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

Chapter 566 Invitation

I feel a little out of sorts without "Ten Thousand Book Reviews".

Zhu Wuyao is really looking forward to this issue of the tabloid.

I wonder how he would describe his heroic figure as he takes the life of an enemy among a thousand men and then leaves gracefully.

Whether it's Zhang Zhihan, Gu Yiguan, or the elders who are connected to the Purple Qi hotspot.

They all seem to have moved away from fragmented reading.

It is conceivable that although "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" is very interesting, it is not a necessity for cultivators.

Ink Trace Bookstore withdrew from the south.

Even if the fortune teller from the Juque School hadn't guessed it before and was using tabloids, he could now guess it.

"Zhu Wuyao, you...you killed the leader of the Juque Sect?!"

Song Kezi said in a low voice, very excited.

"I knew you were destined for great things!"

"When shall we go and kill a few more? I can be your support!"

"Hopefully the elders of the Giant Sword Sect can— um!"

This time, Zhu Wuyao used his magic in time to stop Song Kezi from continuing.

Although Song Kezi's intentional words are unlikely to come true, his casual musings are more likely to.

But Zhu Wuyao can't stand this kind of sentence structure now.

Whenever she recalls what happened in the Juque Sect, she feels like she's going mad from practicing qi cultivation.

Although the "Ten Thousand Volumes of Book Reviews" is no longer available, this is still the south under the jurisdiction of the Juque Sect. Such a major event has occurred in the sect above, and the news spread like wildfire within a few days.

"Have you heard? That Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn is still in the south!"

"Wow! So arrogant, why aren't you running away?"

"I actually hope she kills a few more..."

"Be careful what you say, shush——"

……

The streets and alleys were abuzz with talk of Zhu Wuyao's "heroic act." Although no one dared to say it too explicitly, the underlying message was one of support.

"Fortune teller, come, please tell my fortune."

Someone saw the banner that read "One divination, one coin" and stepped forward to offer a coin.

Zhu Wuyao reached out and accepted it.

He handed over paper and pen, saying:

"Write down any character, what do you want it to be?"

"Tell me, where is Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn?"

After saying this, he took the charcoal stick and wrote the character "invite" on the paper.

Wishing you no invitation: ?

Seeing the fortune teller standing there dumbfounded, the passerby said nonchalantly:

"I know that you fortune tellers who go from street to street are all swindlers."

"Even if you have some ability, it's too much to ask a nobody like you to calculate the affairs of a famous person."

"But it's only one penny, let's just treat it as a bit of fun!"

Zhu Wuyao raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Song Kezi beside him was gesticulating wildly, pointing repeatedly at Zhu Wuyao, as if to say—

It's her, it's her, it's definitely her!

Zhu Wuyao understood what the passerby meant, put away the copper coins, and took the piece of Xuan paper with the character "邀" (invitation) written on it.

The Celestial Observation Technique is activated.

Yes, her immunity to fortune-telling is still working.

It can't calculate anything.

However, over the years, Zhu Wuyao had already divined many characters. Even if she couldn't use her divination skills, she still had the mouth of a divination cultivator. She immediately pretended to say:

The "敫" part of the character "邀" means "light and scenery flowing," often referring to something dazzling and eye-catching. Looking at the whole character, "邀" implies welcoming.

"Where she will go can be deduced—someone will be waiting for her in a prominent place."

"Since it's a conspicuous place, of course everyone will know about it, and you'll find out about it too."

Zhu Wuyao is spouting nonsense.

To fabricate stories based on facts.

The passerby seemed quite satisfied and nodded, saying:

"The opening line is just one word; the divination is all made up."

"However, you are right, so I will reward you with another coin. After all, news about important figures in the cultivation world is not something we mortals can know."

"But this 'Autumn Leaves Invite the Autumn' is quite generous!"

“Every time they do something, they make it known to the whole world, and we can all enjoy watching it!”

Zhu Wuyao was left speechless, both amused and exasperated.

She reached out and took the extra copper coin, then echoed:

"If Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn knew how much you care about her, she would definitely grant your wish~"

Thanks for the tip!

Song Kezi darted left and right, constantly pointing his finger at Zhu Wuyao, as if countless arrows were appearing in the void, and he kept making "woo woo woo" sounds.

Well, that makes him look like an idiot.

Now, the Juque Sect is in chaos, and the previous encirclement is no longer sustainable.

At least for the next few days, I hope Wuyao can feel a little lighter.

If she hadn't guessed that the array master from the Juque Sect had escaped, she would have tried to kill a sect leader every now and then.

The consumption is just too high...

Alas, once something like this happens, even without that array master, it would be very difficult to infiltrate the Juque Sect again.

Wu Wei is not someone to be trifled with.

He snapped his fingers, lifting Song Kezi's silencing.

Although things have been a bit easier lately, Zhu Wuyao still didn't choose to stay at an inn, but instead carved out a cave in the wild.

The Pinghe Ding gently emitted its light.

Song Kezi lay on the ground, propping his chin up as if lost in thought. Beside him, Zhu Wuyao was counting copper coins. A pile of copper coins lay scattered in the cave, reflecting a metallic gleam and making a clattering sound as they clattered together.

Light and shadow intersect.

It's like a dragon's treasure.

Song Kezi rubbed his eyes and said listlessly:

"It's so annoying, it's so bright."

"Zhu Wuyao, can we stay at an inn? Or maybe we should just raid a house in the wilderness?"

"When will you finally lose your cauldron? I'd love to get all the copper coins together—ah!"

He crashed into the stone wall and fell to the ground.

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The Juque School.

"Sigh, I don't know what happened, but Mohen Bookstore actually withdrew from the south. We won't be able to read storybooks and tabloids anymore..."

"Look what this is!"

"Ah! 'Ten Thousand Book Reviews'? Where did you get it from?"

"Where else could it have come from? When I was coming down the mountain, I saw a caravan reading 'Ten Thousand Book Reviews,' so I must have forcibly bought it!"

For security escort agencies, tabloids are extremely useful.

A single trip could take an unknown number of days, and the business they conducted placed them somewhere between cultivators and mortals.

For the escort agency, "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" is very helpful in understanding the recent changes in the power dynamics of various parties and in making up for any information missed during the escort missions.

"Quick, let me see. This issue of 'Ten Thousand Books Review' should have our sect's headline, right...?"

"Don't even mention it. Luckily, Mohen Bookstore closed down quickly. The tabloids were only focused on praising the heroic spirit of 'Falling Leaves Inviting Autumn.' If it hadn't closed down, I would have gone and smashed it up."

"I think the reason why Mohen Bookstore dares to publish articles like this is because they moved away from the South!"

Just as the two were arguing, someone suddenly approached them.

"What are you looking at?"

The sound seemed to be coming from a distance.

Startled, the two let out a howl—

"Ahhh!"

Only after turning around and seeing who it was did he breathe a sigh of relief:

"It's Elder Fu. We were just reading the tabloid."