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

Chapter 60 The Doctor and the Butcher

Elder Chi became interested.

Hey, this little girl, she certainly knows how to put on a good show!

Do you think he's easy to fool?

Looking back, he felt that the phrase "saving one person and collecting the remains of three hundred and twenty-one others" was written in the same style.

This person has probably forgotten that he is supposed to enter the Star-Picking Tower.

Why not cast a divination yourself and find out?

Thinking this, he took out a few simple sticks, about two or three inches long.

Judging from its appearance, although it is simple and plain, it is exceptionally straight, as if it was carefully selected.

Elder Chi flicked his finger, and the sticks arranged themselves in mid-air, splitting into 72 on the left and 27 on the right, causing the registration form to float in the middle.

To understand the ultimate meaning of numbers, we must trace back to their origins.

He wanted to see what was going on!

"disease!"

With a command given, the small sticks in the air began to rotate around the list, and countless phantoms seemed to appear in the void.

The wooden sticks moved like fish swimming in the sea, weaving through each other. The faster they went, the more afterimages they created, dazzling the eyes.

Elder Chi frowned slightly, realizing that something was amiss.

"end!"

The stick suddenly stopped.

Countless phantoms intertwined, resembling a wooden cage, with even more intersecting and moving horizontally and vertically.

It was extremely messy.

"List!"

With a soft exclamation, countless wooden sticks suddenly began to tremble, as if they were arranging themselves to arrive at the final result.

Elder Chi nodded slightly.

He said that he had cultivated his mind and character over the years and was more in sync with the Great Way, so how could he not even understand the good deeds of a junior?

As the arrangement of the sticks gradually became more orderly, Elder Chi was about to start calculating.

Suddenly, a wooden stick swept across, passing through layers of blockade and piercing through the nearly still platoon.

It fell to the ground with a clatter.

With this unexpected event, the wooden sticks that were completely sealed off suddenly began to tremble again, with the amplitude increasing and the trembling continuing!

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Elder Chi shouted "Stop!" three times, but the wooden sticks, which should have been neatly arranged, became disorganized and scattered into a mess.

"not good!"

As soon as the sound fell, the countless small sticks suddenly came together and broke apart.

Elder Chi stared blankly at the broken wooden stick on the ground, as if his heart had also been torn in two.

"No! My stick—"

These high-quality wooden sticks were made from countless large, lush, and vigorous trees he found in the back mountains; each one was carefully selected by him!

It embodies so many days of his hard work!

Each and every one of them was the one he found most pleasing to the eye on the entire tree…

Now, it has been broken into exactly two hundred and ninety-eight and four hundred and thirty-six segments!

As Elder Chi was overcome with grief, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he picked up a small stick from the ground, throwing it to his right rear—

"Why--!"

A red figure fell to the ground.

Ye Xiaozhou rubbed her calf and greeted him casually:

"Elder Chi, it's good to see you here! The food in the kitchen is quite good today. I'll bring it over for you!"

After saying that, he tried to hop out on one leg, but he bumped into the barrier.

She rubbed her forehead and simply sat down on the ground.

"Elder Chi, I was just passing by."

Elder Chi, now shrouded in a low-pressure aura, asked with a chilling sneer:

"Really? You didn't see anything, you didn't even see my stick break?"

Ye Xiaozhou nodded repeatedly. Then, a thought struck her, and she said:

"Yes! Where did your wooden stick break? It was supposed to be neatly arranged on the table tonight!"

Elder Chi was about to nod and praise him, saying, "This young man is teachable."

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaozhou's figure slowly faded away.

Elder Chi looked up and saw Ye Xiaozhou waving goodbye to him from outside the barrier!

When she saw him looking over, she turned and ran away.

They vanished in an instant.

Elder Chi shook his head helplessly. This little brat is getting more and more lawless.

After cremating the sticks on the ground, he turned around and picked up the registration form again.

"How can cause and effect be so chaotic..."

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Zhu Wuyao was unaware that she had already squandered a significant portion of the Zhaixinglou Elder's fortune before even entering the sect.

She is diligently practicing the Swift Movement Technique.

After guiding Qi into her body, Zhang Zhihan gave her several basic cultivation techniques from the cultivation world. Those techniques could be bought with spirit stones and did not involve the secret teachings of the Star-Picking Pavilion.

In the art of creating fireballs, she probably won't become an arsonist in the cultivation world. Although she can use them, she can't control them with ease.

The Five Elements Body Tempering Exercise is showing initial results.

At least when I wield a sword, I won't be so tired that I can't lift my arm.

I wonder when I will be able to obtain a sword technique manual. Although the Qingyun Sect is a gathering place for sword cultivators, it is a pity that I cannot let myself be a lamb to the slaughter before I have the strength.

That place is no longer for me.

However, this Swift Movement Technique is an essential skill for venturing into the cultivation world and escaping for one's life, and it cannot be ignored.

It was jumping around in the yard, trying to leap onto the treetops.

When he jumped halfway up, he suddenly realized that the tree branch was gone.

Zhu Wuyao narrowed his eyes slightly, took a few quick steps in mid-air to dodge, and landed safely. He heard a voice coming from the treetops:

"With a heart that yearns, a will that follows, and a body that achieves, you must believe that you can fly!"

She looked at the figure on the treetop and asked hesitantly:

"I...I want to fly higher?"

"Hmm."

Ye Xiaozhou leaped down lightly, like a startled swallow skimming the eaves.

"Have you finished writing the next installment of your story? Is there any way to remove that wisp of demonic energy?"

She had only been back in Beixuan for a few days when she was confronted by readers who came to her door demanding more updates.

It was the reader who had saved his life.

Who could refuse that?

Welcoming the person into the house, and as usual handing them an apple, Ye Xiaozhou looked at the apple in his hand with some disdain and asked:

"Why is it apples again? Don't you have anything else to eat?"

A question mark slowly rose above Zhu Wuyao's head.

He reached out and snatched the apples from her hand, took a bite out of one, and said:

"Then don't eat it."

Ye Xiaozhou looked at his empty hands, then at the two apples in Zhu Wuyao's hands.

They took it back.

He turned to the other side, took a bite of the apple, placed it on the table, and gave her a bright smile.

Great, there are two more decorative items on the table now.

Zhu Wuyao prides himself on being magnanimous and not arguing with her, but in reality, it's because he lacks the power to back down and is just tolerating it for now.

The desire to enhance one's strength is stronger than ever before.

If one day she becomes a Nascent Soul cultivator, she will definitely tie up Ye Xiaozhou and bury him in a pile of apples.

Ye Xiaozhou was still pressing for the sequel to the story, so Zhu Wuyao, relying on his skills in fortune telling and swindling, solemnly made up a story for her.

He secretly thought to himself, "If I become a Nascent Soul cultivator in the future, I will plant apple trees all over the entire Northern Xuan City."

Ye Xiaozhou, unaware of her grand ambitions, listened contentedly to the rest of the story.

Before leaving, he winked at her and said:

"I haven't forgotten how you tried to corrupt my Dao heart. We'll settle the score when you get to the Star-Picking Tower, haha~"

Watching her departing figure, Zhu Wuyao finally understood what Ye Xiaozhou wanted to do so late at night instead of sleeping.

Is this a way of letting someone know that they've passed the first round of screening at the Star-Picking Tower?

I wonder what kind of assessment will come next...