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

Chapter 465 Sword

第 462

While Gu Yiguan was at the sect, Sect Leader Fang went down the mountain to travel. She concealed her identity and traveled from north to east, observing the world along the way.

I read storybooks and listened to operas in Dongji City.

Until the Qingyun Sect cultivators swaggered through the area, traveling in groups on swords through the air.

That's why Sect Leader Fang came.

To revisit a past cause and effect.

Sixteen years ago, when Zhu Wu invited this outsider to this world, she did not immediately notice.

It wasn't until Shen Anzhi, who descended the mountain to fulfill his destiny, accidentally saved and killed the wrong person, failing to bring the little beggar back to the mountain gate, that Sect Leader Fang realized that the long-awaited change for Zhaixing Tower had finally occurred.

She wasn't particularly satisfied with Zhu Wuyao, but she wasn't disappointed either.

All key milestones are progressing steadily.

But there are always some things that are beyond our control.

For example, during the trip to the demon race, Zhu Wuyao should have taken something from Feidu Lake and caused losses to the demon race.

But she didn't.

If this opportunity is missed, the scenes of Zhu Wuyao returning to the mountain gate to fight Shen Xun in the arena and break through to a higher realm cannot proceed smoothly. But for some reason—

Zhu Wuyao did not obtain any opportunities from Feidu Lake, but he comprehended a sword technique that could break through all situations.

The journey to the demon race did not yield satisfactory results.

Fortunately, Ye Xiaozhou and Zilong were very close friends. After parting ways with Zhu Wuyao, he tried to vent his anger by severely injuring the demon race on his own.

This can be considered as making up for the shortcomings.

As for Zhu Wuyao's dissatisfaction with Zhaixinglou, it was something that could not be helped.

During the flood in Nanli City, Sect Leader Fang knew that Zhu Wuyao was neither a ruthless person nor a fool. This meant that she could see through the scheme and could not accept it.

When given a choice, people tend to favor the good.

Sect Leader Fang did not travel quickly towards the secret realm.

When she found the place, all the Qingyun Sect cultivators stationed outside the secret realm had already fallen unconscious.

Take a gentle sniff.

The pervasive aroma of herbs already indicated the identity of the first to arrive.

With predecessors paving the way, saving Sect Leader Fang the trouble, she leisurely walked through the mountain tunnel, patiently studying the scattered writing on the stone walls—

"Since cause and effect are empty, who can truly know me?"

Back then, when Sect Leader Fang forgot her name, he knew that she had still made her choice, severing all ties to the past and becoming utterly alone in the world.

Only in this way can the person from beyond the realm brought by this magical pen become the only one with whom she has formed a karmic bond, and be bound to her by fate.

"Born at the wrong time, like a pebble thrown into a lake, I am gone now, may the next generation come..."

She was indeed born at the wrong time, but she was unwilling to be just a pebble that created a tiny ripple. So, she began with her death and pulled everyone into the game.

This person really knows how to cause trouble.

Even though the person is dead, they still stir up trouble and make the four sects restless.

The eight sarcastic words, "Opportunity in my favor, entry into my game," hang high on the stone wall before us, and beneath these eight words, a figure stands silently.

It was Granny Feng.

She snorted coldly and said, "As expected, you weren't poisoned to death."

Fearing that the old acquaintances might not recognize him, Sect Leader Fang deliberately changed his appearance to resemble his former self when he arrived, though his demeanor now appears quite mixed.

It possesses the youthful recklessness, yet also a touch of compassion, hypocrisy, and composure brought by the passage of time, like a girl humming a tune while watering flowers, who might suddenly say—"Let it go to its final rest."

In A-Feng's eyes, Sect Leader Fang was always an unpredictable person.

"Back then, I pleaded for her life, hoping you would spare her."

"I'll release him," said Sect Leader Fang.

Otherwise, how could she have seized the Spirit Pen and betrayed the Star-Picking Tower?

“You released her, but you knew she was trying to lure Junior Sister Tian and use the lives of her fellow disciples as a sacrifice to break through the Purple Qi and escape. Yet you pretended not to know and said that you were drunk that day and didn’t have time to stop her.”

Sect Leader Fang nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and said:

"Back then, she wasn't originally the sixth disciple personally taught by the sect leader, but when the master decided on someone, she killed someone else and forcibly took the position."

"Since you're pleading for her, you should know what kind of person she is."

Ah Feng and Junior Sister Tian had a very good relationship, so he could no longer forgive her.

Young A-Feng hunted her down for a long time in order to avenge his best friend.

Although she eventually escaped the pursuit of Zhaixinglou and Afeng by using her spirit brush to possess and kill people, becoming stronger with each battle, Danxiu's intention to harm people is always impossible to guard against.

Her shortened lifespan and the fact that she left behind this secret place to set up a scheme are also related to what happened back then.

Afeng had been chasing her for a long time and had seen many people who had been possessed and devoured by the Spirit Brush.

Therefore, when Zhu Wuyao appeared at Chunhui Hall, how could Afeng not see the traces of a game plan on her body?

But A-Feng never told Zhu Wu-Yao the truth.

Because this game of chess was built on the life of A-Feng's best friend, if the game is disrupted and loses its meaning, then what about A-Tian who died because of it?

So Afeng loathed Zhu Wuyao, pitied Zhu Wuyao, knew he couldn't blame Zhu Wuyao, but also harbored a bit of malice—your appearance was something my best friend had risked his life for, and whether you want to or not, you have to keep going.

Afeng recognized Zhu Wuyao.

And he became one of the driving forces, using Zhu Wuyao to find this place and witness the success or failure of this game firsthand.

Long ago, before Fang became the sect leader, he knew that the Star-Picking Tower had always been trying to summon people from outside the realm to come here.

And be able to guess the reason for failure—

Although Zhaixinglou committed evil deeds, it always tried to maintain the dignity of a prestigious and upright sect, and thus could not act with complete abandon.

Therefore, the sect leader Fang at the time allowed all of this to happen.

The scattered sacrifices over thousands of years are not worth it. Let's take this gamble and end all the problems in her generation. The decisions that Zhaixinglou cannot make, let Sect Leader Fang make.

The evil deeds that Zhaixinglou dared not commit were made to be done by the deserters.

Zhu Wuyao's time travel was never a serendipitous encounter, but rather a gamble.

Her birth was the result of scheming, conspiracy, and ulterior motives; she was the fruit of countless sins accumulated over millions of years by the Star-Picking Tower.

When Zhu Wuyao opened her eyes under that tree, when she first saw this world, the first move of the Sky-Gazing Technique, "Setting a Bond," had already landed on her.

The grace of being reborn, the second life—such a great blessing must, of course, come with a price to pay.

Therefore, no matter how much Zhu Wuyao struggles...

As long as she lives and enjoys this extraordinary gift, she will forever be entangled in cause and effect, walking the path laid out for her by the one who brought her into this world.

As long as she is alive.

Within the secret realm.

The mountain streams, transformed into lava flows, washed over Zhu Wuyao's shoes, sprouting black roots that seemed to engulf and entangle her.

In the distance, a sword light suddenly shone brightly.

Its radiance was so dazzling that it could pierce through the darkness of the entire world, instantly extinguishing the sea of ​​fire. Zhu Wuyao had never seen such sword intent before.

The weather is magnificent and grand, encompassing countless variations.

Even the swordsman Qi Suowei, who listened to the wind among all living beings for eight hundred years and whose sword strike was unmatched upon his birth, could not compare to it.

This is the purest and most perfect sword intent, seemingly the origin of all sword paths, and seemingly the ultimate goal for all sword cultivators.

It struck down in the darkness, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

A figure appeared before them.

Within the Sword Testing Realm, the swordsman who fought against the crowd was a figure that seemed both real and illusory, his appearance indistinct. His entire being exuded a powerful sword intent, as if he were the embodiment of the ultimate swordsmanship.

It resembles the sword itself.

As always before each encounter, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"The swordsman, Lu Tiaotiao."