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

Chapter 577 If this is between life and death

As Ge Mingsheng was pondering various things, he suddenly heard Elder Fu Shan in front of him say:

"Everyone, get out."

“Ge Mingsheng, stay.”

She was startled when she was suddenly called out.

Being singled out at this moment meant either being given an important position or being suspected. Ge Mingsheng dared not underestimate Elder Fushan and was extremely cautious in preparing to deal with the situation.

"Yes."

Contrary to his rich inner world, Ge Mingsheng is a rather taciturn person.

Fu Shan's slightly scrutinizing gaze fell on her.

This person is efficient and decisive, speaks clearly and logically, and has excellent cultivation. He is a rare calm and composed person among the disciples of this generation in the Juque Sect.

She had seen the tasks Ge Mingsheng had completed in the office in recent years; while they weren't particularly outstanding, they had never made a mistake.

He is quiet and unassuming, seemingly accustomed to concealing his talents, but when it comes to important matters, such as the selection of his personal disciples or the appointment of positions, he can strike with unerring accuracy. This is the result of accumulating knowledge and experience before unleashing his full potential.

Because of Gu Yiguan of Zhaixinglou, Fu Shan actually admired people like him.

I didn't expect there to be someone similar in the Juque Sect.

Fu Shan originally intended to investigate Ge Mingsheng's life before making any arrangements and considering her future.

Unexpectedly, during a trip to Nanli City, he encountered the brother and sister, and thus casually arranged for them to be assigned to Ge Mingsheng.

Seeing that she was neither arrogant nor impatient, Fu Shan was somewhat satisfied and asked;

"I traded two Juque Sect cultivators for a new disciple. Was it worth it?"

"The elder's actions must have a reason, and this disciple dares not object!"

"Don't make me repeat myself a second time."

Fu Shan wanted to know how Ge Mingsheng would interpret his actions—if, like others, she simply thought he was suppressing Elder Wei and thus harming other people's disciples to consolidate his own power, then that would be a rather low-level approach.

Their perspective is limited to the infighting and backstabbing within their own sect.

After a moment of contemplation, Ge Mingsheng replied:

"It's a bit of a loss."

"Oh?"

If one is concerned about the overall interests of the sect, exchanging two cultivators for one cultivator would indeed be a loss.

But for Fu Shan, exchanging two disobedient ones for one loyal one was well worth it.

She was curious as to why Ge Mingsheng felt he was at a disadvantage.

"Elder Fu, that woman's brother is still a mortal. We can exchange two cultivators for two cultivators."

"Ah……"

Fu Shan chuckled.

That's right. Let's not talk about factions or sects, but only about the actual gains and losses.

She was actually hesitant about whether to let both siblings become cultivators, or to keep one of them in her grasp. Perhaps, in order to have the ability to protect her brother, her new disciple would work harder.

"This disciple has spoken presumptuously; please forgive me, Elder!"

"Well, you go back first."

"The disciple retire."

As Ge Mingsheng's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Fu Shan could sense that this man was thinking far more than he said.

This is probably a usable person.

Whether he is a trustworthy person is another matter.

Surrounded by countless documents and papers, each bearing the name of a disciple, she found the one belonging to Ge Mingsheng and took it into her hands.

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Ge Mingsheng walked out of Elder Fushan's place calmly.

Then, the pace quickened.

She hurriedly returned to her residence, sensing that something was amiss. Ge Mingsheng could tell that Elder Fushan was somewhat interested in her.

However, they did not express their opinion or try to win them over.

It is very likely that Elder Fushan is still in the investigation stage and has not yet finished reading his biography or verified his background.

There's no need to even investigate; Elder Fushan would immediately become suspicious after reviewing his resume.

It is not too late.

From the time she left Elder Fu's place until Elder Fu finished investigating her life story, this period was her only chance to seize the opportunity to save herself and escape.

It seems we have no choice but to leave.

Without hesitation, Ge Mingsheng took a few things from his residence and was about to turn around and leave, looking for an excuse to leave the mountain.

But he paused for a moment as he pushed open the door.

Even if she escapes the Juque Sect, once Elder Fushan finishes reading her resume and discovers that she has fled, he will immediately come to hunt her down.

She is in danger of dying.

Ge Mingsheng sat back down at the table, took out charcoal sticks and Xuan paper, and began to paint with his lips tightly pressed together.

If this is the line between life and death...

That way, at least the final death can be made to its fullest potential.

Elder Fu's appearance was hastily sketched on paper.

A middle-aged woman, her face disfigured, huddled in a chair, her hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders… her eyes, seemingly raised from below, held a slightly sinister glint…

"Fushan"

"The people behind the scenes"

Six characters were placed next to the portrait.

She crumpled the portrait into a ball, took out the Flying Ring, and sent it out.

As the crumpled paper disappeared, Ge Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. She stood quietly by the table, not yet dead, but with a sense that her death was worthwhile.

She held no hope and did not believe she could escape the impending pursuit from Elder Fushan.

The moment of being stunned was very short, just a fleeting instant.

Ge Mingsheng's gaze hardened again. The paper ball had been passed out, and she could now escape with peace of mind—since she was still alive, she had to find a way to survive and do everything she could to stay alive.

She pushed open the door and walked outside.

He showed no sign of panic.

Just like during the countless days and nights in the Juque Sect, he passed by his fellow disciples with an expressionless, calm and serene demeanor.

"Senior Sister Ge! Senior Sister Ge!"

Hearing the call from behind, Ge Mingsheng clenched his fingers slightly, took a step forward, and was thinking about how to escape without making a sound.

But then they heard the junior brother suddenly stop, as if he had bumped into an elder.

He is being reprimanded.

Ge Mingsheng breathed a silent sigh of relief. It was that feeling of being in a crisis again, with various coincidences coming to her aid. She walked steadily forward, took out her disciple token, and stepped out of the Juque Sect's mountain gate.

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He rode his divine steed and galloped away.

Mingzhu's consciousness was triggered, his pupils dilated slightly, and he quickly reined in the reins and untied the cloth bag at his waist.

At the same time, Zhu Wuyao, who had already found Mingzhu's location and was now hiding in the shadows, also felt a tightness in his heart. He quickly followed Mingzhu's movements and focused his divine sense on the note that had suddenly appeared in the bag.

As the note was unfolded, the hastily drawn image of a woman appeared before one's eyes.

The person behind the scenes – Fu Shan.

Zhu Wuyao looked at the note and seemed to see the shrewd and powerful woman in the Juque Sect.

Just as she was gazing at the portrait, the voice of a spiritual brush suddenly echoed in her consciousness—

"So beautiful!"

"This is the second most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the world!"

Zhu Wuyao frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled. She didn't overlook this remark and quickly asked:

"Why?"

This person's appearance is completely disfigured, and he does not conform to the world's definition of aesthetics.

Most importantly, when Zhu Wuyao was in the Liquanjie Mine, his spiritual power was sealed, and in order to lose his relative aesthetic value, he disfigured himself.

During her subsequent trip to Tongzhou, she would often draw up crisscrossing scars on her face and use this physical form to kill people, because she felt it was very imposing, majestic, and terrifying.

But Lingbi had never praised her like that before.

Moreover, the spirit pen does not possess true "emotion".