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

Chapter 559 The Tacit Understanding of Villains

From that day on, Zhang Zhihan's little animals stayed up all night, appearing around the Juque Sect, and began to silently gather clues.

When Zhu Wuyao observed his base through the purple aura, he discovered that the hastily drawn map had been reworked and made more concise and clear.

Many simple line drawings have been turned into text labels.

At the pairing area for the little rabbits, a sign was put up—

"Do not look at what is improper."

Zhu Wuyao shifted his gaze to the various pieces of information laid out across the base, and said to Song Kezi beside him:

"Wu Wei is cautious and alert. He doesn't leave the Juque Sect unless absolutely necessary. He is the senior brother of the current Juque Sect leader. He has no obvious bad habits, lives a simple life, and his residence is protected by array formations. He never allows his disciples to enter."

Therefore, Zhang Zhihan's animals could not get close.

Among the various sects, the sect leader is not necessarily the strongest in terms of strength, but rather the one whose overall qualities are more suitable for the position.

For example, the leader of the Taibai Sect has an excellent temperament. The previous leader judged him to be "pure and free from worldly dust, and will live a thousand years without worry." Therefore, after he took over as leader, the Taibai Sect has been more inclined to live a carefree life and govern by non-interference for the past few hundred years.

He rarely causes trouble.

Sects like Qingyun Sect and Zhaixing Tower are powerful because their leaders are so strong that no one can rival them.

As for the Juque Sect, due to severe internal strife, the previous sect leader feared being purged, so he found someone he could control to take over the position.

To say that he is the current leader of the Juque Sect is an overstatement.

It's more accurate to say it's mediocre.

This is precisely why the factional struggles within the Juque Sect have reached this point.

He lacked the ability to centralize power.

After the old sect leader passed away, the various factions could only divide up the power, and in their intricate web of relationships, they were able to check and balance each other, maintaining a precarious balance.

Wu Wei's lineage is extremely powerful within the Juque Sect.

This is why Zhu Wuyao chose him.

If she could risk killing this person, the various factions within the Juque Sect would be the first to divide the spoils, and there would be chaos for a while, giving her a brief respite.

Zhu Wuyao continued:

"The mountain where this person lives, Jiaoling, is nested with layers of formations from the foot to the top. Any unusual movement may attract Wu Wei's attention."

Song Kezi lay in the cave, holding a charcoal stick, writing and drawing, like a primary school student forced to do homework.

He nodded repeatedly, as if he had listened, but also seemed rather perfunctory, and said:

"Ah! So you didn't want to take advantage of his absence, but instead set your sights on his formation."

"Zhu Wuyao, I have a plan!"

"How about we have your spy in the Juque Sect pretend to accidentally trigger the formation to cover up your tampering?"

Hearing this half-hearted "scheme," Zhu Wuyao smiled magnanimously and said:

"I also have a plan."

"How about I poison you to make you mute and throw you at the entrance of the Juque Sect to attract everyone's attention, while I take the opportunity to attack their Jiaoling Ridge?"

Zhu Wuyao already had a plan in mind.

She discussed this with Song Kezi because everyone's thinking has blind spots. At this time, you need someone with a completely different way of thinking to fill in the gaps.

Of course, she wouldn't let Song Kezi offer advice.

If you listen to him completely, you will only lead yourself to a dead end.

Furthermore, Zhu Wuyao could vaguely sense that ever since Song Kezi realized that the Juque Sect had a powerful enemy, he seemed to have guessed something but kept it to himself.

He guessed far more than what was said.

That was a tacit understanding unique to evil people.

Song Kezi propped himself up on his elbow, rested his chin on his hand, looked at Zhu Wuyao, smiled, and said:

"I dare say it, but you wouldn't believe it!"

"Since that powerful enemy knows you can foresee the future, why did he deliberately spread rumors that you went to the chaotic south? Maybe it was to get rid of you and prevent you from causing trouble?"

"In my opinion... there must be a great treasure there!"

Without an invitation, it's difficult to discern the truth of this statement.

Song Kezi's words have a peculiar quality, making them difficult to discern using lie detection techniques, because even if what he says is a lie, it may come true.

But a few things are certain—

The formidable enemy has not yet escaped his predicament. If this golden opportunity to sow discord is missed, and if it is delayed any longer, the enemy may actually seize power. Moreover, the Juque Sect has not made any unusual moves recently and has not set any traps for her.

Therefore, this trip only carries risks, but it won't make things worse.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Zhu Wuyao bought the latest issue of "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" and decided to put it into practice tonight.

As endless forms unfolded, my consciousness was completely blank.

This means she will not be able to see the next two issues of "Ten Thousand Book Reviews".

It's possible that after receiving the letter, Mr. Li withdrew the Ink Trace Bookstore from the south; it's possible that the Juque School discovered "Ten Thousand Volumes of Book Reviews" and began to ban the publication of tabloids; or it's possible that she was seriously injured in the battle, fled, or died.

However, the last possibility is less likely.

Because she can see the future of passersby, if she dies, she will drag Song Kezi down with her, and the world will be in chaos. Even if she dies, she will be able to return justice to Heaven, but in a more extreme and turbulent way.

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night.

Zhu Wuyao hid among the Juque Sect.

Song Kezi was taken into the Pinghe Cauldron, where she communicated with the spirit brush in her consciousness:

"The cause and effect I've sown these past few days should have proceeded without error?"

The spirit pen's voice confirmed this, while also offering a reminder:

"Every step must be perfectly executed; opportunities are fleeting. Even if every step is flawless and all the timing, location, and circumstances are in your favor, you cannot guarantee absolute success!"

"Entering the Juque Sect and killing Elder Wuwei is an extremely risky undertaking."

"You will not die, because there are still enough illusory beings; they will pay for your life."

"But if it's something absolutely impossible, even if you try to scoop the moon's reflection from the water and exhaust all your illusory forms, you still won't succeed. It might even completely sever your future, leaving only your original self. You must act according to your abilities!"

If the success rate of something is one in ten thousand, then Zhu Wuyao would need at least ten thousand illusory world bodies to ensure that one of them has a chance of success.

Other illusory bodies may not have had time to act or have encountered danger, and may be able to return to their original positions.

They could also be seriously injured or die on the spot.

Therefore, every time "scooping the moon from the water" is used, it is a war of attrition.

"Don't worry, I will definitely get a good price for my future."

She stared intently at the gate of the Juque Sect.

Not far away, several disciples who had gone to Nanli City for pleasure and were returning late were pushing and shoving each other toward the mountain gate, reeking of alcohol and uttering vulgarities.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Wuyao thought to himself, "The Juque Sect is doomed sooner or later."

Her breathing was barely audible, faintly echoing the calls around her.

Voices could be heard coming from ahead:

"You're on guard duty again today? Here, have some rose-flavored chicken I brought from down the mountain, hiccup—"