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

Chapter 473: Keeping Filial Piety

Zhu Wuyao's disappearance did not cause much of a stir.

In the cultivation world, apart from those like her who have very poor talent and rely on fortuitous encounters instead of meditation, it is common for ordinary cultivators to go into seclusion for a year or two.

If one chooses to live in seclusion or travel to hidden realms, then it would take even longer.

So, Zhu Wuyao never showed up, only occasionally mentioned by someone during casual conversation.

Haven't you heard any signs of autumn leaves falling lately?

This is an ordinary monk.

However, those divination and sword cultivators who knew the secrets and were powerful knew that Zhu Wuyao's disappearance this time was extraordinary.

Elder Chi was fiddling with his little wooden stick again.

"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, it's no use urging me, even you can't find me, I... sigh!"

Elder Bai remained unsmiling, fiddling with the water mirror and the talismans beside the wheel, and said:

"The Juque Sect is a mixed bag, so Ge ​​Mingsheng volunteered to change his appearance and infiltrate the sect to avenge his parents."

"I wonder if we can find the location of the treasured artifact of the Juque Sect."

Elder Chi sighed and said, "I heard that Zhu Wuyao's divination revealed that she is destined to be a disciple of the Juque Sect."

"Several times, I tried to change Ge Mingsheng's fate and send him to the Star-Picking Tower."

"I never expected it to turn out this way, just like the divination."

In this matter, no one is more suitable to go undercover than Ge Mingsheng. She is resolute, extremely adaptable, and harbors deep hatred for the Juque Sect while feeling grateful to Zhu Wuyao.

Even if they reach a high position where they can access the treasure of the sect, the Giant Sword, they will never be turned against them; instead, they will try every means to steal the Giant Sword.

There was a more suitable candidate for Zhaixinglou, because Ge Mingsheng had appeared in Tongzhou.

But she was deeply determined and made all the necessary preparations.

Sect Leader Fang was somewhat worried. Zhu Wuyao had disappeared so completely, and that secret realm was also gone. Even with her cultivation level, it would be difficult to find her.

She had to guess—

Perhaps it was because the demon race made a mistake in their journey across the lake that unexpected and unforeseen changes occurred in the secret realm.

This led to a desperate struggle between Zhu Wuyao, the secret realm, the spirit brush, and the treasures of Qingyun Sect.

If Zhu Wuyao were to meet his end, Zhaixinglou would not be without countermeasures.

However, even though the soul fire had been extinguished, and all the signs pointed to the person's death, Sect Leader Fang still felt that Zhu Wuyao could survive. He even wanted to find Song Kezi and have him say a few more prophecies that could "create something from nothing".

Song Kezi always believed that he had the ability to curse, but that was not the case.

However, he is quite dangerous, and Zhaixinglou is deliberately leading him down the wrong path of cultivation.

Because of the grudge from the sword strike from Xiaotian Sect, Song Kezi harbored deep hatred for Zhu Wuyao.

They curse at the drop of a hat.

How can we then offer positive wishes?

Thinking of this, Sect Leader Fang wanted to sigh even more. For some reason, Song Kezi seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians—

Logically speaking, a person who possesses this power of "blessing" would only harbor absolute malice and would not have any goodwill. It would be virtually impossible for them to have kind thoughts towards others and thus unintentionally make a blessing.

But surprisingly, he had a sudden epiphany and started wishing himself well.

Although the probability is low, perseverance will prevail.

Who knows, one of those words might actually come true.

However, Sect Leader Fang could not eliminate future troubles at this time, because Song Kezi's affinity for divination was extremely deep. If she could not resolve the calamity of the Heavenly Dao in her lifetime, her work would remain unfinished...

If the world continues to operate according to its previous rules, then Song Kezi would be the best candidate to offer the purple aura.

Besides these trivial matters, Sect Leader Fang also had to be wary of the Qingyun Sect's secret schemes.

Because she and Afeng arrived at the secret realm first and killed the other spying cultivators, the news of the loss of the treasures of the Zhaixing Tower and Qingyun Sect was known only to the two sects themselves.

In addition, this kind of thing is not used easily under normal circumstances.

That's enough to keep it a secret from the other sects.

However, Qingyun Sect is powerful, and with the return of the sword path and the increased strength of its disciples, it is inevitable that they will try to tear off a piece of flesh from Zhaixing Tower now that they know it is easy to bully.

Gu Yiguan, who was handling the two border matters, had been frowning a lot lately.

Forcing ordinary people to move out is tantamount to giving up territory, which is equivalent to giving the Qingyun Sect room to take advantage of them.

They forbade mortals from moving away, but the area had become a turbulent place where lives were at risk, and the presence of cultivators could not guarantee absolute safety.

These various dilemmas left Gu Yiguan unable to smile or make a decision.

There is no peace without a cause.

It always comes at the cost of sacrifices made in secret.

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In the past year or two, the legend of the "wishing well" has become increasingly popular.

“My elders said that this is a mysterious, uncharted realm with no fixed entrance. It all depends on whether this opportunity will come your way.”

"There's no such thing as a lucky break. You can only look, not take. After going in and wandering around, who actually bought anything?"

In a restaurant where monks often gather, people are having a lively discussion about the wishing well.

Someone nearby leaned over and said:

"Have you heard of it? A pill refiner went in and set up a pill-refining furnace on the spot. She used the thousand-year-old spiritual plants she collected as ingredients, and the main ingredient was ten thousand years old. In the end, she successfully refined a pill that increased her cultivation power."

"Just as I was about to take it, the god of death wielding a scythe appeared again."

"In the end, he was rescued by the nameless senior in the secret realm and thrown out."

Upon hearing this anecdote, a cultivator asked curiously, "Where are the pills?"

"Alas, the senior accepted that pill! Isn't this just deceiving others and then using it to refine pills for himself in the secret realm?!"

Not far from this table, a cultivator carrying a sword was drinking alone. The scabbard was covered in dust, and it was unclear whether it was just an ornament to show off, as it didn't look like it had ever been used.

Hearing them mention the wishing well, I looked up and glanced at it from afar, then lowered my head and filled my cup again.

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The spirit pen was wronged.

Why would it covet other people's elixirs?

As everyone knows, it never eats junk food. The best supplement is Lu Tiaotiao, which can keep you going for a very long time.

Therefore, those pills and spiritual herbs were not collected by this "nameless predecessor" at all.

Rather, this world is all an illusion.

Nothing can be taken away.

If you become too tainted by the things of this world, you will never be able to leave. How can you move forward if your luggage is too full?

It flew into the Pinghe Cauldron, sighing deeply.

"In the blink of an eye, I've almost been observing three years of mourning for you."

Lingbi had planned well beforehand: to bring in more cultivators, find one who caught his eye, and let them roam freely in the secret realm. But unfortunately, the quality of the cultivators was too poor, and he couldn't find a single one he liked.

It's one thing for them to scheme against each other, but the real problem is that they don't use their schemes and tricks cleverly enough.

Or they would grovel and bow every step of the way, begging this magical pen to take them as disciples!

And then there are those who, facing the pursuit of skeletons, stage dramatic scenes—

"You go first!"

"No, we'll go together!"

"Slaying God Venerable, spare her life! If you must kill, kill me instead!"

"I'll stop it, you go quickly!"

vomit!

What do you mean, "Let's go together!"

Can we die together?