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

Chapter 482 Returning to Rightful Place

The spirit pen shook its head and said:

"From what I see of your past life, although there are legends of gods and ghosts, the brilliance of your civilization was not created by borrowing the spiritual power of heaven and earth."

"The continuation of civilization does not depend on the way of heaven, so the survival of living beings is not limited by fate."

"What you depend on, you will be destroyed by."

"Your world won't be destroyed by the laws of nature; it's more likely to be destroyed by technology."

"Past life and present life are two completely different relationships between heaven and man. Even if there is such a thing as destiny, it will only truly take effect on you in this world."

Zhu Wuyao has recovered some of her memories from the cultivation world. In those few memories, the Spirit Brush wouldn't have spoken so much. She sighed:

"You seem to be a wise man."

Lingbi nodded matter-of-factly and said:

"Because I am the sum of the intelligence of all those who have been devoured, and I have traveled the world with you for twenty years, coupled with my own computing power constantly deducing, I can certainly be considered a wise person!"

Zhu Wuyao accurately grasped the key word—the one being devoured.

And she noticed Lingbi's innocent and naive attitude.

He paused in piecing together his memories, then asked cautiously, "Did my future self ever feed you?"

"No, I knew you couldn't afford it."

Hearing this, Zhu Wuyao felt slightly relieved.

If the sacrifice of morality only resulted in this outcome of scattered memories and near-eternal sleep, then she has pawned morality far too cheaply.

Lingbi chatted with Zhu Wuyao with great interest.

Seeing that she had pieced together Osmanthus Wine, Red Dust Immortal, and Knight's Journey from Nanli City, she spoke up to remind her:

"Actually, you already have your own will and can wake up at any time."

"It's okay to let go of some bad memories."

Zhu Wuyao's will stared at the scene in the fragments.

She saw the raging flood, knew that all her previous efforts had ended in failure, but this was the path she had come from; if she had been even a fraction different, she wouldn't be who she was.

Once her will merged with this memory, she suddenly fell silent.

The speed at which memories are pieced together has also increased significantly.

It's like eagerly turning many pages of a book, wanting to see how the story ends.

The pen sighed silently:

"This method worked for you before, allowing you to travel all over the country without stopping, and it will still work for you now."

Zhu Wuyao pieced together the memories of entering the Star-Picking Tower and passing through the mountain gate. He was looking at the little girl holding a copper coin in the fragment when he heard the spirit pen teasing him like that, and finally stopped.

She said, "I knew I must have found her, otherwise I wouldn't have risked my life so easily."

"But it's been almost three years already."

If Ji Yuezhang doesn't see her for a long time, he might risk his life.

She was right.

Outside, Ji Yuezhang is worried about her.

Especially in the last three years, scattered rumors have drifted through the martial arts world, mentioning "Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn"—

"No wonder this person was once famous, but then disappeared without a trace."

"Some people have heard rumors that the so-called Silent Daoist is actually Luo Ye Yao Qiu of the Star-Picking Tower. Back then, he went on a killing spree in Tongzhou, not only slaughtering all the people of the Seven Illusions of Star Pointing, but also killing dozens of cultivators from the Giant Que Sect."

"That's why you changed your identity and went to the Qingyun Sect!"

"Do you remember three years ago when the Qingyun Sect cultivators swaggered through the area to explore a secret realm? Luoye Yaoqiu went there specifically for that secret realm!"

"It's just a rumor. It's said that the secret realm was originally the territory of divination cultivators. It's said that Zhu Wuyao stole a cultivation technique from the Star-Picking Tower, and the sequel to the technique is in that secret realm..."

"That makes sense! No wonder there were rumors that Zhu Wuyao perished together with those cultivators from the Qingyun Sect! When I first heard that news, I was dismissive, wondering what her cultivation level was, that she was worthy of dying alongside a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Qingyun Sect. Turns out she had a secret technique, tsk tsk tsk..."

"That doesn't make sense, I heard that Master Wuyan is still alive..."

"That's why this is so mysterious. Do you think that secret technique is really that powerful, allowing her to escape from the Qingyun Sect?"

"Is this Master Wuyan not the same Master Wuyan as before?"

"Hey! The Juque Sect has been keeping a close eye on Daoist Wuyan, preferring to kill the innocent rather than let him go. Now that there's only one Daoist Wuyan, who else could it be but Zhu Wuyao!"

"These falling leaves inviting autumn are truly amazing!"

"They stole the secret techniques of the Star-Picking Tower, killed dozens of cultivators from the Giant Sword Sect, caused the Qingyun Sect group to die in the secret realm, and also committed the crime of massacring the Seven Illusions of the Star-Pointing Sect..."

A man dressed as a scholar was gazing quietly at a woman not far away.

That woman was Ji Yuezhang.

She had heard many of these rumors.

But he never believed it.

Since the Juque Sect was in the wrong, and there was more to the story about the Seven Illusions of the Star-Picking Pavilion, then the theft of the Star-Picking Pavilion's secret techniques and the sordid affair with the Qingyun Sect might not be the whole picture.

The key is--

The dead are not worth ruining their reputation.

Recently, however, these rumors have sprung up, seemingly trying to portray A Yao as an utterly wicked, heinous, and monstrous villain.

Ji Yuezhang was not a fool.

Through these obvious acts of slander, she could tell that A-Yao was definitely not dead, but was certainly in danger.

Just as she was pondering what else she could do, she suddenly sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy beside her. She realized that she had somehow become isolated from the outside world.

A monk dressed as a scholar approached her, bowed, and said gently:

"Miss Ji."

Ji Yuezhang was initially very wary, but after recognizing the person who had arrived, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and quickly said:

"So it's Brother Shen from Zhaixing Tower. Do you know anything about A-Yao?"

Shen Anzhi saw her anxious expression, but still shook his head under her expectant gaze and said:

"I am also looking for her whereabouts."

A look of worry appeared between Ji Yuezhang's brows. Then, remembering something else, she looked at Shen An with a hint of wariness and asked:

"Brother Shen, are you looking for her because of the secret technique stolen from the Star-Picking Tower?"

Shen Anzhi shook his head and said, "Junior Sister Zhu never stole the secret techniques of the Star-Picking Tower. If anything, she only exchanged Shen Xun's luck for it."

"impossible!"

Ji Yuezhang stood up, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes. When she spoke again, she changed "Brother Shen" to "Fellow Daoist Shen," and said:

"Fellow Daoist Shen, let's not talk about theft or not. Does Shen Xun have any good luck? Just from what people say, we can tell that A Yao is now burdened with troubles. If he had a choice, who would be willing to embark on such a path?"

"If we're talking about theft, it's you, Zhaixinglou, who stole Ayao's life, which didn't have so many ups and downs. It should be you, Zhaixinglou, who gave Ayao's life back."

Shen Anzhi listened to this speech, his expression unchanged, still maintaining his gentle demeanor, and said:

"My purpose in coming down the mountain this time is to restore everything to its proper place."