kvmb Chapter 525 The fake Song Jiang hid the real Huang Chao
Chapter 525 The fake Song Jiang hid the real Huang Chao
"If you wish to manipulate the cause and effect of the Giant Sword Sect's territory in the North, you will need to be extremely focused!"
"The flapping of a butterfly's wings can create a distant hurricane; the probability, coincidence, and causality involved must all be perfect."
"If Shen Anzhi discovers the anomaly and forcibly destroys the spiritual barrier, one wrong move could lead to total defeat, and he may face a backlash."
The spirit pen hovered anxiously around Zhu Wuyao.
Over the years, the karma that Zhu Wuyao set aside has been used to do some small things, and all of it has been done through the medium of the Spirit Pen.
Once the object representing cause and effect is placed, like that wooden plaque, the timing and plot are predetermined. After it is given away, the relationship between the wooden plaque and Zhu Wuyao will be severed.
Zhu Wuyao's share of the purple aura is incomplete.
Therefore, the accuracy is not high.
The larger the issue you want to influence, the farther away it is, and the more intermediaries involved, the lower the probability of success.
To accurately and flawlessly unleash a distant hurricane, one needs to maintain constant contact with the purple aura and the things that govern cause and effect, which is equivalent to the chess player personally taking to the field and interfering with the workings of the heavens.
If something goes wrong at that time, the consequences will backfire.
Similarly, countless "coincidences" will lead to the death of the player holding the chess piece.
Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment, then said:
"Shen Anzhi has been keeping me in check in Changxiao Town for ten years. His real purpose should be to prevent me from affecting the external process."
"I also have a desire to escape the world and do not want to see the suffering in the world anymore, so I reluctantly agreed to his bet in exchange for ten years of peace."
"But Ge Mingsheng is someone I once protected, and now she's going to protect someone else."
"While some may be shrouded in darkness, others must find light."
After speaking, she formed hand seals, and a spiritual barrier was erected on the cliff. She then used an array to shield the fluctuations of spiritual energy, and a precious cauldron covered the barrier, remaining unmoved.
Isolated from inside and outside.
He pretended to be in seclusion, attempting to break through to a higher realm.
Nothing and nothing should disturb it.
A bird was pecking at the rice not far from the formation. Full and energetic, it flapped its wings and flew away into the distance, with purple mist silently surrounding its wings.
Carrying a portion of Zhu Wuyao's divine consciousness, it flew south.
When Shen Anzhi saw Mingzhu walk out of Xuan Shi Academy, his spiritual senses were slightly triggered, as if he had a premonition. He suddenly looked up at the distant mountains and saw Zhu Wuyao setting up the Xuan Ding formation. His breath caught in his throat for a moment.
He frowned slightly, looked up at the blue sky, and seemed both puzzled and enlightened.
He laughed self-deprecatingly.
It's hard to tell whether this is fate or just pure coincidence.
Do not try to outsmart the heavens and earth; all things will follow their predetermined course and move forward through the years. No human power can stop them. Like an ant trying to shake a tree or a mantis trying to stop a chariot, even a visitor from another world, once trapped in the cage of heaven and earth, cannot escape.
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Miss Cui was quickly found by the cultivators.
She was able to write a sequel to a banned book like "The Reclusive Master," and the ending was accepted by many scholars because she had been thinking about related matters before the book was published.
In this world, cultivators hold an absolute position of power.
The masses have absolutely no chance of resistance.
Even without the book "The Reclusive Master," perhaps she would have written a similar storybook...
Before she even started writing, she had already considered that if the ending of this book were to spread, it might anger the immortals, and if cultivators were to understand the true meaning of the book, she might lose her life.
But Miss Cui never expected that those who came to capture her were not the four major orthodox sects.
Instead, it was a group of despicable villains who appeared out of nowhere.
At the time, she was teaching a class at the college when the door was suddenly kicked open, and a group of menacing-looking thugs burst in, immediately demanding, "Who's surnamed Cui?!"
The students were panicked, and Miss Cui also felt a moment of panic, but quickly calmed down and stepped forward to say:
"I am Cui Heng."
The burly man at the head of the group grinned maliciously, took three steps forward, grabbed her shoulder with his hand, and pulled her over like a chicken, saying:
"You're Cui Heng, the one who wrote the ending of 'The Reclusive Master,' right? Come with me, you're in luck! The immortal lord wants to see you!"
The students sensed that the person had ill intentions, and some tried to stop him.
Cui Heng's shoulder felt as if it had been crushed; cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She raised her hand to stop the students, not wanting to drag innocent people into this, and said:
"It must be the immortal lord who wants me to go and write the book. Don't panic, everyone sit back down. I'll be right back."
Lu Youqi's disciples, having received instructions, knew they couldn't make too much of a scene, lest Li Yan intervene.
Right now, Lu Youqi is in the city management office of another town, discussing immortals and Taoism with Li Yan. The group of them came over to invite Mr. Cui out of the city gate as a "gift" for her.
Seeing that she knew what was good for her, the leader laughed a few times and said coldly:
"Of course, we will send Mr. Cui back."
I just don't know what it looks like.
If this Miss Cui is sensible enough to kneel and kowtow to the immortals a few times and know how to please them, perhaps they will break both of her legs and leave her with only half a breath; if she is not sensible enough, she might be whittled into a stick, played with until she is done, and then sent back.
However, they should at least leave some breathing room and wait for Lu Youqi to arrive so he can handle the situation personally.
Cui Heng was gagged, stuffed into a wooden barrel, and transported out of the city.
At the same time, Mingzhu entered the city.
She was going to find Mr. Cui.
They wanted to subtly remind Mr. Cui that something might happen in the city today and that he should leave the city as soon as possible to seek refuge.
I would also like to talk to Mr. Cui about how studying is useless in this world. I want to find an answer and ask where the way out for mortals really lies. Immortals have regarded mortals as ants for thousands of years. What is the use of mortals' anger?
They brushed past each other.
A bumpy donkey cart carrying dirty wooden buckets was heading out of the city, and impoverished students were walking towards the city.
Meanwhile, the bird in the sky was looking south and flapping its wings to fly forward. Having eaten its fill of rice, it had more energy and soared a longer distance, which happened to be seen by the young nobleman riding a horse.
The bow is fully drawn, ready to be released.
An arrow narrowly missed the bird's wing, startling it into a cry. The bird quickly flapped its wings and fled.
The purple aura attached to it silently changed its host the moment the bird and the arrow brushed past each other, and then attached itself to the flying arrow.
The scions of noble families under the sky missed their target with this arrow, and all sighed in disappointment.
The flying arrow traced a parabola in the air.
It was falling downwards.
It happened to land right in the middle of the escort agency's well-prepared caravan. Startled, the divine steed reared up and neighed, causing a minor commotion. No one was injured, except that the horse's hoof had loosened the hoof nails engraved with talismans when it landed.
The leader of the escort team cursed angrily.
The minor commotion before his departure made him nervous, but as a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, he quickly adjusted his mindset.
He raised his voice and shouted, "Everyone, cheer yourselves on! Tonight we'll march a thousand miles, and tomorrow spirit stones will roll in!"
After speaking, he channeled his spiritual power into the crystalline artifact in his hand. As the light shone, the inscriptions on the steeds in the formation unfolded into palm-sized patterns.
The escort team headed south.
High on a distant mountain, Zhu Wuyao, standing beneath the Pinghe Cauldron, stood solemnly, his mind focused.
Shen Anzhi slowly raised his hand and caught the falling raindrops. His clothes fluttered in the wind. He remembered the rainstorm many years ago, when Heaven was protecting her.
With favorable winds, the fake Song Jiang hid the real Huang Chao.