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

Chapter 10 is now available for purchase!

When the name "Master Wuyan" spread throughout Beixuan City, Mr. Wuyu's new book had already been included in the "Canglang Anthology" and was just waiting to be released the next day.

Manager Li personally formatted it and placed it as the first article.

Not only that, the title of the article was also printed on the cover, and anyone who saw it couldn't help but be curious and want to flip through it.

Manager Li's real name is "Li Fuwei". He is a follower of the Juque Sect and practices the Trapped Calamity Sutra.

He rose to fame at a young age and enjoyed a period of great success.

Until one day, while exploring a secret realm, his foundation was damaged by a fellow disciple's scheme, causing his cultivation to regress to the Foundation Establishment stage, even inferior to newly initiated disciples.

Li Fuwei recounted his experience truthfully, seeking justice. However, his master did not want to protect his junior brother who had poisoned him because of a disciple with no future and a potential Nascent Soul stage disciple.

At that time, he was young and impetuous, filled with grief and indignation.

In a fit of anger, he escalated the situation.

As a result, he was labeled a disrespectful person who framed his junior brothers and was expelled from the sect, despised by everyone.

If it weren't for this experience, how could Li Fuwei have felt such empathy for Zhou Zhi in the storybook!

Although the Gu family business is not as powerful as the Juque Sect, they are willing to take in a hopeless person like him. Compared to the Juque Sect, they are far more benevolent.

In the Ink Trace Bookstore in Beixuan City, he spends his days reading and basking in the sun, having grown accustomed to this kind of life in his twilight years.

Li Fuwei hadn't thought about those things for a long time.

But the absurd name of the story stirred something within him.

Both were prodigies who achieved fame at a young age and possessed extraordinary talent, yet both had no future to speak of. However, Zhou Zhi encountered a good mentor, and perhaps he will have a chance to make a comeback in the future.

It's like... something he couldn't do himself, but someone in the story did it for him.

Otherwise, even if such an unconventional story were included, Manager Li would not have placed it as the first story.

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Ye Xiaozhou walked along the road carrying flower cakes, in a rather pleasant mood.

Yesterday, she found out where her senior brother was. Now, all she has to do when she goes out is avoid that street, and she can roam the entire Beixuan City at will.

We no longer need to listen to Senior Brother Shen chanting scriptures.

Every time she tried to do something, Senior Brother Shen would say, "No, no, we should keep our promises," or "How could you do something so absurd!"

Seeing how anxious her senior brother Shen was, she, as his caring junior sister, couldn't help but feel uneasy.

It's fine now.

She felt much more at ease knowing that her senior brother wasn't angry.

Ye Xiaozhou tossed a copper coin into the air, caught it, and opened his palm to check heads and tails.

"Huh? There's something new to do if you turn left..."

She looked up and saw Ink Trace Bookstore.

?

Ye Xiaozhou's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that she's really being punished, and fortune-telling is no longer accurate? She wanted to have her fortune told to see where to go for fun, but instead, it pointed to a bookstore.

She clasped her hands together and carefully rubbed the copper coin in her palm, muttering something to herself.

Then it was tossed up again.

It's still a left turn?

Ye Xiaozhou was delighted; she never imagined that one day she would have such a connection with the bookstore.

Tired of the flower cakes in her hand, she looked around, found a pleasing-looking little beggar, and threw the packaged flower cakes in front of him.

As it turned out, he used too much force, startling the little beggar and smashing his broken bowl.

Ye Xiaozhou clicked his tongue and threw the copper coin he had just used for divination in front of the little beggar.

Just as I was about to walk into the bookstore, someone suddenly called out to me.

"That girl!"

Ye Xiaozhou turned around and saw some young master from an unknown family, holding a fan even in the cold weather.

She ignored them and continued walking forward, only to be stopped again.

"Young lady, if you want to give food to a beggar, why throw it from so far away? What if it hurts someone?"

"I can control my strength well, so I won't hurt anyone."

"But... even a beggar has dignity. What you're doing is incredibly insulting!"

After hearing these words, Ye Xiaozhou carefully examined the young master, found him somewhat interesting, and asked:

"What's your name?"

"My name is Gu Lang." He gave a proper bow and introduced himself.

"You're saying I'm insulting people?"

"Exactly."

Ye Xiaozhou almost burst out laughing. She walked up to the beggar and took out more than ten copper coins, saying:

"Kneel down to me, and these are yours."

The beggar's eyes lit up immediately. Ye Xiaozhou asked him to kowtow once, and he kowtowed four or five times. Looking at the copper coins thrown in front of him, auspicious words kept coming out of his mouth.

Ye Xiaozhou gave Gu Lang a provocative look and walked towards the Ink Trace Bookstore on her own.

Gu Lang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to refute it.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out, "This is all due to cause and effect!"

Ye Xiaozhou almost burst out laughing, and turned around to ask:

"You want to talk to me about cause and effect?"

Gu Lang raised his head, determined to prove it to her, and said, "That's right! If you don't believe me, come with me!"

As he spoke, he walked into the Ink Trace Bookstore. Ye Xiaozhou glanced at it and realized it was exactly where he was going, which made him even more curious.

As soon as I came in, a book was shoved into my hand.

The Canglang Collection?

Just as she was about to ask Gu Lang what he wanted her to see, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly noticed the name on the page—"After having my spiritual root destroyed, I became the Immortal Venerable's chief disciple."

"what?"

Ye Xiaozhou became interested.

She ignored Gu Lang, who was looking smug next to her, pulled over a stool, and sat down to watch.

While watching, he kept muttering, "Interesting."

This story is truly interesting.

She used to get a headache whenever she looked at books with a lot of words. Not only could she not get into the books in her family’s collection, but she also couldn’t get through more than a few of the martial arts manuals in the Star-Picking Tower.

According to her, it would take an hour to figure out even a single line of text in those books.

But this storybook is different; it's a pleasure to read.

What is written is what it is.

And it was unexpected.

Ye Xiaozhou thought the story was about how Zhou Zhi punished evil and promoted good, but then his family was destroyed and he was about to die. He thought Zhou Zhi was going to keep a low profile, but now it seems he's about to join the immortal sect.

Just when he was about to be saved, a sword wounded his very foundation.

The story has been full of twists and turns, which is truly regrettable.

Why didn't this old beggar come sooner?

Ye Xiaozhou flipped through the pages and found that it was over. She was a little angry. Such a good book, and it ended here!

What kind of thief dares to sell an unfinished book?

If she catches him, she will definitely tie him up and take him back to the mountains, lock him in a basement, and make him write from morning till night.

Ye Xiaozhou suddenly stood up, slammed his hand on the table, and asked Gu Lang, "You actually dared to show me a book that wasn't finished?"

Gu Lang was startled and explained, "This is a collection; it contains many books that are currently being written..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Xiaozhou interrupted him—

"What collection or not? Do you even know where this person is?"

Gu Lang swallowed hard, then glanced at Manager Li, who seemed unconcerned, and advised:

"Young lady, I don't know who this writer named 'Speechless' is either."

Ye Xiaozhou tossed a coin, checked it heads or tails, and said with a smile, "Lying to me, do you want a beating?"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Manager Li finally stepped in to mediate:

"Is this young lady a disciple of the Star-Picking Pavilion?"

Ye Xiaozhou sized up the shopkeeper and asked in return, "Do you think I am?"

I don't think so.

"Yes, that's good. I also think I can be different."

After paying for the collection, he glanced at Gu Lang and said to Manager Li:

"I am very sorry for offending you. I just gave money to a beggar, and he actually wanted to teach me how to give it."

"After reading this book, I finally understood what he meant by cause and effect."

"So you're trying to teach me how to do things here?"

Ye Xiaozhou tucked the book into his pocket, patted Gu Lang on the shoulder and said, "I was just kidding, I won't beat you up, don't be scared."

He looked exactly like a troublemaking playboy.

Gu Lang was so angry that he could barely speak: "You...you...!"