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

Chapter 441 7 Killing Monument

A friend from the south?

Upon hearing the man's voice in the front hall, Gu Lang jumped up abruptly. He paused for a moment before raising his hand to pat his forehead, remembering the recently renowned Daoist Wuyan, who possessed the ability to disguise himself.

He didn't know what identity Zhu Wuyao was using now, but to avoid suspicion from those with ulterior motives, he didn't rush out to greet him.

After the person was led in, Gu Lang did not speak.

Zhu Wuyao immediately understood that this was to wait for her to reveal her identity so as to avoid mistaking her for someone else and causing inexplicable misunderstandings.

Very good, very cautious.

She waved her hand to set up a barrier, noticing that Gu Lang, who was not far away, tensed up for a moment. Gu Lang only breathed a sigh of relief when she reached out and took off Qianxiang's mask.

He stepped forward, circled Zhu Wuyao twice, and sighed:

"I guessed it was you, but when we met, you were a completely different person. I even wondered if I had mistaken you for someone else!"

"The trouble you caused in Tongzhou is no small matter!"

Zhu Wuyao found a chair, sat down, and said:

"I came here to try my luck, thinking that if you weren't here, I would send the storybook to Bei Xuan by letter, but I didn't expect to run into you."

Hearing this, Gu Lang felt somewhat helpless.

How could you not meet one!

The reason he came to Dongji City was to find Zhu Wuyao, to inquire about his friend's current situation, and to see if there was anything he could do to help.

After hesitating for a moment, he took the initiative to speak:

"You haven't even sent a letter; Miss Ji is very worried about you."

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment.

It seemed unexpected that they would receive news of Ji Yuezhang today.

Since their separation, Zhu Wuyao has been avoiding seeing Ji Yuezhang. She doesn't want to think about how Ji Yuezhang would react if he knew what she had done.

For now, a single word of "concern" is enough.

She didn't even dare to continue the conversation, afraid of learning about Ji Yuezhang's disappointment in her, even if it was just a little bit of dislike, she didn't want to hear it.

Gu Lang is alright; he has some knowledge of the recent situation over the years, which gives him a buffer period to process his own changes.

But for Ji Yuezhang, he might already be unrecognizable—

He woke up to find that the friend who had been clamoring to save the world yesterday was now wreaking havoc in Tongzhou, his body covered in blood.

Zhu Wuyao can understand her "inability to accept" the outcome, but that doesn't mean she can face it without any resentment.

Adhering to the ostrich mentality of "if you don't know, you don't exist," she took the initiative to change the subject.

"You've come at the perfect time. I recently wrote a new storybook and was just about to borrow your help, Young Master Gu, to make some money."

He took the storybook out of his storage bag and pushed it from the table in front of Gu Lang.

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment, then continued:

"If I see the story spread far and wide, I know I am safe and sound."

She paused again, then added:

Even if I am unable to continue, you will always find a way to make my stories famous.

Gu Lang was about to open the masterpiece in his hand when he heard these words. He felt as if he were being entrusted with a child's fate, and immediately shook his head vigorously, refusing repeatedly:

"If you want to use a storybook to let Miss Ji know that you are safe, then you must be safe first!"

"I can't take your place!"

He unfolded the storybook in his hand, placed it on his lap, sighed, and continued:

"Let me write stories under your pen name when you are unable to continue, so that Miss Ji can rest assured... But I am also very worried about you."

"You need to prioritize your own safety and avoid constantly putting yourself in danger."

"Is your argument just to put Miss Ji at ease, without caring about my life or your own?"

Zhu Wuyao was lectured for saying that.

Seeing Gu Lang muttering to himself, the melancholy she felt while caught in the situation dissipated somewhat. She leaned back in her chair, finally relaxing a little.

He smiled and raised his hand, making a "stop" gesture, saying:

"Young Master Gu."

"You should stop reading now. Why don't you look down at a storybook instead? I'll take good care of myself."

Strangely enough, the Nanli Salvation Team, consisting of only three people, could never seem to gather all three together, only managing to pair up in twos.

Seeing that Zhu Wuyao "acknowledged his mistake," Gu Lang stopped muttering and opened the storybook in his hand.

Seeing the book title—

The Seven Killings Stele

Before Gu Lang could even read the rest of the content, he immediately said:

"Are you going to use the pen name 'Youdaoshi'?"

Zhu Wuyao nodded.

"The Three Generations Umbrella," "Ten Days Without Sealing the Blade," and "The Seven Killings Stele"—aren't these book titles in the same style?

In its previous life, the Seven Killings Stele originated from the story of Zhang Xianzhong.

It is said that this person received a prophecy in his dream: "Heaven gives all things to man, but man gives nothing to heaven." After waking up, he claimed that he had received divine guidance.

Zhang Xianzhong acted under the guise of divine will, believing that the masses were foolish, disloyal, and unfilial, thus incurring the wrath of Heaven.

He claimed to the outside world that his killings were in accordance with the will of Heaven, that Heaven wanted him to wash the world in blood and punish the people.

Zhu Wuyao's "The Seven Killings Stele" is based on the story of Zhang Xianzhong.

"Heaven creates all things to nourish man, yet man has nothing to repay Heaven with..."

Gu Lang murmured to himself.

Further down, there's a series of "kill" statements: disloyal people are said to deserve death, unjust people are said to deserve death...

Especially those seven "kill" characters put together.

Zhu Wuyao was already skilled in calligraphy, and he had taken the spiritual brush that he had suspended in his dantian that day. In addition, he had a hidden killing intent in his heart when he put pen to paper. The seven "kill" characters were written on the paper. When Gu Lang saw them, he felt that the sword energy was crisscrossing and shocking.

It seems that if one glance is enough, the chilling killing intent within will burst forth from the paper, blinding the eyes.

"Miss Zhu, your poem, your calligraphy..."

The story of the Seven Killings Stele is a reinterpretation of the story of Zhang Xianzhong, and it is quite different from the original.

As for the poem "Seven Killings" mentioned in the article, Zhu Wuyao cannot confirm whether it was written by Zhang Xianzhong. However, she is a writer of vernacular stories, and there is no such historical fact in the cultivation world, so how to use it is up to her.

Hearing Gu Lang's hesitant words, Zhu Wuyao nodded and said:

"With a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally."

"Or perhaps the murderous intent arises, and the blade is drawn; who knows?"

As he spoke, Zhu Wuyao extended his right hand. With a slight clench of his fingers, the Wufeng Sword instantly solidified. Within the barrier of the back hall, the temperature dropped instantly. Gu Lang touched his arm and felt that even the surrounding air became tense and anxious.

Gu Lang hadn't seen Zhu Wuyao wielding a sword for quite some years.

Seeing the change in her demeanor when she wields a sword, I finally understand that this so-called "change" is a real change.

It wasn't just the word "kill" on the paper that was shocking; what truly chilled people to the bone was Zhu Wuyao wielding the sword.

The sword without edge dissipated again and was retrieved into Zhu Wuyao's body.

She said:

"As you can see, too many people have been killed in Tongzhou, and the killing intent has overflowed and condensed into the tip of the sword."

"But after being calm for too long, my killing intent suddenly became too strong, and I couldn't control it well. Yesterday... I almost attacked a mortal."

Zhu Wuyao raised his hand to rest on the table, rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache, and continued:

"If it were done step by step, it would be fine, but it was done all at once."

"Lately, I've been feeling restless and suffocated, and I'm looking for an opportunity to kill myself."