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

Chapter 564 Trying to Go Astray in Qi Cultivation

The array that vaguely appeared on the walls and floor of the secret room instantly trapped Wu Wei. He was shocked and quickly tried to break the array.

However, it was discovered that this formation was extremely powerful, having been jointly created by several Nascent Soul stage formation cultivators.

It was all for... to trap the woman in front of me!

It was not only to trap her, but also to protect her.

He was able to shield this person from a deadly attack.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Bang—!"

As the runes on the chains dimmed, the woman clenched her fist and yanked, causing several chains that had passed through her body to snap instantly.

She slowly raised her hand in front of her, gently and tremblingly clenching her fingers, a strange expression on her face that seemed to be both crying and laughing.

Hearing Wu Wei's question, her voice was hoarse and cold as she replied:

"Who am I... I am the ancestor of all formations, the most powerful formation cultivator in the world."

"It was the strongest foundation of the Juque Sect when it was on the verge of extinction."

"I am—Fu Shan."

That's right.

When facing annihilation, their strongest foundation was revealed.

Fu Shan's junior brother usurped power while she was in seclusion. She had no choice but to forcibly merge with the fragments of the Heavenly Dao.

That makes people afraid to kill her.

This approach saved her life, but it locked her in this dark and secluded room, imprisoning her for a thousand years.

"If this secret room under the sect leader's bed is discovered and forcibly broken open by outsiders, it means that the Juque Sect is on the verge of extinction. Whether you are released or killed, your chains will be broken."

"You will become the great gift that the Juque Sect bestows upon the world."

"If a usurper discovers this secret room later, what does it matter to me whether the position of sect leader is yours or someone else's?"

Yes, he's dead.

The successor who knew of his own existence also died.

The day Fu Shan is freed will be the day someone who is not a direct descendant of him obtains the position of sect leader and discovers this secret room.

She cannot take revenge.

When Fu Shan broke free of her cage, all her enemies were dead.

Moreover, she has been trapped for a thousand years, and when she is reborn, she will be filled with boundless rage. Whether they are from other sects or those who have seized the position of sect leader, Fu Shan will not let them go if she wants to escape and seize power.

She could even... avenge him.

Fu Shan slightly raised his finger, completely isolating the secret room from the outside world.

She couldn't tell whether the person who entered the secret room was a reckless fool or a cautious one. But faced with a foolish woman who would remind her of the previous sect leader's romantic affairs, should she let her go or kill her?

No matter what the other party chooses, she will be freed from her predicament.

There are no gambles or probabilities here at Fu Shan's place; what she wants is for all paths to lead to a predetermined ending.

She wants 100%.

"You were the one who suddenly teleported my junior brother to the sword's edge?!"

Fu Shan slowly pulled the iron chain out of his shoulder blade, revealing bones, blood, and filth.

She didn't respond; she was focused on doing her own thing.

She was the one who did it.

Unfortunately, after a thousand years of struggle, she only managed to gain a tiny sliver of a breakthrough, and there was very little she could do.

Thanks to that troublesome divination cultivator, the former sect leader has been frequently visiting this place recently, giving Fu Shan many opportunities to "draw the formation".

She did not place all her hopes on that fortune teller.

Within the range of the sect-protecting formation, no matter which Nascent Soul stage elder is facing a killing intent, and no matter who the attacker is, the former sect leader will be teleported there and unexpectedly run into the strongest killing intent.

But it cannot be denied that the fortune teller was very clever.

If this person hadn't made the right moves every step of the way, how could I have escaped this predicament ahead of time?

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Zhu Wuyao slept soundly all night.

I had a headache when I woke up.

The news that "the leader of the Juque Sect was killed by her" has resurfaced, giving Zhu Wuyao an even bigger headache.

"The fluctuations from fragments of the Heavenly Dao?"

She successfully reconnected after the disconnection.

Picking up where he left off before falling asleep, he asked the spirit pen.

"That's right! That slight fluctuation was extremely weak, so as you can see, it's just a teleportation array."

"Its brilliance lies in its ingenious mechanism. With extremely weak power, it triggered the resonance of the sect's protective formation, using a borrowed knife to kill."

"This person's mastery of formations is unparalleled."

"If you used exhaustive methods and probability to break through the multiple layers of formations on Jiaoling with a single strike, this person can directly identify the flaws in the formations based on his understanding of formations."

It’s over.

Even though he already had some guesses, Lingbi's words completely confirmed the existence of a powerful enemy and fragments of the Heavenly Dao.

Even before it's out, it can already cause trouble for itself.

Now completely out of trouble...

Zhu Wuyao pondered for a moment, then took out the Pinghe Cauldron and threw Song Kezi against the cave wall.

"Ouch!

"Zhu Wuyao, you actually locked me up for so long! Ahhh, and you weren't even hurt!"

"I--"

Song Kezi suddenly met Zhu Wuyao's eyes.

He paused mid-sentence, then slid down the wall and sat down, saying:

"I'm so happy that you're back safe and sound..."

He remembered that Zhu Wuyao had the same expression on his face the last time he tried to kill him.

That's right.

Zhu Wuyao is indeed thinking about this matter.

The powerful enemy is bound to the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, which should be similar to her own condition.

When necessary, such as when you really can't beat them or when the other party poses too great a threat to the world, it can be a cost-effective choice.

Of course, this is only a last resort.

She certainly hoped that after finding the object of her destiny, she could break free from the bond with the spirit brush and let only the powerful enemy die alongside Song Kezi.

"Did you guess this person's scheme?"

"Zhu Wuyao, how dare you slander me like this! We've traveled the world together, and I've always been thinking of you wholeheartedly! Not only do you not appreciate it, but you actually... you actually wronged me... Waaaaah!"

Song Kezi huddled in a corner of the cave and cried in grievance.

This made Zhu Wuyao somewhat annoyed.

She raised her hand and slammed Song Kezi against the wall, successfully stopping the noise in her ears.

Then he closed his eyes, trying to see the state of Zhang Zhihan and Gu Yiguan through the purple aura, in order to know the situation outside.

Several lines of large characters were written on Zhang Zhihan's desk—

"Ink Trace Bookstore withdraws from the South"

"Wu Wei of the Juque School becomes the new sect leader."

No trace of a powerful enemy was found.

"Hoping for peace"

"Zhu Wuyao... Zhu Wuyao, let's run away. As long as we run fast enough, the Great Tribulation won't be able to catch us."

I heard Song Kezi's soft voice calling my name.

He cautiously moved closer to Zhu Wuyao and offered his suggestion.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him.

Then, the memory returns.

She recalled Song Kezi's casual remark: "If only the leader of the Juque Sect could die for no reason."

……

Zhu Wuyao slowly clenched her fist and smashed it into his eye socket.

"what!"

Song Kezi let out a melodious scream.

The leader of the Juque Sect is really dead.

Moreover, his death was inexplicable and extremely absurd, since the cause of death circulating outside was that the camaraderie among the disciples of the Juque Sect was deeply moving, and the sect leader died protecting his senior brother from a sword.

The thought of tens of thousands of illusory incarnations benefiting a powerful enemy and enhancing the "good name" of the Juque Sect leader made Zhu Wuyao feel his spiritual energy flow sluggish.

He wanted to go mad from practicing qi cultivation.