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

Chapter 395 Punishing the Evil and Eliminating the Wicked

Gu Yiguan was right after all.

Since that night, the mysterious sect leader of the Seven Illusions Sect has never contacted her again.

Zhu Wuyao was left to fend for himself in a dilapidated house.

They have absolutely no sense of hospitality; they're not even willing to bring over some food or exchange pleasantries.

She had thought that perhaps the mysterious sect leader was in a critical period of digestion, and that if she forced her way out of the mountain gate at this time, there would be a glimmer of hope.

Of course, the result might be the opposite—

She might not have been in any immediate danger, but the danger came when she forced her way out of the mountain gate.

After weighing the options, Zhu Wuyao decided to listen to Gu Yiguan.

Be more "well-behaved".

Three days and nights.

Aside from studying the "Masterpiece of Painting" every day, Zhu Wuyao did everything he could within the sect.

Logically speaking, the mountain range where the Seven Illusions of Star Point is located is the "Ghost Sorrow Mountain Range" where the Illusion Butterfly Mountain is located. It is a vast area and is home to many sects and forces.

It is a place brimming with spiritual energy and abundant with natural treasures.

Such a mountain range must have some strange features, and should be able to be used for divination.

Zhu Wuyao patrolled the mountain for three days, picking up countless withered grass and mountain fruits, and used the divination technique many times, but he did not obtain a single divination result.

That is to say-

This is an empty mountain devoid of "spirit".

Zhu Wuyao was somewhat surprised.

All sects are located near spiritual lakes and famous rivers, precisely because they gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish human life.

Near the Ghost Sorrow Mountains, numerous sects exist. This is partly due to the infighting among the major sects, which forces them to remain only in the far south, and partly due to the abundance of spiritual energy in the Ghost Sorrow Mountains.

At that time, she was ambushed at the border of the Juque and Taibai sects. It was by relying on divination that she was able to decipher the key to the great formation and break it with the help of the mountain's momentum using her sword energy.

To be less precise, that area could also be considered part of the Ghost Sorrow Mountain Range.

Why can't we calculate it on the main mountain range?

Could it be that those sects have exhausted their resources, leaving the Ghost Sorrow Mountain Range covered in flowers on the outside but empty inside?

Zhu Wuyao easily found the puppet's waiting area and took the initiative to strike up a conversation:

"Could you give me something to eat?"

This was just making conversation out of nothing.

As a Golden Core cultivator, she possessed a large amount of spirit stones. Even if she were imprisoned in a place isolated from spiritual energy, she could still survive for many days by absorbing the spiritual power from the spirit stones.

As expected, the puppet is still on standby today.

Without saying a word, Zhu Wuyao conjured up his bladeless sword, preparing to cut open the puppet to examine its internal structure, so that he could find the right solution in case a fight broke out.

Although this cultivator was a puppet, he appeared to be a living person.

She's a very empathetic person, and she finds it hard to bring herself to conduct dissection experiments on living people, so—

Zhu Wuyao decided to cut off his head first.

To alleviate psychological burden.

She sharpened her knife, poised to strike the puppet, pressed the blade against its neck, measured the angle, and was about to apply force when the puppet suddenly came to life:

"Please, esteemed guest, do not cut off my head."

Upon hearing the puppet speak, Zhu Wuyao almost dropped his sword.

She readily sheathed her sword and said:

“You must have been a very polite monk before.”

Even with his head about to be cut off, he could still say "please." Zhu Wuyao looked him up and down, then began the human-computer dialogue, asking:

"Why can't I cut off your head? Will you die?"

"To cut off someone's head at will is a very uncultured act. Please, esteemed guest, do not engage in such a vulgar behavior."

Zhu Wuyao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said:

"You're right. From now on, I'll try my best to get someone's consent before I cut off their head."

One is a living person who is almost dead.

One is a dead person who is brought back to life.

In the desolate wilderness, at least they could chat for a bit to pass the time. Zhu Wuyao felt a sense of kinship and asked:

"What is your wish?"

"Wielding a sword across the land, punishing the wicked and upholding justice."

Originally intending to chat casually, Zhu Wuyao received such a serious reply, which plunged his already low spirits to rock bottom.

The next instant, the bladeless sword suddenly appeared.

As the sword flashed through the air, the very polite monk's head fell to the ground.

His torso then fell to the ground, his arms groping aimlessly, as if trying to find his head and put it back on.

Zhu Wuyao didn't give him a chance.

With a snap of her fingers, flames burst forth before her eyes. She noticed several points of shimmering light floating up, like fluttering butterflies, before vanishing without a trace.

Just like the scene when she was disguised as Wu Guihong and kidnapped that day.

This also confirmed Zhu Wuyao's suspicion that this person had almost completely lost self-awareness, was just an empty shell, and had only some instinctive reactions, but was unable to respond to the situation in a normal way when not being manipulated.

In other words, the manipulation of the Blood Erosion Curse has different stages.

Initially, they were completely unaware and had no idea that they were being controlled.

Later, he took the orders of the person who cast the curse as his own thoughts and became extremely obsessed with completing them.

In the end, they lose all their senses and are completely devoured, becoming nothing more than an empty shell.

She recalled the rumors about the Seven Illusions Sect of Stars, according to Luo Budao—

The Seven Illusions Sect of Star Pointing Stars are chivalrous and righteous, fearless of death, and their members advance one after another.

The fire gradually died down, leaving only some charred bones. Zhu Wuyao said:

"I have your permission—to roam the world with my sword, punish the wicked, and uphold justice."

Zhu Wuyao couldn't even tell whether this was his lingering obsession or a thought implanted by the curse caster.

They were just about to collect the remains and find a place to bury them.

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual force swept over, without any warning, and immediately launched a powerful attack. Zhu Wuyao was caught off guard and was swept away and sent back to his house.

A voice, devoid of joy or sorrow, conveying no discernible emotion, reached my ears:

"Fellow Daoist Wu, why did you injure my disciple?"

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head," Zhu Wuyao said apologetically.

"It was an accident, an unintentional mistake, an unintentional mistake!"

I waited for a long time, but there was no response.

I guess he's gone into seclusion again.

Zhu Wuyao frowned slightly.

The Seven Stars Illusion Sect was extremely poor, making the search very easy. In the past three days, she had traveled to many places, but not only had she not found the woman's secluded cultivation room, she had not even found the sect's treasury.

He secluded himself until evening.

Zhu Wuyao opened his eyes, set up array flags and barriers, and then stealthily opened the wooden box.

Since that day, Gu Yiguan had not written to her again, but today, a note finally arrived, and Zhu Wuyao breathed a sigh of relief.

This feeling of being forced to wait passively is really unpleasant.

Not knowing when they will die, they are afraid to fight back, which would only lead them to their own demise.

Unfold the note—

"The Qingyun Sect cultivators have come to our aid. They will attack the Seven Illusions Sect of Star Point by evening the day after tomorrow."

So that's how they found the Seven Illusions Gate of Stars?

Zhu Wuyao was slightly surprised. She thought that she would have to survive in the wilderness for more than ten days, and then she would not be able to resist and would fight to the death.

Continue reading:

"Tomorrow, lure him into attacking you once to test your cultivation level, but don't be courting death."

"If your cultivation surpasses mine, challenge me first before the battle; if your strength is weaker than mine, remain silent."

May the paper note be burned without invitation.

She just did the second thing...

But how do we measure these cultivation levels? They seem about the same, so how do we pass signals on the battlefield?