting was unwilling to compare the original story with the altered one, to see which was better. Without the thirteen years with the demon race, she would not have been able to cultivate to the Great Luo Heaven, nor would she have been able to glimpse some truths from her dreams.

not to mention……

She smiled wryly, a hint of self-deprecation in her eyes, and said to the illusory figure beside her:

"No matter which story unfolds, I will always be late."

"In the original story, I couldn't save you; in the current story, I've never met you."

To have gained and then lost, or never to have gained at all.

This is not a pleasant choice.

The phantom beside him nodded silently, leaving only the fragrance of herbs filling the garden.

She looked at the fallen leaf on the stone table that represented Zhu Wuyao; it was a leaf that had drifted down from who knows where.

Even if the story is changed from its original direction.

There will still be some residue.

Like a wheel traveling at high speed, even if it is forcibly stopped, it will still have the "residual momentum" to rush forward and try to steer the vehicle back to its original path.

Her dream was the "residual aftershocks".

Like an autumn leaf falling from the sky, even if people stop it ten or a hundred times along the way, the natural law is that fallen leaves return to their roots. As long as you let go, it will still fall downwards and return to its original trajectory.

So, Ah Yao... is there any danger...?

Just as she was pondering this, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong——"

Hua Yingting snapped out of her daze, waved to open the courtyard gate, and seeing who had come, she smiled and asked:

Why didn't you go and drink with your fellow disciples?

Zhu Wuyao sat across from him at the stone table and spread the packaged fruit out on the table.

The red and green items were crystal clear and looked exceptionally refreshing. She then took out a wine pot and two cups from her storage bag.

Each person poured themselves a full glass.

Place one of the cups in front of Huayingting.

She didn't have many friends at the Star-Picking Tower to begin with. Ye Xiaozhou hadn't returned, Zhang Zhihan was sitting up there, and Hua Yingting and Shen Anzhi weren't there either—what was the point of her drinking?

Fortunately, Xu San'er and Ying Mang were there.

At least it can alleviate some of the boredom.

Gu Yiguan had information about Ji Yuezhang, and Zhu Wuyao didn't want to make trouble for her over such a trivial matter. If she were mistaken for having some kind of dissatisfaction, wouldn't that be a loss?

Just consider it as going to freeload some fruit.

She looked up at the illusory figure in front of her and asked:

"Who is this Senior Sister He Yiqi? Aren't you going to introduce us?"

As he spoke, he secretly observed Hua Yingting's expression.

Upon hearing this, Hua Yingting chuckled, lightly flicked her finger to dispel the illusion, and said:

"What have you heard from other people?"

"Don't worry, I can distinguish between reality and illusion, and I won't get too deeply involved."

"I'm just... a little disappointed."

It's a pity I didn't get a share of the original work, nor the opportunity to rewrite it.

Thinking of this, Hua Yingting asked again, indirectly:

"Have you ever thought about what our situation would have been like in the original story?"

After Hua Ying finished asking a few questions, Zhu Wuyao finally understood what she really wanted to remind her of.

He smiled, put down his wine glass, and said:

"Don't worry, I know there's no place for me in this world."

But for some reason, Zhu Wuyao did not sense that the Heavenly Dao was trying to forcibly remove her existence; at least, there was no direct meteorite falling from the sky, a great fire breaking out on the ground, an encounter with a demonic beast, or being struck by lightning...

If that's true, when her cultivation level was still low, it was possible for her to die eight hundred times a day.

Hua Ying breathed a sigh of relief, then her heart tightened, and she asked:

"Now that you know, do you have a way to deal with it?"

Zhu Wuyao nodded seriously and said, "Living one more day means earning one more day."

The next instant, the wine glass in his hand was snatched away.

Hearing Hua Yingting's slightly annoyed "Ah Yao," she handed over an unidentified fruit and pawned the wine glass back.

Then he said:

"It should be fine, especially after Shen Xun was seriously injured."

It might have been related to that spirit brush before, but now that the Heavenly Dao hadn't clearly bestowed its fortune, she intercepted it, which is equivalent to her taking over Shen Xun's role and having a place in the story.

She had considered that Shen Xun might be seriously injured.

Zhu Wuyao had thought that she and Shen Xun would fight to the death and determine the winner.

But they never thought that the choice was never in their own hands.

Although the current situation resembled her original expectations, it was anything but joyful because—

It was just a fluke.

Fortunately, Gu Yiguan didn't like the original story development and appreciated her a little more.

She benefited from this situation simply because she was chosen by Gu Yiguan.

Therefore, it was Shen Xun who was critically injured and on the verge of death.

Not her.

But what if one day she becomes the one who gets abandoned?

Faced with Shen Xun's defeat, Zhu Wuyao couldn't feel gloating; she only felt a sense of shared sorrow.

Zhu Wuyao couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock. Every step she took was a choice made out of her own will, and no matter how many times she did it again, the result would probably be the same.

The Star-Picking Tower, a place where one acts as a celestial being...

But she couldn't express this sorrow of "the rabbit mourning the fox's death" to Hua Yingting in the Star-Picking Tower. She couldn't rely on "luck" forever and wait to become the chosen lucky one.