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

Chapter 578 Flying Ring, Friend in the Box

The road is ruthless.

In their eyes, there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness.

Lingbi's remark was completely beyond Zhu Wuyao's expectations. She recalled the image of the woman in the portrait, which did not conform to the golden ratio or the aesthetics of symmetry. What kind of aesthetic system did Lingbi use?

Before she could ponder for long, the spirit pen's voice rang out again, saying:

"Although the portrait is simple, I can deduce and complete the different patterns of the scars on her face."

As he spoke, a portrait that had been finally selected appeared in his consciousness.

"The way the scars on her face are arranged has a unique quality that fascinates me and whets my appetite!"

"Although I don't understand formations, all paths lead to the same goal, and the distribution of those scars... is in harmony with the Dao."

"The fragments of the Heavenly Dao must have merged with her!"

reasonable.

Zhu Wuyao has normal aesthetic sense. Even if she deliberately uses a face full of scars to kill people, it is to conform to the aesthetics of doing things, because she thinks it is very stylish.

Not because she can't distinguish between beauty and ugliness.

She simply possesses a superior aesthetic sense that transcends that of everyone else.

But then again.

Knowing that these scars were the outward manifestation of fusion with the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, a display of power and strength… Zhu Wuyao nodded solemnly and replied in his divine sense:

"I agree with you. Upon closer inspection, it does indeed have a very distinctive style."

Many people have a flaw: they tend to "put themselves in others' shoes."

Perhaps Fu Shan truly didn't care about appearance, but in Zhu Wuyao's eyes, she always suspected that this person made no attempt to conceal his appearance in order to deliberately show off...

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No one knows what Fu Shan was thinking.

She flipped through Ge Mingsheng's notes, then suddenly let out a cold laugh and read aloud:

"Licheng...she was the only survivor..."

During the Four Sects Immortal Cultivation Conference, the Juque Sect secretly set up a grand formation, intending to sacrifice the lives of the entire city as a sacrifice, both to prepare for the great calamity and to refine magical artifacts.

This matter must not be known to outsiders.

The Juque Sect tried its best to cover it up and erase the matter. Ge Mingsheng survived from Licheng and was also hidden away, so the news did not spread.

Many years later, Licheng rose to prominence and began to rule separately from the Juque Sect. The secret that Ge Mingsheng experienced many years ago has changed with the times, and almost all those who knew about it are now dead.

The remaining people never suspected Ge Mingsheng...

Fu Shan narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of murderous intent in them. She quickly flipped through the booklet in her hand, discovering clues to long-buried old stories.

Like a rope buried in the dust, you find a loose end and pull it down to discover that it has been lying dormant for miles.

At the same time that Ge Mingsheng stepped out of the Juque Sect's mountain gate.

"Clang—!"

Fu Shan slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pulling out a compass from the void and sealing off the mountain-protecting formation.

All disciples are prohibited from entering or leaving the mountain gate.

Countless disciples of the Giant Sword Sect bowed their heads and took off their tokens. The message delivered by the great array that permeated the Giant Sword Sect appeared on the disciple tokens—

"Capture Ge Mingsheng"

With just these five words, the command is concise and clear.

As he issued the order, Fu Shan's divine sense instantly enveloped the entire Juque Sect.

She realized that Ge Mingsheng had guessed who the actual controller of the Juque Sect was, and that she would become suspicious of him. Given his cautious nature, he was probably already preparing to escape.

Ge Mingsheng left the sect.

As they walked steadily forward, before they had taken ten steps, the protective array behind them suddenly changed, completely sealing off both the inside and outside.

She caught her breath.

"Huh? What's going on? Is there news about the disciple token?"

The disciple who opened the door for her hurriedly bent down to retrieve the token. In that instant, Ge Mingsheng decisively activated his escape technique and began to flee forward without regard for anything else.

At that very moment, Fu Shan's divine sense locked onto Ge Mingsheng's whereabouts.

Nearly ten elders of the Juque Sect instantly rose into the air.

They rushed straight towards Ge Mingsheng, intending to drag her back to Fu Shan for interrogation and soul-searching.

The offensive arrived in an instant, and Fu Shanxin felt confident of victory.

But then he suddenly realized he had made a mistake, and his expression darkened slightly.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, and in order to catch this fish, she made quite a fuss.

Ge Mingsheng's deeds flashed quickly through my consciousness.

Could she be related to Zhu Wuyao?

If the two are in contact, this news cannot be kept secret. The impact of sealing off the sect for ten days would be greater than the loss of letting Ge Mingsheng go. Therefore... a divination cultivator who can predict the future will appear at this time.

A masked person suddenly appeared.

They blocked the way for several Nascent Soul stage elders of the Giant Sword Sect.

It was Zhu Wuyao who was invited.

No matter how many times the endless deductions are made, the "cause and effect coincidence" cannot stop these Nascent Soul stage elders. The most cost-effective option is for her to appear here and delay for a moment.

Her aura suddenly dissipated, and she drew her sword without a blade, slashing horizontally forward.

The sudden and powerful enemy caught the elders of the Juque Sect off guard, causing them to all take a step back.

at the same time.

Ge Mingsheng activated his escape technique and fled forward recklessly.

At the fork in the road ahead, a dead tree fell and crashed heavily onto the intersection, raising a cloud of dust. Startled, Ge Mingsheng immediately dodged to the side.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of wind and horses' hooves.

Just as Ge Mingsheng was about to turn around to look, she was caught off guard when a hand reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up without saying a word.

Ge Mingsheng leaped up using the force of the momentum.

She instinctively wanted to deflect the force and retaliate, but to her surprise, the other party suddenly loosened his grip on her as if he had expected it. With a push and a pull, Ge Mingsheng landed on the horse.

The woman who suddenly appeared grabbed the reins, blocked Ge Mingsheng's counterattack with her other hand, and her voice seemed to carry a strange sense of smugness:

"Flying Ring, Friend in the Box, I've saved you!"

Before Mingzhu could explain, he briefly pointed out the truth about the stolen ring and conveyed goodwill.

She was constantly worried that if the friend in the box found out that she had read the notes that had been passed around all this time, and then became angry and wanted to sever ties with her, what would she do?

Unexpectedly, she was fortunate enough to be saved today. Given this favor, the friend in the box would certainly not be so embarrassed as to simply turn around and leave.

Upon hearing this, Ge Mingsheng abruptly stopped her attack, her body still tense with a sense of bewilderment, her eyes filled with tension, confusion, and wariness...

But the woman in front of him released her grip without hesitation and tightened the reins, turning her back to him with apparent trust. Following his instincts, Ge Mingsheng reached out and subdued the stranger's vital points.

But this person seemed completely unconcerned.

A loud whistle pierced the sky.

There was a slight disturbance in the dense forest, as if someone was there. The divine steed moved forward at great speed, carrying the two of them.

"drive!"

The whistling wind brushed past his face, bringing a slight sting that brought Ge Mingsheng back to his senses. He stiffly lowered his hand, which was gripping the woman's groin, and took a deep breath.

In hindsight, she realized that this person was not there to harm her, but to save her.