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

Chapter 572 Why Leave No Room for Maneuver

Zhu Wuyao is constantly speculating about various things.

Upon hearing this, he turned to look at Song Kezi and said:

"Gu Yiguan is in the Star-Picking Tower, you have no chance."

"Hmph, she's afraid of me! She's afraid that once I master my skills, I'll steal her position as sect leader, so she's making me eat chaff and wild vegetables with you to wear down my ambition!"

Song Kezitian is shameless and boastful, and doesn't even know his own limitations.

He turned over, and the surrounding mountains came into view. Suddenly, he sighed with melancholy:

"I haven't done anything wrong for three whole days, it's so painful, ah—! Is this withdrawal? Ants are crawling all over me."

"Get out of here! Aren't you going to go around telling fortunes and looking for something? I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to curse this village—uh uh uh!"

Song Kezi started rolling around on the bed.

I feel uncomfortable all over.

The villagers, probably warned by the village chief, did not come over to look at her and Song Kezi, these two outsiders.

Although it was a leisurely time, it prevented Zhu Wuyao from triggering side quests. She opened her eyes and decided to take the initiative and talk to the villagers.

Let's explore what secrets this small mountain village holds.

Zhu Wuyao has already carefully surveyed the area. There are no spiritual veins or famous mountains nearby. Moreover, it seems that the spiritual energy in the mountains has not increased, but rather that the spiritual energy in the surrounding area has decreased.

They seemed to have been drawn to this small mountain village.

She snapped her fingers, silencing Song Kezi, and asked:

"Have you noticed anything unusual about this place?"

Song Kezi immediately sat up and nodded, saying:

"Yes! I feel that these villagers have lived for too long, and it's really unpleasant to look at them."

……

In fact, Zhu Wuyao had seriously considered this sentence, such as the idea of ​​something like "lingering in this place" or "undying spirits"...

But she quickly dismissed the idea.

The fresh corpses in the graves lessened the sense of horror.

In this world, there is probably nothing that can deceive her eyes anymore.

Zhu Wuyao's current strength is among the top in the cultivation world. It's just that she's unlucky, as her opponents are all very powerful figures, and each of them is older and more experienced than her.

If something is "off" like this and it managed to fool her, then it has to be a whole level stronger.

So... is there really nothing unusual about this place?

With this question in mind, Zhu Wuyao began to wander through the streets and alleys. Before he saw any villagers, he suddenly looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, and discovered that a Nascent Soul cultivator was flying over in a flamboyant manner.

Before even landing, he made a sound to shoo people away:

"You mortals, you have three hours to move out of this place. This immortal is going to carve out a palace from this mountain."

Wishing you no invitation:?

Song Kezi, standing beside him, chuckled and immediately stepped forward, shouting and cursing:

"Where did this nameless old thief come from? State your name so I can hear who this shameless person is who dares to kick people out as soon as they open their mouth, acting all high and mighty while occupying the mountain and mansion."

"I can only afford to live in a dilapidated house with two walls, and you want to occupy several surrounding mountains?!"

After saying that, he quickly shrank behind Zhu Wuyao and whispered:

"Since we have fled here, we must not reveal our identities. There are only a handful of Nascent Soul stage cultivators in the South who are well-known."

"If we let him leave this place, he will be killed in an instant."

"The right way is to nip it in the bud!"

Zhu Wuyao wholeheartedly agreed.

She was about to say something when she wanted to take the opportunity to find out if the person had discovered anything else amiss, or if he had also been attracted by the unusual spiritual energy.

But then the cultivator in mid-air, with an arrogance unique to the Nascent Soul stage, looked down at Song Kezi and asked her:

"Oh? There are already fellow Daoists here. May I ask which sect or school you belong to, and how you should address me?"

"I've taken a liking to this place; I wonder if you, my friend, would be willing to part with it?"

The residents of the nameless village opened their doors slightly and cautiously peered out, listening anxiously to the immortals' conversation.

Song Kezi immediately poked his head out and retorted sarcastically:

"You're so shameless! We can only afford to live in a run-down house. If you want to stay here, I'll share half of my bed with you."

"If you want more space, the cemetery is spacious. Why don't you lie down in a coffin? Maybe there are a few warm bodies you can sleep with!"

Song Kezi will offend everyone equally.

The cultivator in mid-air lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and unleashed a crimson arc blade that slashed straight at Song Kezi, saying:

"You dare to speak to an old man like me?"

He considered himself to have treated her with courtesy, and had even planned that if the woman was willing to form a good relationship with him, he would reciprocate with a small gift.

Unexpectedly, this person remained silent, allowing the junior cultivator beside him to repeatedly offend him with his words.

Therefore, this crimson arc blade was not only to teach the rude young man a lesson, but also to test the woman's cultivation level.

Zhu Wuyao's gaze darkened slightly as he saw the spirit blade hurtling towards his back.

Ha, this cultivator probably thinks he's being humble and polite, calmly discussing the ownership of this mountain with me, while secretly thinking I'm ungrateful...

In my mind's eye, I could already see villagers crying as they packed their belongings.

She saw the village chief had changed into better clothes and was sitting upright in his house, with his cane placed aside. The children beside him were urging him to leave.

The village chief simply shook his head, already prepared to perish in the surrounding mountains.

The old woman who had been resting under a palm-leaf fan slowly walked out of the wooden gate, lay down on the rocking chair, and gently fanned herself, seemingly enjoying this last twilight.

Zhu Wuyao sneered.

Sometimes, it's not that she wants to kill, but that someone is eager to die.

Song Kezi made a good point—I, Luoye Yaoqiu, can only live in a dilapidated house with two walls, while you, an unknown rogue cultivator, demand that all the villagers move out and forcibly occupy several mountains.

She has never allowed herself to enjoy the privileges of being a "strong person," so how could she stand to see others showing off their power?

Zhu Wuyao did not consider herself a saint; she was just an ordinary person. Therefore, anyone more domineering and tyrannical than her was an evil person and deserved to die.

The spirit blade arrived in an instant.

The bladeless sword materialized before her. She gripped it, raised it from below, and the blade traced an arc in the air, slicing through the spirit blade as it continued its attack on the cultivator in the air.

This battle does not require the use of the Endless Form, nor does it require guarding against Song Kezi or taking him into the cauldron.

The next moment, Zhu Wuyao's figure disappeared from the spot.

He leaped in front of the Nascent Soul cultivator with his sword, and without saying a word, unleashed a killing move.

The Nascent Soul cultivator was greatly alarmed. He had not expected Zhu Wuyao to be so powerful, nor had he expected her to launch a killing move without warning.

He immediately drew his whisk, intending to restrain the sword energy, and hurriedly said:

"Why do you act so ruthlessly, fellow Daoist?! If you want to take this mountain, I'll let you! Why do you resort to a killing move right from the start?"

How peaceful, reasonable, and justified.

Zhu Wuyao reached out from the void and picked up a withered yellow leaf. The Nascent Soul cultivator stared at the leaf, his pupils contracting, recognizing the person before him—

Black clothes, broadsword, fallen leaves...

"Because I am—a fallen leaf inviting autumn."