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

Chapter 275 Memorial Tablet

This time, Zhu Wuyao didn't ride a mule or a horse; she was finally able to fly down the mountain on her sword.

Along the way, she felt more and more fortunate.

Fortunately, he was wary of Song Kezi and did not listen to his nonsense or fall for his tricks. That very night, he went to find trouble for Shen.

Otherwise, he might put on a show of attacking his fellow disciples in front of everyone at the Star-Picking Tower.

Aside from the prospect of losing face and reputation, there's also the possibility of violating the rules of the sect, leaving no room for maneuver.

But what if Song Kezi really intends to scheme against me...?

Zhu Wuyao knew, of course, that she was not perfect; in fact, her views were quite different from those of people in the cultivation world.

There are probably many flaws.

Many things that are not surprising to cultivators are blind spots in her worldview.

She learned to make some changes.

But this is not enough.

Based on yesterday's conversation, Song Kezi was simply trying to incite malice in others. The simplest way to deal with this would be—

Do not do any evil.

This is precisely why Zhu Wuyao burned that manuscript; it was not what he wanted to write, and it went against his true intentions.

But just stubbornly holding on like this isn't a good solution...

Once the rumors subside—no, they weren't lies after all—if one of the diviners in the Star-Picking Tower were to cast a divination out of curiosity, they would discover—

It's all true!

This matter is like a novel about a real and a fake heiress; it all depends on whose perspective you're looking at it from. From either side, it seems to be understandable.

Ultimately, it all comes down to who has the loudest voice and who has the right to interpret the law.

If she can take the initiative, then Shen Xun is completely unreasonable; if Shen Xun gains the upper hand, then she is utterly wicked.

After pondering all the way, Zhu Wuyao landed outside Beixuan City and walked into the city.

Before arriving at Chunhui Hall.

The familiar, gloomy little house still stands there, broken bricks and tiles, yet remarkably sturdy. This is a good thing about the cultivation world; cultivators live long lives, so returning a little late is no problem.

Push the door open and enter.

The air is filled with the aroma of herbs, which can be pungent and irritating to those unfamiliar with medicinal scents.

Grandma Feng was looking at medical texts at the table.

They seemed to ignore Zhu Wuyao's arrival.

But Zhu Wuyao already knew Granny Feng's temperament, so she didn't stand on ceremony at all. She pulled up a stool for herself, sat down at the table, and took the initiative to greet her:

"Long time no see, Grandma! What level of enlightenment have you reached?"

Zhu Wuyao has already reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, yet he couldn't discern the cultivation level of Granny Feng before him at all. She truly is a formidable figure!

Granny Feng glanced at her and said:

"I thought you were planning to accumulate strength and make a name for yourself, but after all these years, have you run out of steam?"

This familiar feeling.

Grandma Feng is as talkative as ever!

Despite the changing times, this unwavering sense of disdain deeply moved Zhu Wuyao, who complimented her:

"The way you're saying that sounds like poison, it makes my heart burn."

"Mother-in-law, do you remember when we first met, I wasn't in good health? I plan to go back and find out what's wrong after this matter is over. Do you have any instructions for me?"

Granny Feng asked, "Why didn't you go see a doctor before, and why do you have to wait until later? Did you come to me to see about your leg injury?"

Zhu Wuyao automatically ignored the unpleasant teasing and explained:

"I was stranded in a foreign land before and just got back recently. Now I've found myself being schemed against again. I guess I'll have to go through with it!"

Upon hearing the phrase "being schemed against," Granny Feng looked Zhu Wuyao up and down and asked:

"You know you've been set up?"

"I know!"

"No, I think you're a clueless, smug fool."

Why did you have to start swearing when we were having a nice chat?

“Grandma, you seem like a fortune teller from the Star-Picking Tower, good at cryptic riddles.”

"Why would you use foul language for no reason?"

?

This is blatant blaming!

No, when did the divination practice at Zhaixinglou become a swear word?

"Grandma Feng, do you have any suggestions?"

I advise you to go as far away as possible.

Are they kicking people out like this?

wrong.

"You mean, I shouldn't get involved in this mess?"

Zhu Wuyao shook his head with a hint of helplessness. Shen Xun clearly harbored resentment towards him and had already made his move. If he left and allowed Shen Xun to grow stronger, wouldn't he have no way to survive in the future?

I wonder what my reputation has become after half a day of this...

Seeing Zhu Wuyao shake his head, Granny Feng sneered:

"You really are someone who doesn't mind being dirty."

“Grandma Feng, I know that I have no relation to you and you really have no need to give me advice, but you won’t give me any reason and just want me not to get involved in the competition… I really can’t do that.”

Granny Feng turned around and looked down at her medical book.

It seemed as if he didn't want to say more.

Zhu Wuyao sighed softly, took out the pastries she had bought along the way from her storage bag, placed them on the table, and got up to say goodbye.

Just as she was about to step out of Chunhui Hall, Granny Feng's voice came from behind her—

"If there is no way forward, look back to where you came from."

Zhu Wuyao turned around, and the door of Chunhui Hall slammed shut, shaking off the dust.

Why is she "as if there is no way forward"? Could it be that she will lose to Shen Xun this time?

Even if we lose, we won't be driven to despair, right?

Could it be that Shen Xun's methods are more ruthless than I expected?

What exactly happened during the thirteen years I was gone...?

Zhu Wuyao thought that returning to the Star-Picking Tower would allow him to relax for a while and take a break, but he did not expect that a trap had already been set up there, just waiting for his return.

It's true, they never have a moment to rest.

She inexplicably recalled what Qi Jianxian had said—

"Being caught in the game, one has no choice but to accept the outcome. Reaching this point today is nothing more than following the moves made by those who came before."

I came feeling depressed, but I didn't expect to feel even more lost after leaving.

Zhu Wuyao's steps seemed a little heavy.

She arrived at Ink Trace Bookstore.

Upon opening the door, they were met with an elderly man they did not recognize; Old Li had vanished without a trace.

Things have changed, and people are no longer the same; this brings a deep sense of sorrow.

Could it be... that his time has come?

The unnamed old man guarding the bookstore looked at Zhu Wuyao with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He calmly took out a portrait, then suddenly stood up and said:

"But is it the speechless girl?!"

Zhu Wuyao nodded heavily. It seemed that the business of Mohen Bookstore had been handed over to someone else.

And he himself, the scribe, became a relic to be handed over.

The ancients have long since departed on yellow cranes, leaving behind only ten thousand scrolls of books in this place.

She stepped forward, about to ask where Old Li's memorial tablet was placed, intending to light incense and pay her respects, when she saw the unknown old man suddenly turn around and shout at the top of his lungs towards the backyard:

"Old Li! That guy who's been thirteen years behind on his manuscript is here!!!"

Then, the old man turned his head with a gentle smile and said:

"Miss, please have a seat. It's my turn to look after the bookstore today, but I didn't expect to run into you first."

"Would you like to take a look at your memorial tablet?"

"You have been out of contact for thirteen years. People all thought that you had died, so a memorial tablet was set up for you, and people occasionally offer sacrifices."

Wishing you no invitation: ?