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

Chapter 497 The Day the New Book Was Released

Perhaps it's a side effect of drifting in the secret realm for many years.

Zhu Wuyao would sit in the courtyard for a long time, watching the wind blow the leaves and the moon shine its silver light, often sitting there all night long.

It seems that she herself is also a lifeless thing drifting with the tide.

Lingbi was used to the long years and naturally did not notice Zhu Wuyao's changes. In Lingbi's view, her silence was a very normal phenomenon.

After that day, the only change was that the little girl next door often lingered outside the door, and sometimes even tried to climb over the wall to see what the people inside were doing.

It seems that he has developed a strong curiosity about Zhu Wuyao.

Perhaps it was her blindness, or perhaps it was the swaying Xuan paper and ink in the courtyard, but in any case, she was completely different from the hunters, woodcutters, and other people around her.

Zhu Wuyao had no intention of chatting with her.

She simply let the eight- or nine-year-old girl wander around outside her yard, but never opened the door to invite anyone in.

The little girl named "Azhu" probably lingered outside her door for four or five days before rarely coming back, seemingly losing interest in this blind woman who could write.

Today should be the day the storybook is released.

Beixuan City.

Even though Mohen Bookstore did not respond to the "challenge," Qingzhai Anthology still orchestrated its own event by setting up a polling station in a crowded area.

A lively and bustling event.

They even moved the book launch to a public place.

Wuyuzi is giving a passionate speech:

"Thank you all for your continued support!"

“If it weren’t for the fact that Mohen Bookstore was so deceitful, I would not have wanted to bring up the past. But my school may have been defeated, but my mentor cannot be humiliated like this!”

"I stand here to prove to the world that I am the one who truly carries on the tradition of Wuyu culture!"

"The 'Silent One' at Ink Trace Bookstore is a fake!"

"The fact that we didn't accept the challenge is proof of that. Ink Trace Bookstore is afraid. We're afraid to witness the failure of the imposter Wuyu, afraid to see my victory, and afraid to see the recognition of you readers!"

Having said this, Wuyuzi wiped away a tear.

He stood on the high platform and bowed deeply to everyone, saying:

"I'm speechless on behalf of my mentor. Thank you all!"

Speechless:?

Perhaps it was the recent "concessions" and "inaction" of Mohen Bookstore that emboldened Wu Cang and Wuyuzi.

People below might not have believed it at first, but the Mohen Bookstore's attitude of not responding at all caused everyone to switch sides, and many people were willing to come here to join in the fun.

After such a passionate speech, he was swept up in a frenzy of emotion.

Those book lovers who faithfully follow "Silence" seem to have returned to their youth in a daze.

Back when I was at odds with the readers of "Youdaoshi," we would gather in groups of three or five, standing in front of Mohen Bookstore and arguing with them.

Just like today, we gathered to uphold silence.

"Seek justice for those who are speechless!"

"No wonder Wuyu was once at the height of his fame, but then disappeared without a trace! Ink Trace Bookstore, give us an explanation!"

"Does praising the righteous mean we have to sacrifice the speechless?!"

"May those imposters from Mohen Bookstore die a horrible death!"

"..."

People may not like Wuyuzi that much, but they genuinely want to seek justice for Wuyuzi, and thus they despise Mohen Bookstore and turn to its opposite side.

Qingzhai Bookstore was taking advantage of this situation.

Wu Cang was overjoyed as he watched the silver roll in. He could almost foresee Qingzhai Bookstore's future of crushing Mohen Bookstore and becoming the industry leader!

Just as everyone was queuing up to pay for the storybook, a group of people suddenly came by beating drums and gongs. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Lady Sun!

Madam Sun is quite old, her black hair has turned white, and she has weathered many storms over the decades, yet she still exudes a steady and composed aura.

especially--

The group behind her carried several boxes of silver.

This makes Lady Sun seem even more vigorous despite her age; indeed, money, power, fame, and fortune are among the most dazzling ornaments in life.

Madam Sun seemed to have come in anger.

She didn't believe Wuyuzi at first, so she went to find Li Fuwei, but the old scoundrel was secretive and tight-lipped, refusing to divulge anything.

This made Madam Sun's anger flare up instantly.

Some even suspect that... when he stopped writing in silence, it was indeed because Ink Trace Bookstore interfered!

Now, Madam Sun stood before the crowd and said loudly:

"I suppose my Lady Sun has been a silent reader for many years. Recently, there has been news of her reappearance in the literary world. How can I not support her?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Sun couldn't find a temple to offer the pig's head to, nor could he meet with Wuyu from Mohen Bookstore. So he could only bring these five boxes of silver here to see if Wuyu from Qingzhai Bookstore would be willing to accept these meager gifts."

This posture!

Wu Yuzi stared wide-eyed at the boxes of silver.

Although he was greedy, the five chests of silver were not enough to make him lose his mind. What really tempted him was the way to make money through "tips"!

Moreover, people have a flaw—

If there is no one backing them up, they will act more cautiously.

But if he had a way out, if he had a "what if..." option, he wouldn't want to keep going. He would only feel satisfied and happy if he revealed all his cards.

"Perhaps this is a good opportunity..."

"Once everyone accepts that the 'Speechless' person in my Qingzhai Bookstore is the real 'Speechless,' then even if Mohen Bookstore were to promote the true 'Speechless,' it would be to no avail!"

Not only were people caught up in the frenzy.

The gleaming silver and the expectant gazes of the crowd seemed to ignite a fuse, fueling the burning flames within Wuyuzi. He was swept along, perhaps going with the flow, and stood on the high platform, proclaiming:

"Everyone!

"My teacher is speechless. He is now a guest in the backyard of Qingzhai Bookstore. Because I have not written anything for many years, I am ashamed to face all my fellow book lovers. I did not want to tell you about this matter, but your kindness has moved my teacher and me to tears!"

"Why don't you come with me to the backyard of Qingzhai Bookstore and ask Wuyu to come out and meet us!"

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"Hush! Hush!

"There are still a few mortals guarding the backyard, so keep your voice down!"

After hearing Gu Lang's reminder, Luo Budao, holding the "Seeing is believing" wooden plaque, said indifferently:

"Don't worry, the people from Qingzhai Bookstore all went to that meeting and voting area today, and they're plotting something against your Mohen Bookstore."

"Who would have thought that instead of fighting at such a crucial moment, we would sneak into the backyard of Qingzhai Bookstore?"

Luo Budao chuckled, about to activate his cultivation technique, when his ears twitched, and he turned to ask:

"Why do I hear the sound of gongs and drums, and it seems to be getting closer? And what's this 'speechless' thing?"

Gu Lang was a little anxious.

Although they heard the sounds of gongs and drums, seeing that Luo Budao was still distracted, they quickly urged him:

"It must be that someone is getting married today, the wedding date was set early and can't be changed, and they're also thinking about Wuyu's new book."

"Don't get distracted, quickly circulate your energy!"

Luo Budao nodded hurriedly, and together with Gu Lang, they quietly sneaked towards the banquet hall. Concentrating their minds, they activated the technique that had the side effect of "replaying past events," saying as they did so:

"It's not that accurate! I reckon I'll have to try a few more times before I can get the timing right!"

(Friends, I'm taking the day off today – Wednesday, December 12.18th)