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

Chapter 144 Before repaying debts of gratitude and grudges, one should not concern oneself with mora

The visitor is not good.

At Jiangshuang Bridge, Zhu Wuyao left early and didn't see Wei Gui's blue crane phantom, so he didn't connect the two for a while.

But this Wei Zhang, with his blue wings and crane's cry, arrived precisely when there was only half an incense stick left—neither early nor late.

It should be noted that the Immortal Cultivation Conference has five arenas, with one designated for each major sect.

The remaining one is left for everyone to fight over.

If things haven't escalated to a complete breakdown, who would deliberately embarrass someone?

Elder Chi's expression was not good, and he asked:

"What does your Qingyun Sect mean by this?"

The Qingyun Sect elder sitting in the head seat also looked somewhat puzzled; she was Elder Ran, who had just bestowed the spirit rain.

But things had come to this point, and she couldn't afford to offend the Star-Picking Tower too much, nor could she lose face. After a moment's thought, Elder Ran said:

"This Wei Zhang has always been competitive. He probably heard of the 'Falling Leaves Invite Autumn' sword, but has never seen the real one, so he's itching to challenge it."

She knew the explanation was somewhat far-fetched, but as a Taoist practitioner who was oblivious to the world around her, it was already quite remarkable that she could come up with such a response.

Elder Chi snorted, still harboring some dissatisfaction.

From the stands, Ye Xiaozhou noticed the indignant expressions on the faces of his fellow disciples beside him and calmly said:

What are you waiting for?

"If the Qingyun Sect has no shame, then we should all be without it," she said, raising her hand and pointing at the Qingyun Sect's arena.

"Xiao Qingyu, go and take this arena! Shi Yi, you go to the fifth arena."

Gu Yiguan did not refute Ye Xiaozhou's method; she nodded slightly and added:

"Take your time and keep an eye on Zhu Wuyao's performance in the arena. If she wins, you should come down."

"If she loses, we will do everything in our power to take those two arenas."

Ye Xiaozhou complained, "Why should we come down? Doesn't that mean we're each giving away a point?"

Song Kezi, always eager for a good show, nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right!"

"What is it? Quickly say a few words to curse them!"

"Hey Xiao Yezi, I've told you so many times, that's not a curse. It's no use for me to say it on purpose!"

"What use are you?!"

Seeing that Zhaixinglou had challenged three places at the same time, the expressions of the people present were different. They also knew that the cause of this matter was Qingyunmen.

No one challenged Ruan Ayao's arena. She lowered her eyes and played the flute, becoming one of the few carefree people in the arena.

The faint sound of the flute was slightly hoarse, like the sound of the wind.

Mixed in with the cries of cranes and the sound of swords, it is not easily distinguishable without careful listening.

Occasionally, azure wings would appear and disappear, interspersed with sword energy carrying murderous intent, making them indistinguishable. Zhu Wuyao was slightly puzzled, unable to understand for a moment why the other party was adopting such a desperate stance.

Ever since that spiritual rain, she has been extremely cautious when fighting against the Qingyun Sect.

No matter how cautious you are, and how much you try not to fight to the extreme and cause your dantian to tremble, you can't escape the Qingyun Sect coming after you.

This shows that they knew they couldn't avoid it.

With only half an incense stick remaining, although Xiao Qingyu and Shi Yi had both entered the arena, at this stage, the defenders were almost all the strongest people from their respective sects.

Having received such kindness from the Star-Picking Tower, she felt she had to give back in some way.

Moreover, even if they manage to avoid it on the ring, they might still have other tricks up their sleeves to deal with them.

"Why did you come to kill me?"

The bladeless sword slashed past his side, the green shadow turning into wisps of smoke, mixed with the sound of cutting through metal. When the sword clashed with it, sparks seemed to fly everywhere. This person was extremely strong and must possess a rare treasure.

"The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable!"

Wei Zhang's eyes were bloodshot, filled with boundless hatred. His every move was ruthless, as if he had forgotten about life and death, and he forcibly brought out the image of a blue crane spreading its wings.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao frowned slightly, then relaxed, finally connecting the two surnames.

She blocked the crane's shadow with her sword, and saw that Wei Zhang's lips were stained with blood, and his eyes darkened slightly—he was determined to seek revenge by using his true essence and blood as a catalyst.

Unexpectedly, his father was a bully who preyed on the weak, yet the son he raised was both foolish and resolute.

"What is your father's cultivation level? How did he predict that I was the one who committed the murder?"

"Stop making excuses! You possess a rare treasure, and my father was ambushed and killed by you and your friends. As a son, I must fight to the death."

"If your parents were in the hands of another man, would you seek revenge?"

"If your relatives or friends die far from home and their souls have nowhere to return, what will you do?"

"If a mortal enemy is right in front of you, will you kill him or not?"

Zhu Wuyao suddenly looked up and saw the hatred and determination in his eyes.

She seemed expressionless, and perhaps she smiled slightly. Amidst the light, feather-like sound of the flute, amidst the cold and desolate melody, one could see his anger.

There's no difference.

From the moment she accepted the Trap-Shattering Stone Seal, when the Heavenly Observation Technique was activated and it was calculated that Qu De was related to the disaster in Nanli City, it was destined that he would die without a doubt.

Since he wouldn't be swayed by Qu De's arguments, why would the person before him listen to anything about whether Wei Gui had come to kill him first, or whether he was just forced to save his own life? It was all just a joke.

When faced with gratitude and grudges, morality is disregarded, only life and death matter.

"If you want revenge, then come on!"

The Concealing Breath and Wind-Riding Technique was activated instantly. In the same instant, Wei Zhang's arms swung like crane wings, slashing out and inflicting a chilling wound on the waist.

Zhu Wuyao teleported to a safe place, without looking down to check his injuries, and immediately unleashed a sword strike.

Outside the arena, Elder Chi slammed his fist on the table and stood up, angrily asking:

"A half-demon, and the Qingyun Sect teaches this?!"

Elder Ran was also surprised and uncertain. After much hesitation, she did not stop Elder Chi from breaking the restrictions on the arena.

However, Elder Chi's all-out attack failed to break the restriction. The arena had been set up with a large array of Nascent Soul stage cultivators at some unknown time.

Wu Wei of the Juque Sect intervened, saying:

"Elder Chi, how can your Star-Picking Pavilion disrupt the Immortal Cultivation Conference for no reason? That is clearly just a mysterious cultivation technique. The battle for the title is not over yet. Why don't you sit down for a while?"

The sound of the flute remained perfectly undisturbed, seemingly oblivious to the events around them, yet it nonetheless became remarkably stirring in the moment.

Like riding a horse through spring mountains, about to attend a grand event.

The pursuit of revenge should not only involve hatred and anger, but also surprise and awe.

Therefore, the sound of the flute is delightful, and the battle is fierce.

Blood flowed down his arm to his fingertips and then dripped down, bursting into red flowers. Fallen leaves, like thin blades, pierced the wounded crane's wings, and wherever the leaves fell, the blue feathers gradually disappeared.

Zhu Wuyao stood with his sword at his side, a man who disregarded life and death, and was indeed difficult to kill.

She had already used her true Cold Transformation technique, but fortunately, Wei Zhang's vitality was extremely strong, and he even had a bit of a last burst of excitement before death. When the two swords landed on his body, there was no obvious abnormality.

If it weren't for this cold transformation technique today, the only way to save my life in a fight with Wei Zhang would be to use that brush.

It seems the person behind this didn't know the details of the magic weapon and thought they could use it at will, trying to confirm whether the treasure was on them.

To prevent the treasure from attracting the attention of others, he estimated that once he confirmed its existence, he would have Wei Zhang killed immediately, or perhaps... this formation would help him conceal it.

Perhaps that Elder Qian thought he knew nothing about the truth.

Or perhaps there are other reasons.