nycdaug Chapter 292 The Enemy is Making an Effort
Chapter 292 The Enemy is Making an Effort
Chapter 292
Even after returning to the Star-Picking Tower, Zhu Wuyao was still angry. Sitting at the table, she took out the list that Xu San'er had provided free of charge.
She marked it with various symbols.
Before the rumors were spread, everyone here, whether for profit or moral reasons, disliked her.
If it weren't for the fear that Shen Xun would use this confrontation to his advantage, Zhu Wuyao would have really wanted to quit.
Between her and Shen Xun, it was always a case of one side prevailing over the other.
Moreover, judging from the attitude of Zhaixinglou, it's obvious they're letting their disciples fight amongst themselves.
The most noteworthy point about this matter today is that Shen Xun's behavior pattern has changed.
What started as subtle, sarcastic banter escalated into open, direct conflict.
And the transition was so abrupt.
She thought that the previous state would last for a while.
fair enough.
This saves her from having to rack her brains and figure out when Shen Xun will finally break off relations with her.
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On the other side, the three-man ambush team.
Xiao Qingyu sighed:
"It seems that she has had many adventures and gained a lot in the past thirteen years. Even the three of us working together could not force her to reveal her trump card, and she broke the deadlock with a single sword."
Ying Mang nodded, and then she continued:
"Moreover, apart from the sword, she hasn't brought out a single magical artifact, so we have no idea how strong she really is."
"If the power of a single sword strike is already this great, then if we add her Falling Leaf Sword and other unknown moves, I'm afraid we would have no chance to deal with it at all."
It's no wonder she boosted the enemy's morale while diminishing her own.
Zhu Wuyao's way of breaking the deadlock just now seemed far too easy.
"Shen Xun, your luck is actually this strong?"
At this moment, Shen Xun also began to question his own judgment.
Logically speaking, he and Zhu Wuyao should be connected by fate.
When one side gains power, the other side will face many difficulties and decline.
He thought that he had been in control for the previous thirteen years, and that Zhu Wuyao should have gained nothing and suffered many setbacks.
Could it be that... in the past years, Zhu Wuyao actually monopolized the majority of the fortune, while I only got a fraction?
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"No, this is not my luck. Even if the technique for that sword strike were right in front of me, it would not be the way for me."
"Huh?!" Ying Mang frowned and said:
"In other words, she may have had this talent to begin with, and with your good fortune, she became even more lawless?"
"Then what's the point of playing? Let's break up!"
Xiao Qingyu nodded in agreement. There was no way to win this battle. He looked at Shen Xun and said:
“We have already made enemies with her, and there is little room for maneuver. If you have any brilliant ideas, you can come to me again. I just hope that next time you can prepare a more comprehensive plan.”
He looked in the direction Zhu Wuyao had left.
There was a long silence.
Finally, seemingly with a hint of envy, he said:
"She is far more powerful than we imagined."
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Zhu Wuyao looked at the things laid out in front of him and remained silent for a long time.
It was obtained by exchanging over a hundred spirit stones for thirty-year-old spirit herbs in the courtyard.
Two storybooks, a silver bracelet, a plaque that reads "Thank you Wuyu for saving my sister's life," plus a wooden plaque given by Qi Jianxian.
A spirit sword used for decoration.
The spiritual brush that cannot emerge from the dantian, and the bladeless sword that works intermittently.
This is all her possessions.
For the past thirteen years, he had been trapped in Feidu Lake, while Shen Xun had shone brightly in the outside world.
...How can we fight like this?
I may have escaped by luck this time, but I may not be so lucky next time.
Zhu Wuyao recalled the novels he had read in his previous life, where the protagonists were always blessed with various fortuitous encounters, countless magical artifacts, and one trump card after another. He guessed that Shen Xun was following the same pattern.
Aside from having a significantly higher cultivation level, she had absolutely no leverage.
The so-called theft is nothing more than a rumor spread to the outside world.
She knew, and Shen Xun knew too.
Isn't this the end of the game?
There are only two paths to take now—
1. Her luck hasn't returned yet, but Zhu Wuyao can give up and retreat, letting herself fall into obscurity so that Shen Xun can get everything that should belong to him. Once Shen Xun's strength surpasses hers, she can entrust her life to whether he can distinguish right from wrong, let go of the past, and be knowledgeable and reasonable.
Ah.
She doesn't even trust Ye Xiaozhou, so how could she possibly trust Shen Xun?
Zhu Wuyao was certain that she wouldn't kill Shen Xun without a reason, but she couldn't believe that Shen Xun wouldn't kill her.
2. Seize everything, entrust his life and your conscience to him, and firmly occupy the dominant position. Once the die is cast and you are powerful enough, your supporters will naturally defend you and speak for you.
But lack of strength is the original sin.
Getting angry.
It seems Shen Xun has already seen through today's ambush. If he discovers that he has gained virtually nothing over the years...
Zhu Wuyao handed the calligraphy brush from his right hand to his left.
Close your eyes.
The Celestial Observation Technique has failed miserably.
Using their own spear against their own shield is useless.
She really couldn't tell her own fortune!
How can I earn some spirit stones...? The fastest way is, of course, to rob someone.
Isn't that just nonsense?
Although his reputation is so bad that doing something like this wouldn't be surprising at all.
But their strength isn't that overwhelming yet!
Zhu Wuyao grew angrier the more he thought about it. Xiao Qingyu and Ying Mang had already gone so far as to ambush him halfway, leaving him with no choice but to flee.
If this gets out... I'm afraid there will be a constant stream of people coming to cause trouble for me.
After one-click dust removal.
Zhu Wuyao lay flat on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, intending to escape this wicked world through sleep and think about how to take revenge tomorrow.
It is well known that people tend to be more pessimistic at night.
Maybe if I think about it again during the day, my thoughts will become much clearer.
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It turns out that if people stay up late at night, they will wander around the streets and alleys, drink tea and chat, drink alcohol and gossip, and spread news.
Xu San'er came to knock on the door early in the morning, beaming with joy.
The first thing he said to Zhu Wuyao was—
"Congratulations, sister, you've become famous!"
As expected... Zhu Wuyao's face darkened. It seemed that Shen Xun must have spread the word about how she had tried to "spar" with him yesterday and how she had fled in disarray.
She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, saying:
"Come in and talk."
After Xu San'er recounted her legendary story of defeating the enemy with a single sword and leaving in peace, Zhu Wuyao slammed her hand on the table and stood up.
"This is simply alarmist!"
You, Shen Xun, are trying to flatter me to death!
They realized I didn't have much ability, so they deliberately made me famous and put me in the spotlight.
Those who were dissatisfied with her and had long been eager to try their luck would surely come to challenge her if they heard the rumors.
Then everyone will know exactly what they're capable of, won't they?
This is definitely intentional.
Unexpectedly, last night, while she was escaping reality, Shen Xun spread rumors. She took a nap, and Shen Xun devised a wicked plan.
While she was resting, the enemy was making quiet efforts!