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

Chapter 375 Dawn Fog Street

After reading the note in the wooden box, Zhu Wuyao roughly understood what had happened recently.

Originally, the Juque Sect was exceptionally arrogant and acted as domineeringly as ever.

They are capable of conducting searches regardless of public opinion.

However, it was discovered that day that the Golden Core cultivators had vanished without a trace, leaving only a vast battlefield of mudflats.

It's highly likely that something bad happened to them.

Without their powerful backers who had caused so much trouble, the remaining Juque Sect cultivators immediately became much more obedient.

Although they haven't completely shut themselves away, they've become much more disciplined in their actions.

This is why Ge Mingsheng has been able to hide safely until now under the protection of the imposter Master Wuyan.

After the "gift from nature" incident, the remaining cultivators of the Juque Sect dared not even bother to launch a large-scale operation to continue searching for the whereabouts of the Silent Daoist.

It was as if they were afraid of actually finding it.

They feared that Master Wuyan might not have left the south and would run into this person, thus suffering an undeserved disaster.

After sorting out the information that concerned him, Zhu Wuyao put away the note, hung up his storage bag, picked up his sword, and stood up.

Do your best to eliminate evil.

The imposter Taoist priest next to Ge Mingsheng is now much less suspicious. Although we can't be completely at ease, he's not our top priority.

I wish to sneak away under cover of night without being invited.

They arrived at the Juque Sect disciples' encampment before dawn.

Without reinforcements, even if troops are mobilized from surrounding areas, the strength may not be significant.

If you want to nip it in the bud, today is the best time.

She raised her hand to cover her face with "Thousand Forms," ​​put on the blood-stained clothes of the Juque Sect cultivator, devoured the man's divine consciousness, and wore his personal magic weapon. At this moment, Zhu Wuyao's appearance was exactly the same as that of the Golden Core cultivator.

She cleaned up the battlefield and burned the bodies.

He looked somewhat disheveled, as if he were being chased.

The protective array around the territory rippled slightly, and Zhu Wuyao's aura successfully deceived this protective barrier.

"Where are you all? Get out here!"

She frowned, and a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes, almost identical to the original owner's, her expression remarkably similar.

The disciples of the Juque School filed out.

"Senior brother! Senior brother, you're not dead!"

"Senior brother, you're finally back!!"

Two disciples, remembering that Master Wuyan could disguise himself and change his appearance, and recalling the tragic state of the battle, stood a little further away, holding their swords and being vigilant, with a hint of surprise on their faces.

Zhu Wuyao gave them no chance to calm down and discern the truth.

Holding the rhythm firmly in his grasp, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and issued several commands in succession:

"Be prepared for the enemy; she could catch up at any moment!"

"When will the help arrive? Have you received any news?"

"Send a message to those who have not yet returned: immediately return to reinforce and defend. Anyone who has not returned within a quarter of an hour shall be kept outside the lines!"

I thought it would be a great joy for my senior brother to come back.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this terrible news, the pursuers behind them could arrive at any moment.

This tense and alarmed demeanor instantly aroused a sense of crisis among the remaining disciples of the Juque Sect. With annihilation looming, they could only regard their Golden Core stage senior brother, who had survived countless hardships and narrowly escaped death, as their only hope.

Everyone panicked.

Hastily said:

"Senior brother, Uncle Wu from the sect will be coming in person. The news just came today, and all of us fellow disciples—"

"Wait a moment!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by a disciple who was still sober and had not lost his composure. He looked at Zhu Wuyao, his eyes still filled with doubt.

The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. He gripped his sword tighter, assumed a defensive stance, and said:

"Senior brother, please prove your identity first."

Before Zhu Wuyao could answer, the other Juque Sect disciples, who were anxiously surrounding him, were the first to defend him.

The crowd then began to criticize the person who had raised the question.

He seemed to be the kind of person in storybooks who dawdles and hesitates at crucial moments, unable to distinguish between what's important and what's urgent—

"When did this happen!"

"With a formidable enemy approaching, why are you preoccupied with such trivial matters? Do you intend to send all of us, my fellow disciples, to our deaths?!"

"Exactly! I'm so angry! Couldn't you have listened to your senior brother first?!"

……

In traditional storytelling, the protagonist is usually the one who is righteous. Knowing the truth and how dire the situation is, he comes to warn his teammates that disaster is about to befall them.

However, he was questioned at a crucial moment, which wasted his time.

Unable to gain the trust of those around them.

Ultimately, this delayed important matters, and those who had questioned the protagonist were filled with remorse and regret for their hesitation and doubt at the time.

Unfortunately, in the "story" of the Juque School, Zhu Wuyao is indeed the "villain," and those who question her are right.

She slowly raised her eyes and asked:

"Are all my fellow disciples here?"

"Correct!"

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Zhu Wuyao raised his hand, lifted the corner of his robe, and wiped the bladeless sword.

The sword is now formless; when it is returned to the body and then released again, it remains a clean and fine sword.

The clothes were stained with blood, and the more you wiped them, the dirtier they became.

Before her lay the corpses of disciples who had questioned her identity. Zhu Wuyao said:

“I have vindicated you, and now they all know—you were right.”

This action is to find a person.

But I never expected that I would kill so many people.

Zhu Wuyao cleaned up the battlefield, probably because these disciples had been pampered for too long and still harbored some wishful thinking.

Even more unexpectedly, the "Silent Daoist" dared to offend such a behemoth as the Juque Sect. Instead of fleeing, he dared to turn around and eliminate the Juque Sect's outpost in the far south all by himself.

It's just dawn.

Before long, the early-rising vendors would be carrying their shoulder poles and driving their donkey carts, and the morning market would soon open.

The sound of the watchman's drum is heard several times.

The night watchman was strolling aimlessly down the street, thinking he was going home for a good night's sleep, when he suddenly saw a huge fire burning ahead. He immediately realized that this seemed to be the abode of immortals.

what happened?

He wanted to investigate, but feared it would backfire. The gong hammer in his hand remained suspended, and the cry of "Fire!" stuck in his throat. He didn't dare to shout it out for a long time.

This mansion is a stand-alone residence, not adjacent to any neighboring houses.

Even if a fire breaks out, it will not cause a major disaster.

Normally, he would avoid this place, fearing that he might offend the immortal's eyes and be transformed into a croaking frog by magic.

Thinking of this, the night watchman decided to turn around and leave, determined to become blind. Just then, at the street corner ahead, a person dressed in blood-stained clothes emerged from the morning mist.

Dawn breaks through the fog-shrouded streets, blood-stained clothes amidst the raging fire.

"Evil...evil cultivator!"

The night watchman, recalling the various rumors about the monks, was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and the gong clattered down in the street, breaking the silence of dawn.

Zhu Wuyao was startled, thinking that there really was an evil cultivator.

She immediately realized that the word "evil cultivator" seemed to refer to her.

They do look somewhat alike.

Zhu Wuyao calmly turned around and walked back into the street, using his stealth technique to avoid startling pedestrians.

Pinghe Ding.

These three words alone were enough to ignite Zhu Wuyao's killing intent, not to mention the presence of Qianxiang, whose temperament was also close to that of the cultivator she was impersonating.