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

Chapter 276 It Was Foreseen

Zhu Wuyao was slightly dazed, never expecting that when he returned, he would actually have a memorial tablet?

Just as I was about to say something, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew by.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the lively and energetic Old Li! Li Fuwei stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Wuyao's sleeve, saying:

"The manuscript! Give me the manuscript right now!"

He grabbed Zhu Wuyao and shook him back and forth, as if trying to shake off a few sheets of paper.

Unfortunately, there was nothing there!

Zhu Wuyao took off Mr. Li's hat and said:

"I heard they've already set up a memorial tablet for me outside. With my ridiculous pen name, can I still rise from the dead?"

"anytime!"

Li Fuwei was almost in tears. Although it was not uncommon for cultivators to travel for several years or even decades, the sequel to the "Outer Sect Servant" scroll in the backyard had already given him the clue that his life was safe.

What kind of cultivator, on the verge of death, would still remember not to delay the manuscript?!

The fact that cultivators live long lives does not mean that mortals live long lives as well.

Those who used to secretly peek at storybooks in school have grown up.

But the silence of those years has vanished without a trace.

"Please sit down, please sit down. Let me introduce you. This is an old friend of mine, his surname is Zhou!"

"Hello, Mr. Zhou."

It turns out they were old friends with a foundation of trust; no wonder my portrait ended up in Mr. Zhou's hands.

Zhu Wuyao was unaware that Li Fuwei and Zhou Fa both came from the Juque Sect, which was not something that could be publicized openly.

If they were to remain anonymous, it would be fine. With the Gu family business and under the jurisdiction of the Star-Picking Tower, plus the fact that what happened back then wasn't exactly honorable, even if the Juque Sect accidentally discovered the two of them, they might not expose them unless the consequences were severe.

But if it comes to light, the matter will change from "Elder Zhou traveling the world" to "Zhou Fa betraying the sect and should be killed".

After exchanging greetings without being invited, Zhu still recognized the elderly man whose appearance had changed slightly.

When he left the city, he was an old man who had joined forces with other cultivators to try to raise the dike and stop the flood.

She didn't know why this Mr. Zhou had come here, but since he was hiding his identity, it was inconvenient for him to be recognized.

I hope you will pretend you don't know if I haven't been invited.

Zhou Fa also had a good impression of this girl, and he said with a smile:

"I have long been acquainted with Youdao through spiritual means. Today, meeting you, young friend, I find you to be truly remarkable for your age. Judging from your appearance, you are not even forty years old yet, and you have already achieved the Foundation Establishment cultivation."

No, my soul is still a few years older.

Just as Zhu Wuyao was about to say something, he heard Mr. Zhou continue:

"I wonder—have you had any new works published recently, young friend?"

Uh... this...

Did you just cook one yesterday?

Zhu Wuyao coughed twice and said:

"I just got back, and Wuyu and Youdao are already jumping up and down. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Isn't it possible that someone with ulterior motives will discover something amiss?"

Zhou Fa and Li Fu exchanged a glance, as if they had expected this, and were determined to remove all obstacles for Zhu Wuyao and give her no further reason to refuse. They smiled and said:

"Young Master Gu was prepared for this matter long ago. No, it should be said that Ink Trace Bookstore knew how to deal with this situation!"

Zhou Fa nodded, and continued Li Fuwei's words:

"There aren't many cultivators who like to pass the time by writing stories, but I have seen a few. Not all of them want people to guess their identity as cultivators. Of course, some like to use it as a gimmick."

"Old Zhou and I run a few pen names, not many, just for fun and not tiring."

“I prepared a new pen name for you five years ago. The writing style is similar and it won’t be too abrupt. So far, you’ve only written about 20,000 words. If you want to start a new pen name, it’s not a pity to abandon this one.”

what?

They've already prepared their disguises, ready to don their armor and go into battle at any time?

Zhu Wuyao's current feeling is as if a table has been set up in front of him, paper has been laid on the table, a pen has been stuffed into his hand, and ink has been ground on the side.

A voice rang in my ears—"Write quickly!"

I started out as a storyteller to make money. After joining the Star-Picking Pavilion, although I was not short of money, I could use my storytelling to spread my fame throughout the world.

Therefore, writing stories is beneficial to the path of spiritual practice. Although the effects are not obvious, it has the potential for long-term development.

Although she was reluctant to part with the pen names "Speechless" and "As the Saying Is," she had just returned to Zhaixinglou, and if she used them immediately, she would inevitably attract attention.

This time, we can use other aliases first.

Wait until it no longer arouses suspicion, then let Wuyu and Youdao rise from the dead!

Zhu Wuyao intended to maintain a friendly cooperative relationship with Mohen Bookstore. After thinking for a moment, she said:

"Let me take a look at some recent storybooks first."

"Easy to say!"

Before long, Mr. Li picked out several of the most representative storybooks for her.

Wishing Wuyao success in getting her first book!

Reborn as a dog, I became an unparalleled demon lord.

...?

The writing style is so wild, won't the demon race have something to say about it?

After reading a few pages, Zhu Wuyao's expression became somewhat blank. She picked up the second book—

Reborn into a world without spiritual power, I am invincible!

...?

Zhu Wuyao suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This is clearly a time-travel story!

Thirteen years have passed, and surprisingly, along with the emergence of the rebirth genre, the time-travel genre has also appeared in the world?

Wouldn't there be a risk that my identity as a time traveler would be exposed?

Zhu Wuyao frowned slightly, carefully read a few pages, and found that it was fine; the cultivation world had always been the cultivation world, and there was no other impression of the world.

Unlike the previous life, there is no distinction between China and foreign countries, ancient and modern times.

Humans are indeed unable to imagine things beyond the limits of their cognition.

Any hints of time travel must be suppressed; this theme should be avoided as much as possible.

After flipping through a few books, Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment, then asked:

"Do you think there's a possibility, just one possibility—that I might not be able to write as well as them?"

Human creativity is exceptionally strong. Zhu Wuyao started it all, and the storytelling industry began to develop wildly, and it is now completely different from what it used to be.

Mr. Li was extremely excited:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"You've never been a good writer, so how can you say you can't write well? Your strength lies in your endless stream of imaginative ideas. For example, the 'creation of heaven and earth' concept in 'Outer Gate Servant' is something that has never been seen before!"

"Okay, okay... Let me think about it. I'll go back and think about it first. I'll definitely bring the storybook back!"

Even after returning to the Star-Picking Tower, Zhu Wuyao was still pondering this matter.

This new generation is incredibly strong. Fortunately, the channels for dissemination are limited, otherwise the storytelling industry would be even more competitive.

Just as she was pondering how to use the storybook to quell the rumors without betraying her conscience, she suddenly heard Shen Xun's voice—

"Where did you hear these rumors? There is no grudge between me and Senior Sister Zhu."

"Oh dear, I've already consulted the oracle, and this matter is clearly true. Yet you're repaying evil with kindness, trying to exonerate that 'Autumn Leaves Inviting the Fallen'?"

Shen Xun wanted to say something more.

But then he suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of Zhu Wuyao.

Then, he abruptly stopped what he was about to say, turned around, and left.

Song Kezi's words suddenly rang in my ears—

"Of course, I'll publicly defend you while secretly stirring up trouble."

Just now, it seemed like he was trying to exonerate himself, but in reality, he completely confirmed the rumors.