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

Chapter 273 I'll Give You an Idea

Song Kezi reached out to pat his shoulder, but Shen Xun dodged it without making a sound.

"Shen Xun, I heard she took something from you?"

"What did they occupy? Could it be an inner disciple's position?"

"I remember back then, even with Shen Anzhi's help, you went through a lot of hardship to rise from an outer disciple to an inner disciple in less than two years."

"It's so pitiful..."

Shen Xun watched as Song Kezi took out a strip of cloth and slowly covered his eyes.

In fact, that's not all.

At the height of Zhu Wuyao's fame at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, he was extremely unlucky.

It would be a lie to say that there is no distance between them.

He wished that Zhu Wuyao would die in a foreign land and never return.

If that's the case, at least I can keep a little bit of remembrance in my heart.

But she came back.

Perhaps they will compete with me for the position of personal disciple, and perhaps in the near future, I will fade into obscurity and be left only to watch her shine brightly.

He had tested her cultivation level, and it was slightly higher than his own. Just as Song Kezi said, if the difference in strength was too great, it would be equivalent to putting his life in the hands of someone who saw him as a thorn in their side.

Shen Xun gently closed his eyes and said:

"Even if one is not destined for such fortune, one can still reach the summit alone."

Song Kezi chuckled and said:

"The poem in that storybook, you are not Mingchi, nor have you been reborn."

Do you even believe what you're saying?

Shen Xun, of course, did not believe it.

In particular, during the thirteen years that Zhu Wuyao was away, he learned what it meant to have good fortune.

He wouldn't even think about it if he hadn't tasted the sweet soup.

But now he's tasted it.

Shen Anzhi taught him to read and understand principles, and taught him the way of sages and saints, but all of that seemed so vulnerable in the face of tangible benefits.

"She owes you in the first place. If she won't give it to you, why don't you just go and take it from her yourself?"

"Shen Xun, have you ever thought that even if you have made all the preparations to protect yourself, you are still a thorn in her side, and she will definitely find a chance to kill you?"

"At that time, Shen Anzhi might be seriously injured while trying to stop her."

Previously, Song Kezi came looking for him.

He simply told Shen Anzhi why he had been so protective of him.

It was only then that Shen Xun learned—

It turns out everything was for ulterior motives.

So, Shen Xun left the Star-Picking Tower, no longer wanting to live under Shen Anzhi's protection.

He even thought that as long as Shen Anzhi didn't reach the Nascent Soul stage, he would continue to treat him well, and Shen Anzhi would not lose his usefulness.

Of course he knew Shen Anzhi was a good person.

But he is not.

If it weren't for finding the opportunity to enter the Nascent Soul stage through him in the first place, I wouldn't have been worth a second glance from anyone back then.

But that doesn't mean he wanted Shen Anzhi to get hurt.

"Senior Brother Song, why are you telling me all this?"

"So, do you want to know what she came to me for?"

Shen Xun fell silent.

After a long time, he finally said:

"think."

Song Kezi perked up and said:

"That's right! Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated!"

"Do you know what the hardest hurdle is if someone wants to kill you? It's Shen Anzhi, of course!"

"So she came here to use me as a pretext to do something to Shen Anzhi. Of course, she's not that bad. You wouldn't believe me if I said she wanted to kill Shen Anzhi."

"However... if something else happens to Shen Anzhi, he may really have no chance of advancing further."

Shen Xun slowly clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and turned to leave.

"You're not going to go to Shen Anzhi and remind him to be wary of Zhu Wuyao, are you?"

"You two have a past grudge. Do you really want to be a gossip and troublemaker in front of Shen Anzhi?"

"He must be very disappointed."

Shen Xun stopped in his tracks and shook his head, saying:

"No, I'm going to find her."

Following the sound, Song Kezi took a few steps forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said in an encouraging tone:

"That's right!"

"Humble yourself and soften your stance. She's not a bad person. As long as you promise not to participate in the inner disciple competition and let her smoothly reach that position, once she achieves success, you can just endure some hardship and bear with it. Shen Anzhi will definitely be safe and sound!"

Shen Xun turned around abruptly, brushed away Song Kezi's hand, and ripped off the cloth covering his eyes. He looked at Song Kezi with eyes full of anger and resentment.

He was already unable to face Zhu Wuyao calmly, but he had already endured it, so why should he continue to endure it?

Why shouldn't I fight for it?

"That should have been mine in the first place!"

"Isn't it enough that she took one thing from me? Why should I have to back down and give in?!"

"I just wanted to get my things back, what did I do wrong?"

“She shouldn’t have come back. She should have died out there. It would have been better for everyone. I will remember that she saved me and my grandfather, that she helped me fill out the registration form, that she stood in front of me to protect me from bullying, that she helped me get new clothes and a name… I will only remember the good things she did for me.”

But she came back anyway.

"She saved my grandfather, but he also died because of her. She helped me fill out the registration form and handed it to the same person behind her, which allowed me to pass the first test. But without her... I would have been taken to the Star-Picking Tower by Senior Brother Shen ahead of time!"

Song Kezi slowly opened her eyes wide as she listened.

He knew then that this matter was more complex than it seemed!

Having learned the new secret, Song Kezi was satisfied and advised:

“I know all of this. Zhu Wuyao has told me everything. She is actually very conflicted.”

"Let me think of a way for you."

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Zhu Wuyao looked at the short story in front of her.

The more I look at it, the more it bothers me.

It has little to do with Shen Xun, but rather the core ideas of this article are particularly unorthodox and heretical.

Although the skill level is as good as ever, it doesn't align with my true self.

Unexpectedly, after many years, she picked up her pen again, not to make money, but to guard against a potential attack.

It's truly a waste of ink.

She picked up the article again, read it once more, and then lit a fireball to destroy the evidence.

What is this thing?

the next day.

Zhu Wuyao got up very early and decided to go to class.

After thirteen years of wandering, she couldn't wait to immerse herself in the ocean of knowledge.

Before they even reached the teaching hall, they heard some unpleasant words.

"Have you heard? Back then, that 'Autumn Leaves Inviting the Fallen' actually stole something from Senior Brother Shen Xun to gain that fame!"

"Oh, I heard there was another death involved. The grudge between the two is quite deep."

Song Kezi sneaked in and said:

"That's right. I just found out last night what exactly they stole. Did you know that we fortune tellers have a concept called 'borrowing luck'?"

"Oh no……"

Just then, Song Kezi saw Zhu Wuyao and greeted him with great excitement:

"Hey! Isn't this Junior Sister Zhu, the Fallen Leaves Invite Autumn? You're up this early too!"