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

Chapter 391 Side Story

This charade turned out to be real, leaving not only Ruan Ayao and the others astonished, but even the disciples of the Juque Sect no longer suspected anything.

He even felt uneasy because of his connection with "heretical practitioners".

Who would have thought that we would need to investigate this thoroughly?

That night, the Taibai Sect used the "Blood Erosion Curse" incident to put the Juque disciples under guard. Now that Wu Guihong has been rescued by the evil cultivators, the group is leaderless and can only wait for reinforcements from the sect.

The plan has achieved its objective.

But Zhu Wuyao has disappeared.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Gu Yiguan, come out and explain yourself clearly. What's the next step? We need to rescue them!"

Ruan Ayao was extremely anxious. She stood outside with Luo Budao and the others, waiting for the only person who knew the truth to give a definite answer.

Inside the house——

Gu Yiguan sat quietly in the room.

During the conversation just now, Ruan Ayao truthfully told Gu Yiguan about Zhu Wuyao's itinerary, and Gu Yiguan was able to piece together her experiences after arriving in the South.

It's true... she timed every step perfectly.

As expected, the "Pinghe Cauldron" that Zhu Wuyao obtained was an item used to sacrifice the souls of cultivators, and it was Wu Guihong's ascension stone to the Golden Core stage.

But by a twist of fate, she got her hands on it.

That wasn't all. She also impersonated Wu Guihong, who was connected to the Blood Erosion Curse, and obtained that wisp of divine soul. With the Thousand Forms in hand, who could tell her apart from Wu Guihong now?

If there were such a person—

She looks like Wu Guihong;

He was holding Wu Guihong's magical artifact in his hand;

He exuded the aura of the Juque Sect;

Furthermore, due to the "serious injury", his cultivation level regressed to the early stage of the Golden Core realm;

The real Wu Guihong has become a ghost...

It would be perfectly reasonable for the person who came to the rescue to mistake Zhu Wuyao for Wu Guihong.

In the dark room, Gu Yiguan stood up.

All of the above speculations must be based on one premise: that the person who made the move was in an unusual state, and even if they had profound cultivation, the power they could use was limited.

Otherwise, if someone could abduct another person right in front of her, they would never have mistaken Zhu Wuyao for Wu Guihong.

open the door.

Gu Yiguan said:

"Issue an arrest warrant and search for the heretical cultivator Wu Guihong in the surrounding five cities and the mountain sects."

"Send Ge Mingsheng to see me."

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Zhu Wuyao held the Pinghe Ding in his hand and suddenly felt dizzy.

Before she could even survey her surroundings, a woman's voice, seemingly real yet ethereal, reached her ears:

"Fellow Daoist Wu, I risked my life to save you, and I have already used my true essence. I can no longer help you heal."

The voice was ethereal and dreamlike.

But the meaning behind those words sent chills down Zhu Wuyao's spine.

Wu Guihong has such a hidden side story in the far south?!

By a twist of fate, she actually gathered all the hidden conditions to unlock the side quest, but the crucial point is that she is not the real Wu Guihong.

I'm completely confused now.

No matter how confused she was, Zhu Wuyao could still guess that her current main task was—

Impersonating Wu Guihong.

They managed to fool this hidden master who appeared out of nowhere.

Don't let your identity be exposed.

Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't die easily; Wu Guihong's accomplice, though seemingly out of sorts, could probably kill her with ease.

"Thanks for the help."

The more you say, the more mistakes you make, so Zhu Wuyao only replied with this one sentence.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, if you want to collect the souls of cultivators to help me stabilize my true spirit, there are countless rogue cultivators in the world."

Why risk attacking the Taibai Sect?

Zhu Wuyao looked at the Pinghe Ding in his hand.

So... attacking the Taibai Sect is actually a plausible explanation?

After careful consideration, Zhu Wuyao chose a response that wouldn't go wrong:

"I thought that by using the name of 'Blood Erosion Curse' I could directly destroy it. At that time, when I entered the Nascent Soul stage, even if the Taibai Sect intervened, they would have nowhere to reason with me."

"Who would have thought that such a change would happen halfway through?"

Zhu Wuyao had already looked around at the scenery.

It was some deep, remote forest, and the night was deep and silent, making it seem even more deserted. The woman's voice came from who-knows-where.

If you hadn't experienced that eerie scene, it would have felt like meeting ghosts at night.

A soft laugh was heard.

"Fellow Daoist Wu is still the same as always. I have already said that you are too arrogant in your actions, yet you still consider yourself cautious."

"How much did the Juque Sect plunder this time?"

When impersonating a thousand faces, one's words and actions will closely resemble the person being impersonated.

After calming down and sensing the situation, Zhu Wuyao, with the same expression as Wu Guihong, snorted coldly and said:

"The life of a mortal is no more than that of an ant."

"It's just fuel for us cultivators, so we can use it whenever we want."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao was extremely embarrassed.

How could such shameless words come out of her mouth?

"Oh?"

There seemed to be a hint of laughter in his voice.

The woman, who has yet to appear, continued:

“Fellow Daoist Wu’s words make sense. There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The weak are naturally objects that the strong can take at will.”

"So, between you and me, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

Zhu Wuyao's expression hardened slightly as he understood the meaning behind the words, and his previous glimmer of hope vanished.

So what if I'm not recognized?

Now that Wu Guihong has been "identified" as an evil cultivator, he no longer has any value in using the sect for personal gain. In addition, this woman seems to be seriously injured and needs someone to offer her a cultivator's soul to heal her wounds.

Since the goal is to find cultivators, then Wu Guihong, who is at the Golden Core stage, is also a source of nourishment.

For this woman, is Wu Guihong, who has no further use and has fallen from his cultivation level due to serious injuries, not worth using?

Zhu Wuyao instinctively took a step back.

In a flash of thought, she caught sight of the Pinghe Cauldron in her hand—

Here, the spirit of Wu Guihong resides.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

To sacrifice Wu Guihong's soul and save his own life, Zhu Wuyao naturally wouldn't hesitate.

However, with Wu Guihong's soul separated from his body, relying solely on the power of the Thousand Appearances, it's likely that his true identity can no longer be concealed from this woman.

Zhu Wuyao said:

"There is a lack of healing items here. Inside this cauldron is the soul of a Golden Core cultivator, none other than the recently renowned Daoist Wuyan."

"Master Wuyan?" the woman asked in return.

"Exactly."

Zhu Wuyao nodded in agreement.

The best course of action now is to escape quickly, contact Senior Sister Gu and the others, and take advantage of the fact that this woman of unknown origin is digesting the cultivator's soul to bring people to investigate.

What kind of good person could be friends with Wu Guihong?

Moreover, apart from the threatening tone in her last words, the woman's attitude towards Wu Guihong remained kind throughout.

They must have a very close relationship.

They might have joined forces to kill countless rogue cultivators.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao suddenly guessed the key to Tongzhou—

Could it be that Wu Guihong and this woman joined forces, one in the shadows and the other in the open, to transform Tongzhou into a "holy land for rogue cultivators," attracting those desperate cultivators to come here?

When hungry, they would grab two and swallow them whole.

Zhu Wuyao's heart skipped a beat.

If so, just how many cultivators' souls did this woman devour?

Just as she was feeling uneasy, a figure suddenly appeared behind her. Zhu Wuyao turned around and barely managed to control herself so that she wouldn't turn around and run away.

He was a sword-wielding cultivator, dressed in a neat short-sleeved outfit, seemingly in a standby state. He looked no different from an ordinary person, yet there was always a sense of inhumanity about him.

Zhu Wuyao hadn't dared to look closely before, but now that he was looking closely, he realized that there were many cultivators like this.

The man with the sword on his back stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute to her, and said:

"The Seven Illusions Sect of Star Point welcomes fellow Daoist."