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

Chapter 54 Divination Cultivation

After the brush finished drawing the "good luck charm," it disappeared again.

Zhu Wuyao held the little girl tightly in his arms until he got her ashore, then jumped back into the water, trying to find Ji Yuezhang.

She felt more lost and calm than ever before.

They even began to think about how to keep Ji Yuezhang alive by any means necessary after finding her.

To find a warm blanket, first wrap her up.

Then go to the Golden Pavilion to buy life-extending pills.

Ji Yuezhang is in the Foundation Establishment stage, and his injuries are particularly severe, so the elixirs will be very expensive.

There might be cultivators who died in this flood, and they should have spirit stones on them. If that's not enough, go and borrow some. If you can't borrow any, pretend to be a cultivator from the Star-Picking Tower and try to scam them.

If you can't fool them, then be fully prepared to steal from the Golden Pavilion.

Many cultivators killed people during this flood, and they all deserved to die. Although I am not strong enough, there may be some talismans left in Ji Yuezhang's storage pouch, and I also have some on me. I can still use my sword to snatch them.

A sword without an edge—yes, you must first find your own sword.

The phrase "to make a bond by playing a game of chess" can also be used.

If she can just hold on for a few more days, Ji Yuezhang's grandfather will come, along with Shen Anzhi and Ye Xiaozhou. They might be able to figure out how to save her.

Zhu Wuyao's gaze was resolute, yet a slight sense of confusion lingered in her heart. She couldn't find Ji Yuezhang; why couldn't she find him...?

She was somewhat flustered.

I surfaced for air, then submerged again, but still nothing.

Why did Ji Yuezhang disappear?

Zhu Wuyao searched for a long time, and as darkness fell, she felt only coldness.

The evening breeze brought a bone-chilling cold.

She guessed that perhaps the flood had swept Ji Yuezhang ashore and rescued her.

That calligraphy brush was very magical; she drew a talisman for good luck on it, and it should have worked.

Ji Yuezhang will survive.

Thinking this, she remembered that she had saved many people and should have successfully completed the ritual. After placing the seal, she realized that her spiritual sea was empty and her spiritual power was almost gone. She had also already used the method of restoring spiritual energy using the Sky-Gazing Technique.

Zhu Wuyao thought for a moment and decided to find a place to meditate and recover his spiritual power.

She walked forward.

I heard a lot of crying.

Heartbreaking and grief-stricken, she had seen too many people perish in this flood, leaving her numb. She walked past a corpse and continued onward.

Zhu Wuyao seemed oblivious to the grief; she remained remarkably calm.

He stepped on a book, looked down, and saw it was his own work, "The Immortal in the Mortal World." He frowned slightly.

She found it somewhat ridiculous.

It was written with the intention of saving lives, yet how many people have died because of this book?

What kind of immortal in the mortal world?

It should be a collection of jokes.

Zhu Wuyao shook his head, tossed it aside, and continued walking forward.

They arrived at a deserted courtyard, which seemed perfect for meditation and restoring spiritual energy.

She paused slightly as she reached the door.

I saw a figure kneeling there, seemingly pierced through from behind by a sharp weapon.

His blood was on the ground.

His hands and feet were supporting him there, completely dead and stiff, yet he remained in a kneeling position.

It seems that he was kneeling there, thanking his family for saving his life, or begging for mercy, when he was suddenly killed by a blow.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly felt a little breathless.

She leaned against the wooden gate, somewhat unsteady on her feet, as if she had witnessed something incomprehensible.

How can a person die on their knees?

This area is no longer affected by the flood; he has survived.

Before the water on his body had dried, it was stained with blood again.

Why……

She finally agreed to stop.

Take a look at Nanli, which is like a ghost town, and look at this cultivation world filled with demons and monsters.

What kind of world is this?

Why make a living person kneel to die?

Why should that sickly yet resilient girl have to pay for the disaster she caused with her own life?

And she didn't even have the right to pay with her life...

Looking up——

It was as if I could see a giant net.

Truly... how fickle fate is, how ruthless the Great Dao is!

She had clearly foreseen the impending catastrophe in Nanli City and had exhausted every possible method. What else could she do?

Why can't we show some mercy and give her a way out?

This destiny is truly incredibly heavy.

It was so oppressive that people couldn't lift their heads.

If it's your turn to die, you can only kneel there and wait to die.

Those who claim to be able to divinate the fate of heaven and earth are not to be touched or resisted. It is best to pretend to be deaf and dumb and flee at the first sign of trouble.

If you dare to resist, a giant hammer will come and smash your knees, teaching you a lesson so you'll never dare to act recklessly again.

Following the times brings good fortune, while going against them brings danger; any action that goes against the times will inevitably lead to regret!

What a wonderful... divination method for seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune...

What a wonderful way to cultivate oneself by following the will of Heaven!

A metallic taste filled his throat, and Zhu Wuyao spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her fingers gripped the wooden gate tightly, her eyes blazing with fury.

But he slowly slid to the ground until he completely lost consciousness.

……

Perhaps they had been incredibly unlucky, and when they woke up again, they had neither been robbed nor stolen from.

Zhu Wuyao was covered with a garment, and a warm fire was not far away.

Leaning against the wall... is her bladeless sword.

"You're awake? Have some porridge to warm yourself up."

A kind-faced old lady brought over a bowl of porridge and handed it to her.

Zhu Wuyao glanced at the Wufeng Sword, then at the old man in front of him, took the bowl of porridge at the perfect temperature, and wolfed it down.

She lifted the covers, bowed, and thanked them.

"Thank you for your help, senior. Is there anything I can do for you? If you are not in a hurry, I have some important things to do. I will repay your kindness in the future."

Hearing these straightforward words, the old lady paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Sit down first."

"Senior, I need to go find someone."

"You won't find it."

Zhu Wuyao's eyes dimmed slightly, but he still said:

"Please allow me to leave. I... want to try and look for it."

Just then, a sudden commotion of gongs and drums erupted outside. The old lady sighed and said:

"Your move has brought about a connection, and they have carved an image of the Osmanthus Fairy."

Zhu Wuyao seemed to have heard something he couldn't understand; his voice was hoarse as he asked with difficulty:

"Osmanthus Fairy...what Osmanthus Fairy?"

“Didn’t you write a novel called ‘The Immortals of the Mortal World’? They were grateful for the girl’s kindness in saving them from the flood, so they followed the example in the novel and erected a statue and built a temple for her.”

Zhu Wuyao couldn't understand what was going on, nor did he understand what kind of absurd drama this was.

She pushed open the door and saw the statue of the goddess, adorned with red ribbons, being carried closer from afar on the elevated platform.

Perhaps they were people from Nanli City. Some of them had seen Ji Yuezhang before the flood. This statue was six or seven parts similar to him. He was tall and elegant, standing still with a slight smile. His hairpin was a sprig of osmanthus.

As the statue was carried away from her, Zhu Wuyao suddenly felt both angry and at a loss.

She felt a huge sense of absurdity wash over her, and her chest ached as if a feeling of resentment was stuck there.

"How could it be you? Why is it you...?"