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

Chapter 540 Pen Pal

"Leaving aside other possibilities, take you for example."

"When you try to catch the moon's reflection in the water, you are in a state of unpredictability. Only when you determine the only reality can it become a constant."

"This doesn't even include higher-dimensional observers or special computing nodes deployed into this world—those are more science fiction-like inferences..."

"In short, I am not omnipotent; there are many ways to circumvent the deductions of Heaven."

"Otherwise, how could you change someone's fate before they even reach the Nascent Soul stage? If there were no margin for error, your divination practitioners would have been wiped out first!"

Zhu Wuyao nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that forcibly exploring Song Kezi is not a wise move. What if the Spirit Brush is infected because it doesn't have a safe interruption mechanism?

When the computer is no longer available, she can't rely on pen and paper for calculations.

With a flick of his finger, he pulled Song Kezi out of the water. He was coughing as he leaned over the cabin, while the small boat leisurely glided along the riverbank and headed towards the shore.

Zhu Wuyao said:

"Song Kezi, from now on, when we travel the world together, if I have a bite of meat to eat, you'll have a bone to gnaw on."

"Your best days are yet to come."

Song Kezi finally stopped coughing, looked up at Zhu Wuyao's back, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

The next instant, he was thrown off the boat by spiritual power, choking on a mouthful of river water. After being pulled back onto the boat, he heard Zhu Wuyao's voice in his ear:

"Watch your eyes."

Song Kezi's eyes, which had been filled with resentment, instantly softened into a gentle, warm smile as she nodded and said, "Okay, okay!"

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The words are divided into two parts.

While Zhu Wuyao broke out of the Star-Picking Tower, kidnapped Song Kezi, and stole the Purple Qi, Ge Mingsheng was risking his life to rush back to the Giant Que Sect.

There were no signs of human intervention in what happened in Licheng.

With such a large number of Yuan Chi Birds breaking through the formation just in time for the massacre of the city, even if Ge Mingsheng were to rush to take the blame, the Ju Que Sect might not believe it.

This matter will eventually reach the Juque Sect.

Not only will news of the Blazing Bird breaking into the city reach you, but also that strange cultivation method...

Ge Mingsheng frowned slightly, his eyes filled with confusion. Back then, that mortal picked up the spirit sword that had fallen to the ground, killed the critically injured and dying Juque Sect cultivator, and then instantly broke through to a higher realm.

She initially thought she had misread it.

Only after confirming multiple times could I be certain.

It's unclear whether this unpredictable event occurred in Licheng due to favorable timing and location, such as a strange reaction caused by the chaos of the formation, or whether similar phenomena have occurred in other places.

She wrote this strange event on a piece of paper and sent it to Master Wuyan via the Flying Ring.

Because the events of that day were so strange, Ge Mingsheng didn't dare to even think about the Daoist Wuyan.

Ge Mingsheng is slowly making her way back to the Juque Sect. Now, the elder she is to "become an apprentice to" has lost his granddaughter, which may be a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Risks coexist with it.

That elder was quite suspicious; if, in his grief, he were to suspect everyone equally, he himself would likely not be the first to be targeted.

Success or failure depends on this.

Ge Mingsheng has always been bold yet meticulous, and this time he's going all out and taking a gamble.

If she succeeds, she will be able to enter the ruling class of the Juque Sect in one fell swoop, and will be one step closer to the sect's treasure.

If she fails, she will have regrets, but no remorse.

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Mingzhu, Cui Heng, and others are heading south.

They did not follow the route through Beixuan, Zhongling, and Nanli, but instead took a much larger detour.

Cui Heng recovered quickly from her injuries. What was fatal to an ordinary person was not so deadly to a cultivator. In addition, the gifts from Zhu Wuyao were a godsend for Mingzhu and Cui Heng, who had just entered the world of cultivation.

Having learned from past mistakes, Zhu Wuyao did not wish to interfere too much in the path of enlightenment, and therefore did not offer many gifts.

The most important of these is the Flying Ring Seal.

Although Mingzhu's cultivation level is high, he is completely clueless about the affairs of the cultivation world. The notes that Ge Mingsheng occasionally hands him and the secrets he mentions are like a cheat code.

"...Mortals killing cultivators to gain cultivation is astonishing; the speed at which their realm advances is unprecedented in history."

Upon hearing the messenger mention this matter, Mingzhu felt a strange tension. She quickly looked down, inexplicably concerned about the other party's attitude.

"If it had been ten or twenty years earlier, and if the monks had been taught to have reverence in their hearts, my parents would not have lost their lives."

She then shifted her focus: "And then I thought, if this matter were to spread, what if cultivators, to avoid retribution, slaughtered all their blood relatives and friends? How many tragedies would result if cultivators deliberately created enmity to allow their juniors to take shortcuts and seize opportunities?"

"However, it is ultimately a good thing, at least it gives people the possibility of resistance."

"If anyone, as a mortal, dares to wield a sword and slay a cultivator, I would admire them, both today and in the past."

Unconsciously, Mingzhu's lips curled up into a smile. For her pen pal, whom she had only seen through letters but never met and could not reply to, she felt a mix of anxious anticipation and excitement.

Judging from his letters, this person has a comprehensive and unbiased view of issues.

Most of the time, her sentences are concise and to the point, but that unusually long letter just now revealed Mingzhu's past with this pen pal. She wondered if she would be angry if she confronted her when they met...

Mingzhu felt that her pen pal, whom she had never met, didn't seem to be a person without a temper...

He memorized the useful information on the note, calculated the possible dates when each sect might block the road, burned the note with a candle to destroy the traces, and put the Flying Ring back into the wooden box.

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Upon receiving the message talisman, Ye Xiaozhou immediately left Changxiao Town and headed towards Zhaixing Tower.

Gu Yiguan didn't know when Zhu Wuyao would think of the purple aura, so he could only sit quietly in the Xuan Shi Academy, spread out Xuan paper on the table, and close his eyes to rest.

The unruly cultivators from other sects around them had all been killed by Ye Xiaozhou. Changxiao Town was safe; at least, nothing that could threaten Gu Yiguan would happen.

She rarely has time to relax.

It wasn't until Li, the city management officer, knocked on the door again that the incident occurred.

Gu Yiguan opened his eyes, opened the courtyard gate, and welcomed Li Yan in:

"sit."

Li Yan repeatedly said he dared not, and stood at a certain distance away, starting to ramble on and on about trivial matters, as if he was just making conversation for the sake of it.

After listening for a few moments, Gu Yiguan guessed why she was doing this: she was on tenterhooks, afraid of being caught making a fuss over something she did wrong.

"Where is the treasury silver?"

As soon as Gu Yiguan brought up the matter, Li Chengguan breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and immediately began to complain and recount his prepared explanations. Gu Yiguan listened patiently, nodding occasionally.

Actually, she trusted Li Yan very much.

After offering her a few words of comfort and clarifying the Star-Picking Tower's stance, Gu Yiguan asked:

"How did the two people in the courtyard spend those ten years?"

"Ah... Senior Sister Gu, actually that Miss Wu is a really good person. She even wanted to take the blame for me..."

Li Yan guessed the true identity of "Miss Wu" but dared not reveal it. He could only pick out what he could say and recount the mundane events of the past ten years.