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

Chapter 579 Art

Zhu Wuyao blocked the entrance to the Juque Sect, and after slashing down with his sword, he delayed for a few breaths.

Without lingering in the fight, she turned and ran.

Today's Juque Sect is not like before, where she could fight her way in and out. If Zhu Wuyao hesitates even a moment longer, Fu Shan could probably keep her here completely, which would be no different from walking into a trap.

All she had to do was delay the crowd for ten breaths while they were caught off guard.

Besides buying Ge Mingsheng a chance to escape, another purpose of coming here in person was to see who the master of the Giant Que Array was.

Now, Ge Mingsheng has escaped due to the karma she set up many days ago, and Zhu Wuyao not only knows the name of the Giant Que Array Master, but also what she looks like.

Everything is done; there's no point in lingering any longer.

With the combined counterattack of several array cultivators, Zhu Wuyao was able to leave almost unscathed.

The Juque Sect cultivators arrived empty-handed.

The moment Zhu Wuyao turned to flee, Fu Shan unexpectedly did not try to stop her.

A sand table, radiating spiritual light, appeared in the void.

The mountains and rivers of the south seem to be confined here, silent for thousands of years within this small space.

At some point, one of the countless scattered points of light went dark.

Fu Shan's gaze fell on a certain flag marker, his expression turning slightly gloomy, and he laughed in extreme anger.

"Ha... You've got guts, daring to snatch someone from under my nose..."

Gu Yiguan's judgment of Fu Shan was extremely accurate.

Arrogant and ruthless, haughty and confident.

Zhu Wuyao's arrival at the Juque Sect was as if he were in an empty place, and his brazen abduction of people was seen by Fu Shan as a blatant provocation.

Fu Shan absolutely could not tolerate this.

She would not act normally if she did not retaliate immediately.

A finger pointed to a spot, and as the sand table tilted, seemingly real sand particles fell like a starry silver screen.

She went inside, and disappeared along with the sand table.

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May you travel swiftly without being invited.

His figure appeared and disappeared several times, as fast as lightning that ripped through the sky, as if pursuers were closing in from behind.

She never underestimated Fu Shan.

Even though she didn't sense the pursuer's presence, she didn't dare to lower her guard at all, assuming that Fu Shan was searching for her trail and wanted to use a large formation to trap and kill her.

I spent the whole day outsmarting the air.

Zhu Wuyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the strategy of striking once and then running away, without giving the Juque Sect a chance to react, is still effective.

Fu Shan seemed unable to track her down.

Even after confirming that there were no pursuers behind him, Zhu Wuyao still dared not let his guard down and carefully reviewed the next issue of "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" that Wujin had been eyeing.

There was no other noteworthy news.

Regarding Ge Mingsheng's matter, it seems to have come true as reported in the tabloid "Licheng Takes Action"—

After searching the surrounding area, the members of the Juque Sect speculated that this "masked person" must be from Licheng.

As the past was unearthed, everything became connected.

Back then, Ge Mingsheng was cursed with a Gu poison. The Gu poison was obtained by the people of Licheng, and her life was in the hands of others. She had no choice but to betray the Juque Sect and become a spy for Licheng.

Everything is connected, at least that's what the Juque Sect monks think.

However, Zhu Wuyao believed that this explanation would not fool Fu Shan.

The people in the nameless village were still within the circle she had drawn. Zhu Wuyao hurried back, wondering how Fu Shan would react.

The next issue of "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" has not yet been published.

Zhu Wuyao is temporarily unable to use the concept of endless forms to foresee major events that will occur in the future.

She has discovered the limitations of this approach.

They can only predict major events.

But they have no way of knowing the little things that happen in private.

Unfortunately, Zhu Wuyao had no choice but to make a big fuss about everything each time, making sure the whole world knew about it. This "arrogant and domineering" style was at odds with her low-key and humble nature...

I wonder how the next issue of "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" will praise this mysterious masked master...

Zhu Wuyao was heading towards the circle on the hilltop with great anticipation.

As we passed a river not far away, we suddenly saw an ordinary person dressed as a traveler sitting by the stream playing an instrument. Although his back was turned, this person, with such leisure and refined taste, still looked like a noble scholar.

She admired it quietly for a while, and felt refreshed and invigorated.

I have no idea what this instrument is. Zhu Wuyao has traveled the world for decades and has never heard of it before.

Just as she was about to continue climbing, she suddenly heard the traveler speak:

"Why did you come back so late?"

"I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Unlike the melodious music, which was clear and bright like the cry of a crane soaring to the heavens and like floating clouds that never fall to the dust, the person's voice was gloomy and hoarse.

The seemingly dusty basement door, with its rusty metal joints and the scraping sound it made when opening and closing, gave off a slightly unsettling feeling.

What the woman said left Zhu Wuyao completely bewildered.

It's even a bit like a ghost story...

For example—she returned too late, and the grand formation she set up malfunctioned, trapping the villagers inside the circle, preventing them from escaping, and causing them to transform into vengeful ghosts…

Zhu Wuyao was amused by his own rich imagination.

She sensed her connection with the villagers through the mark, and only after noticing that everyone was full of energy did she feel relieved and curiously ask:

"Why are you waiting for me?"

Is it possible for cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage to have extraordinary encounters?

Despite his quick wit, Zhu Wuyao calmly released his divine sense to investigate the woman's situation, only to find that his divine sense had no effect whatsoever.

Her heart sank, and she immediately drew her bladeless sword, gripping the hilt, ready to draw it at any moment.

"Do you know what is that can last for a thousand years without decaying?"

Just as Zhu Wuyao was secretly circulating his spiritual power, preparing to retaliate at any moment, the woman calmly stood up, looked towards the mountain stream, and inexplicably asked such a question.

Zhu Wuyao, recalling what the woman had just done, tentatively replied:

"...Is it art?"

"Ah……"

Perhaps touched by Zhu Wuyao's humor, the woman laughed again for no apparent reason.

She turned slowly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Lingbi screamed "Ah!" in her mind's eye, and Zhu Wuyao saw that face.

That disfigured face I'd just seen on the note.

"Fu Shan..."

Zhu Wuyao slowly uttered the name.

She instinctively wanted to draw her sword, but then she remembered the villagers on the mountain not far away, and suppressed the urge to fight back. She stared at that face without moving, her expression changing several times, before suddenly activating her escape technique and fleeing into the distance.

cause and effect--

When she used her endless vision to peer into the villagers' future, she did not see the future where the villagers would perish because of her fight with Fu Shan.

In other words, the real battle between Fu Shan and her will not take place here.

Otherwise, it would alert Zhu Wuyao beforehand.

To prevent her from foreseeing her future fate of being "waiting for him here," Fu Shan designated another location for their confrontation and decided not to make a move there.

In order to avoid affecting the villagers, Zhu Wuyao had no choice but to walk into the trap and flee to a distant place.

Thus, the villagers' prophecy of peace came true.