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

Chapter 419 Sword Cultivator

Zhu Wuji's thinking is naive.

He believes that Ruo Zhu Wuyao was not possessed, but rather achieved his current success due to the opportunities in that secret realm.

So, Zhu Wuji is no worse than Zhu Wuyao.

Who knows, if we take a trip into that secret realm, we might also obtain the same opportunity, and wouldn't success and fame be within our grasp?

Come back to your senses.

After recounting all the information he knew, Zhu Wuji smiled and said:

"Senior, that's all I know. As for the thousand spirit stones?"

The man opposite him, Wu Guihong, also known as Zhu Wuyao, smiled kindly and asked:

"You just said... what methods could be used if we captured Zhu Wuyao?"

Seeing that the spirit stone was about to be obtained by his fellow Daoist, and that his greatest calamity was about to be met with a powerful enemy and his life was nearing its end, Zhu Wuji was overjoyed and immediately uttered a string of witty remarks:

"hey-hey!

"Senior Wu, I didn't speak well just now. If we had really captured Zhu Wuyao, how could we have let her perish so easily?!"

"We must keep her conscious and break her arms and legs."

Zhu Wuji raised his palm and slashed downwards in a cutting motion, his face contorted with rage as he continued:

"Then...shave it off inch by inch. If that's still not enough, use some spiritual herbs to keep her alive until she's on her last breath, remove her clothes, and hang her in front of everyone so that you fellow Daoists can admire this so-called fallen leaf—"

He stopped mid-sentence, his voice abruptly halting, like a goose being choked, his eyes filled with terror:

"Fallen leaves invite autumn?!"

Zhu Wuji was both shocked and furious, and felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

Before him, Wu Guihong, sitting on the boulder, had shed his myriad forms and returned to his original appearance.

It was that face that tormented him and filled him with hatred!

Zhu Wuyao held the Thousand Faces Mask in his right hand, casually resting it on his knee, while his other hand picked up a stone and tossed it around.

Although she was smiling, the smile didn't reach her eyes.

He said it in an exceptionally calm tone:

"Say it again."

Zhu Wuji's legs trembled, and he pointed at her with his fingertips shaking, as if he were gritting his teeth or extremely terrified.

"How could it be you?!"

"Where did Senior Wu go?!"

He seemed to be too anxious and not clear-headed, or perhaps he was unwilling or afraid to think about the most unacceptable possibility.

"Naturally, it means that the body perishes and the Dao dissipates."

Zhu Wuyao directly revealed what he dared not admit.

People who bully the weak and fear the strong are always like this.

If an unfamiliar Golden Core cultivator were standing in front of you, you would inevitably have to be obsequious and fawn over them.

However, if they discover that this Golden Core cultivator is an acquaintance, after regaining their senses, they are unwilling to acknowledge her strength, always feeling that such cultivation is inflated, that she is someone to be offended, and that she is not worthy of respect.

Then, oblivious to the immensity of the world, they presumptuously tried to manipulate those who should have been fearful by relying on past habits.

Zhu Wuji was shaken, but quickly calmed down and became smug, adopting his usual contemptuous attitude:

"Zhu Wuyao, have you ever thought about how disappointed your elders in the clan would be to have a junior like you who indiscriminately kills innocent people?!"

"My family has maintained a good reputation for generations, but it has been cut off and the line has been wiped out by you!"

"You are a disgrace to our Zhu family, a disgrace to our ancestors!"

That's certainly true.

Putting aside the fact that the original owner of this body is dead, even the current Zhu Wuyao has no intention of continuing the family line. Moreover, this time when he returns to the Zhu family in Dongji City, he will inevitably settle old scores.

Those who harmed the original owner will not escape.

On the contrary, Zhu Wuji... Zhu Wuyao looked at him seriously and found that he really did not intend to continue living.

Zhu Wuyao slowly stood up.

With this action, Zhu Wuji took a step back.

It seems... he's still afraid of death. His earlier arrogance and recklessness had a hint of bluffing.

He tossed and caught the stone in his hand a few times, then released it and smashed it down. The stone flew through the air, and the force between the pushing and the resistance almost turned it into dust, carrying immense power as it hurtled towards him.

The moment she stood up, Zhu Wuji turned to run away. Hearing the sound of something breaking through the air behind him, he immediately turned around, drew his sword, and used his spiritual power to block it.

The protective spiritual shield shattered in an instant.

Zhu Wuyao casually tossed a stone, which sent him flying back a hundred meters, crashing heavily into the barrier and spitting out blood.

"How dare you... how dare you attack me...!"

The next instant, Zhu Wuyao appeared in front of him and kicked him in the waist. Zhu Wuji immediately flew towards the opposite side.

When I first arrived at the desolate mountain, I thought that Senior Wu had set up a barrier in advance as a precaution.

But now it has become his prison.

Zhu Wuji's body slammed heavily onto the barrier, feeling as if all his bones were about to shatter. He landed among the grass and dust, and only then did he finally realize that "Zhu Wuji wanted to kill him."

There was only one thought in my mind—run!

As soon as he landed, ignoring the excruciating pain all over his body, he tried to get up and escape the barrier.

But as soon as he raised his head, a bright sword shadow flashed before his eyes, and Zhu Wuji felt a chill run down his spine, freezing on the spot.

The bladeless sword was stuck diagonally in the ground, and the angle it formed with the ground was temporarily resting on Zhu Wuji's neck.

Zhu Wuyao walked forward unhurriedly.

She bent down and gripped the hilt of the sword, maintaining a posture where she could strike at any moment.

Under the murderous gaze, Zhu Wuji nervously swallowed, feeling his limbs go weak, and the sword in his hand had fallen to his side and he could no longer pick it up.

He forced an ugly, ferocious, ingratiating smile and said:

"Sister, we...we used to play and fight like this all the time when we were little, do you remember?"

"do not remember."

Zhu Wuyao truly doesn't remember.

The original owner's memories are like faded dreams; they don't usually conflict with her own memories unless she actively tries to recall them.

Upon hearing Zhu Wuyao's words, Zhu Wuji froze.

At this moment, he was filled with fear of death and couldn't think of anything else. The words his fellow disciples had used to humiliate him during their discussion of stories before the Sword Trial in the Void Realm flashed through his mind. Zhu Wuji's voice trembled as he said:

“We siblings can… we can be like in those stories, I’ll be your follower, and you… if I do anything wrong, you’ll teach me… yes! You teach me!”

Zhu Wuyao coldly interrupted him, asking:

Do you know why I look down on you?

Her gaze shifted to the sword that had slipped from Zhu Wuji's hand. The blade was still gleaming with spiritual light, indicating it still had the power to fight, but the swordsman had already surrendered.

Before Zhu Wuji could answer, she continued:

"While I patiently listened to your nonsense, you didn't even have the courage to grip your sword again."

"From beginning to end, you were not worthy to wield a sword."

Zhu Wuyao pushed the hilt of his sword forward, and with a flash of cold light, the blade slashed downwards, and a head fell to the ground.