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

Chapter 433 Everyone performs their duties

If the person in front of Elder Liao were Zhu Wuji, he probably wouldn't have understood the hidden meaning in the words, let alone sensed the test.

But the person in front of him was Zhu Wuyao.

Moreover, today's "guidance" was something Zhu Wuyao had deliberately planned. Apart from the unexpected spiritual blade just now, everything else was within her expectations.

She had already made preparations to make a good impression on Elder Liao.

She shook her head, took out the storybook "The Fake Heiress," presented it to Elder Liao, and said:

“Master, before going to Tongzhou, I thought this book was detestable. People would compare it to their more outstanding relatives all day long. How could the person in question be at peace with that?

"The book makes it sound so easy."

"But after going to Tongzhou, I happened to come across the ending of this book. When I flipped through it again, I saw the line: 'The world is vast, enough to accommodate two people in boundless glory.'"

"I suddenly felt enlightened."

"If I keep comparing myself to her, my achievements in swordsmanship will be limited by her. Such an ending is not what I want. I would rather see more of the scenery elsewhere."

Zhu Wuyao accidentally found a half-written letter in Zhu Wuji's room.

He was angrily criticizing this article.

Using "The Fake Heiress" as an opportunity for "prodigal son to turn back" is not too abrupt.

Moreover, what he just said did not indicate that Zhu Wuji had given up his competitive spirit; it was just a different approach.

Elder Liao glanced at the storybook handed to him but did not reach out to take it.

He simply nodded and said:

"Although I don't like these stories and anecdotes, if they can help you understand this point, then reading them is still beneficial."

"Although I haven't let go of my obsession with her yet, as long as I keep going down this path, I'll eventually achieve something great."

Hearing Elder Liao's affirmation, Zhu Wuyao was slightly doubtful.

Elder Liao showed particular disdain for the casual conversation in the script?

She felt she hadn't written anything that would mislead people, and Elder Liao wasn't the kind of rigid and pedantic person, so where did her dislike for the dialogue come from?

"I wonder... what Master thinks of this book, 'The Fake Heiress'?"

Before Elder Liao arrived, Zhu Wuyao was already writing a new storybook, the content of which was somewhat similar to "The Fake Heiress".

She knew that not everyone could appreciate storybooks.

She was also curious about why Elder Liao disliked storybooks, and if it was helpful advice, she was willing to listen and learn from it.

Elder Liao was indeed not a pedantic person.

Although he was a warrior and had never liked those flowery and literary principles, the storybook was easy to understand, and his dislike for the book did not stem from that.

"Ah, I've flipped through a couple of pages of these famous novels in my spare time."

"It's useless. Those who should see it can't, while those who shouldn't see it get a bellyful of nonsense and hold their heads even higher."

"In my opinion, that so-called Immortal of the Mortal World is not bad."

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment, then took back the copy of "The Fake Heiress" and said:

"The immortals of the mortal world are harmful creatures. They teach people to do good deeds for profit and to seek a good reputation, which only increases the sins of killing."

Elder Liao shook his head and said:

The fault does not lie with the book.

"Alright, stop rambling on about this useless stuff. Hurry up and pick up your sword. What kind of person are you if you can't even hold a sword properly?"

His eyes widened as he remembered the important matter.

He only thought that Zhu Wuji was being lazy by arguing with him, never expecting that the person beneath that exterior was genuinely eager to learn.

Several hours passed.

Elder Liao left satisfied only after correcting Zhu Wuji's bad habit of using a sword.

Looking at his master's retreating figure, Zhu Wuyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She wasn't just pretending to be exhausted; the real reason was that after acting for several hours, Zhu Wuyao was truly physically and mentally drained.

One cannot make too much progress, nor can one become a blockhead. While making progress, one must also conceal one's sword intent.

Zhu Wuyao never expected that Elder Liao would actually teach her something.

She was acting.

However, the mistakes that were not even realized in the first place were naturally not something to be covered up, and were presented to Elder Liao at the same time, along with those intentional errors, which were also corrected.

When Elder Liao's figure had completely disappeared.

Zhu Wuyao raised his hand and set up a barrier.

She returned to her room, and the scribbles on her desk were replaced with unfinished stories.

"Those who should see it can't, while those who shouldn't see it get all the nonsense and condescendingly point fingers at the powerless weak."

Zhu Wuyao picked up the few sheets of Xuan paper, stared at the ink stains on them for a long time, then tore them to shreds. Flames surged from his palm, burning the unfinished storybook to ashes.

When she wrote about the fake heiress, there was a certain element of venting her emotions.

Therefore, too few things were considered; the only hope is that similar tragedies will not be repeated.

Perhaps the original intention was good, but it ultimately became another form of "Why not eat meat porridge?"

She recalled what Elder Liao had said—

"You're saying these Juque Sect cultivators were swindled out of spirit stones, but who ultimately suffers?"

Who else could it be?

They are naturally weaker than them.

As they plunder layer by layer, each level profits from the weaker, and in the end, only those at the very bottom suffer.

This is an inevitable result of the structure.

It cannot be reversed by an individual's efforts.

Zhu Wuyao didn't have such lofty ambitions. The education she received before transmigrating prevented her from being like Gu Yiguan, abandoning everything and using everything to climb to the top.

How to adjust the structure of each layer is something that those in high positions should consider.

But she, living far from the world of martial arts, only cared about what was in front of her.

Each of them can be considered to be performing their own duties.

On the contrary, Elder Liao is a remarkable person.

It has a certain air of profound wisdom appearing as foolishness.

She laid out the Xuan paper again, used the sword sheath as a paperweight to hold down the edge of the paper, ground the ink and held the brush, intending to draft a new story.

The pen tip hovers on the paper.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly asked, "Are you there?"

As this abrupt question was uttered, the spirit brush suspended in the spiritual sea trembled slightly, as if responding to Zhu Wuyao's call.

Upon noticing this, Zhu Wuyao's expression changed slightly.

She put down the brush in her hand, opened her palm, and with a slight thought, the spiritual brush that had been suspended in her dantian suddenly appeared before her eyes and materialized.

But Zhu Wuyao showed no joy on his face, instead asking with a slightly cautious expression:

"You've become stronger, why?"

She knew that the spirit pen was slowly recovering its power, but she, as its host, was always in danger. The power that the spirit pen had painstakingly recovered would be completely exhausted, and it would fall back into slumber.

But this time is different.

Zhu Wuyao could clearly feel it—

Its recovery speed seems to have increased.

The spirit pen possessed sentience, and its response echoed in Zhu Wuyao's mind:

"Don't you know?"

The childlike voice was innocent and naive, and when it asked the question, it sounded like genuine confusion.

"I really don't know. Have you ever considered finding a more powerful host?"

"I hadn't thought about it."

"Only you can conceal my presence beneath the heavenly laws."

The words of the spirit pen are cryptic and ambiguous.

Zhu Wuyao pondered for a moment.

He then plunged the brush into the inkstone, stirred in some thick ink, and put it to good use.