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

Chapter 486 Dining Etiquette

Ye Xiaozhou's gaze fell on him, as if he had instantly understood the person Shen Anzhi was looking for based on those words. His eyes narrowed slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He then blinked, smiled, and said:

"Shen Anzhi, it's been a few years since I last saw you. Your cultivation has improved quite a bit. You've actually reached the Nascent Soul stage. That's really unexpected."

Ye Xiaozhou raised his finger and pointed to the sky, seemingly implying something:

"Are you perhaps acting on behalf of Heaven?"

Normally, "acting on behalf of Heaven" means punishing evil and promoting good. But now Ye Xiaozhou is using it here to ask Shen Anzhi whether his actions are from his own heart or swayed by the will of Heaven.

As a banished soul by destiny, Ye Xiaozhou exists outside the realm of cause and effect.

On the contrary, it can help you see through something.

Furthermore, if Shen Anzhi had nothing extraordinary about him, he wouldn't have been accepted as a personal disciple by Sect Leader Fang. This position of personal disciple is more of a supervisory role than an honor.

Sect Leader Fang placed some extraordinary individuals related to the Heavenly Dao beside him for close supervision.

They were all fireballs that could explode at any moment.

Some may remain stable, living a peaceful and uneventful life; others, however, may suddenly become extremely dangerous at some point.

This was what surprised Ye Xiaozhou.

If Shen Anzhi had truly lost his mind and become a puppet to carry out the task of eliminating the Heavenly Dao, how could the sect leader have let him leave?

Could it be... that it was delivered to her so she could do it herself?

Shen Anzhi's tone remained as gentle as ever, as if the carnage along the way had not affected his temperament in the slightest. He said:

“Junior Sister Ye, Heaven does indeed want to cut off the unnatural causes and effects, and I also want to correct all of this. Since that’s the case, I will do my own thing and that is to act on behalf of Heaven.”

"I do things not for the sake of right or wrong, but only for the sake of perfection."

“Swish!”

Ye Xiaozhou's scimitar flew in without any warning. One moment he was sitting casually on a tree branch, and the next he immediately switched to a hunting and fighting stance.

As the previous scimitar became sluggish in the mist, she didn't hesitate and immediately leaped into the air.

He attacked Shen Anzhi with a curved sword.

As Ye Xiaozhou stepped on the first curved blade and approached, the mist suddenly dissipated, and she met Shen Anzhi's eyes, which were gentle, indifferent, and empty.

In an instant, this death wish pierced his mind, striking straight at his soul.

Space and time seem to stand still.

Ye Xiaozhou heard him say:

“Junior Sister Ye, today is not the day my lifespan ends. You cannot kill me no matter what. Why risk testing me when I am still seriously injured?”

The murderous aura shot straight to the top of his head, breaking free from the shackles of death. Ye Xiaozhou immediately closed his eyes, withdrew his sword, and retreated.

When I opened my eyes again, Shen Anzhi was indeed gone.

Ye Xiaozhou wasn't particularly dejected; she held the throwing knife in her hand thoughtfully—

It seems that Shen Anzhi's will has not been swayed by the will of Heaven.

If the will of Heaven is influencing Shen Anzhi, then she, who transcends cause and effect, would inevitably be one of his primary targets. It's illogical that Shen Anzhi didn't intend to kill her.

There are different ways to kill someone.

In other words, Shen Anzhi was systematically taking the lives of others according to the rules he had set for himself.

He doesn't touch anyone who isn't part of his plan.

As a person with little morality and manners, Ye Xiaozhou certainly wouldn't avenge innocent people. She hadn't even finished killing the people she wanted to kill yet, so she had no interest in caring about other people's grudges.

"Knowing where she came from, we know where she is going..."

"They're looking for Zhu Wuyao."

Ye Xiaozhou muttered something to herself, then thought of Shen Anzhi. She touched her chin, looking quite worried.

In the world of cultivation, everyone is used to killing each other; if someone dies, it's simply because they were less skilled than others.

But someone like Shen Anzhi...

He would also select ordinary people in the mortal world who did not carry weapons and were not of this path. They were no different from evil cultivators, and everyone had the right to kill them. Even in death, they would not have a good reputation.

Ye Xiaozhou didn't understand what he was thinking.

Although they knew he was looking for Zhu Wuyao, they did not know his ultimate purpose.

Although there were still many troubles on the demon side, Zhu Wuyao's side seemed to be even more troublesome. Ye Xiaozhou decided to go back first. She sat down on the ground and sincerely tossed a copper coin.

The copper coin rolled a few times on the ground and then stood up.

"Uh-huh???"

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Near Dongji City.

A small town.

Zhu Wuyao is enjoying tofu pudding at a street-side eatery. After being isolated from the outside world for four years, she has regained her physical and sensory experience.

It's completely different from the feeling of your will floating in the air.

It finally felt real.

What's particularly surprising is that, following the Falling Leaves and Green Mountains paintings, she has now acquired a Wind Whirlwind painting from her Danqing Juecha Body Refining Technique, which can provide a speed boost.

Now, all that's left is to wait until after the Nascent Soul stage to give another blessing to the left arm.

Besides that... it's all bad news!

The restaurant owner's voice came through—

"Did you see that blind man? His eyesight isn't good, but he eats very efficiently. It's just that the way he eats... it's like he hasn't eaten in three years."

"I guess she's been craving this since she came back from her long trip, so I added two extra slices of meat to her noodles."

Zhu Wuyao quietly and gracefully began his meal.

Although she had spent four years in the secret realm, let alone made any progress, it was good enough that she hadn't regressed too much after Lu Tiaotiao's sword strike.

In recent years, the sword energy in the meridians of the Pinghe Cauldron has at least dissipated.

His level of understanding hasn't improved at all.

As for the eyes that were directly facing the sword energy, they were completely lifeless, with only vague light and shadow, and nothing could be distinguished.

If you try it for too long, it will start to sting.

The barrier of the secret realm, coupled with the full moon, meant that her eyes were actually indirectly receiving the sword energy.

Even so, it still ruined her ability to see.

"Worry, no invitation! That guy to your left seems to have his eye on your wallet!"

Zhu Wuyao silently replied in her heart, "I know..."

Although she couldn't see, it didn't actually have much of an impact on her life, since as a cultivator, she still had divine sense.

By evenly dispersing one's consciousness, one can form an impression of the surrounding scene in one's mind.

The reason for covering my eyes with a cloth strip is that I haven't mastered using my divine sense yet, so it can't completely replace my vision.

Furthermore, being a blind divination practitioner makes the story seem more credible, while being a blind swordsman sounds incredibly powerful.

Blind... Swordsman...

Zhu Wuyao lowered her head and smiled. This sounded too familiar. Wasn't this an adaptation of her story "The Golden Buddha"?

She lowered her head and laughed inexplicably.

The divine sense that was constantly scattered around immediately relayed the reactions of those around her to her.

The pickpocket on the left is muttering:

"I'm not that bad, I wouldn't steal money from blind and stupid people..."