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

Chapter 208 Crescent Moon

Seeing the punch miss its mark again, cold sweat broke out on the Black Tiger cultivator's forehead.

Who...who is this person?!

Fourteen cultivators came to suppress the rebellion, but five of them were killed in a short time.

Even more terrifying is that as the number of souls killed by his two curved blades increases, this person's aura is gradually rising!

The scimitar spun like a full moon, and the woman in red was like a ghost, silently taking lives. When she entered the battlefield, she was like a fish leaping into the sea or an eagle soaring in the sky. Every movement was so precise, fierce, and clean.

What kind of person could be so adept at killing?!

The wind howled, the tide surged with the glow of dawn; this was a massacre where blood was washed away with blood.

Zhu Wuyao sensed a hint of urgency amidst the chilling atmosphere. Ye Xiaozhou was eager to escape, or perhaps... eager to improve his strength.

Could it be the Lord Xuan of Ganxiao City?

Ye Xiaozhou was able to find the small cave and enter and exit without hindrance; she had been here before.

Song Kezi's third senior brother said that Ye Xiaozhou once tried to steal the purple aura from the top of the Star-Picking Tower, but was ultimately stopped by Elder Chi.

When Gan Xiaocheng first met Ye Xiaozhou, she not only concealed her appearance but also used the alias Zhou Xiaoye...

In other words, Ye Xiaozhou had fought with that Lord Xuan, and the two must have had a past grudge, and there was a huge difference in their strength.

That was a formidable enemy that Ye Xiaozhou needed to avoid... Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao felt a chill run down his spine.

Perhaps the hexagram corresponds to this very place!

Having observed the battle for so long, Zhu Wuyao had roughly guessed Ye Xiaozhou's condition. Her fierce killing intent could not be extinguished, otherwise her combat power would be reduced. If she were allowed to desert at this moment, it would be tantamount to surrendering her own dagger.

If those three Golden Core cultivators relentlessly pursue us, we'll probably be powerless to resist.

But if we don't leave now, the city lord of Ganxiao City will come to kill us again.

Therefore, Ye Xiaozhou needs to use these fourteen people in front of him as a sacrifice to defend against the powerful enemy who will eventually attack.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao felt even more solemn. The divination text was like a guillotine hanging over his head, and no matter what choice he made, it seemed to lead to a dead end.

What else can be done...?

"You don't have to do anything."

"Who?!"

The voice that echoed in her mind startled Zhu Wuyao. She looked around but saw no one.

The voice was neither male nor female, but rather like that of a child, as if it could hear one's own thoughts and responded through divine sense.

Soon, Zhu Wuyao identified the calligraphy brush as the suspect.

It resides in the dantian of the body and possesses immense power. Having just awakened, it would not be surprising if it had a spirit or something similar.

She thought this was a serendipitous encounter of her own.

But the moment the brush painted the seal of destiny and Ye Xiaozhou appeared, the joy of that "chance" vanished.

If this so-called serendipitous encounter is beyond one's control, then its existence becomes a time bomb.

Especially... it also has its own consciousness.

Zhu Wuyao's eyes flickered with uncertainty, his vigilance towards it at its highest. However, he was currently seriously injured, and if things continued this way, he would not only be unable to help Ye Xiaozhou, but might even become a burden.

"Why don't I have to do anything?"

……

There was silence in his mind's eye, and no response was received. Zhu Wuyao stopped trying to probe for information and instead asked:

"Can you get me, or her, out of the battle?"

If she leaves now and no one pursues her, it will lighten Ye Xiaozhou's burden. Ye Xiaozhou will no longer need to worry about her, and it's still not too late for her to escape.

Using the power of a calligraphy brush might be like drinking poison to quench thirst.

But if it's a matter of life and death, when one's life is about to be lost, why bother thinking about the future? Even if the power of the brush might have hidden dangers for Ye Xiaozhou, that's something to consider only after his life is saved.

However, Zhu Wuyao did not receive a response.

The voice that had just come through my consciousness seemed to be just an illusion.

Zhu Wuyao took a deep breath and said:

"If Ye Xiaozhou dies saving me when the crisis comes, and I become a coward who only cares about his own safety and deserts the battlefield—"

"Then I swear, I will do everything in my power to destroy you, even if it costs me my life."

The same thing will never happen again.

"OK."

The lively and innocent voice echoed in my heart once again, carrying a carefree clarity and childlike innocence.

Zhu Wuyao remained silent, unable to discern whether it should be the former or the latter.

While she was negotiating with Lingbi, Ye Xiaozhou fought with great gusto.

Now, only those three Golden Core cultivators remain.

During this time, the group successfully surrounded Ye Xiaozhou, but the injuries they inflicted seemed to have no effect whatsoever. Ye Xiaozhou's knife-wielding movements did not falter in the slightest; she was like a monster born to kill, oblivious to pain.

The red-clad enchantress, far from being afraid, laughed instead, her eyes even showing a hint of admiration, as if to say—you few are quite remarkable for being able to hurt me.

This sarcastic praise fueled their anger.

But soon, when Ye Xiaozhou had killed his way down to only three people, their anger turned into fear.

This person is clearly only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, yet after fighting this far, his aura faintly reveals the pressure of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Just a hair's breadth away.

Yes...it's only a hair's breadth away.

Ye Xiaozhou revealed himself, his blade swirling with blood around him, his eerie presence captivating. As the blade moved, his killing intent almost materialized.

She raised her eyes and looked at the three of them.

Their hair stood on end, as if the woman before them was a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, and they were nothing more than food.

Under her gleaming gaze, the three looked at each other and slowly gathered together, unsure whether they wanted to join forces to fight the enemy or try to escape.

But at this moment——

All of them looked up at the horizon at the same time.

It was as if a surging cloud was sweeping in, carrying a terrifying pressure that was faintly felt. The three Golden Core cultivators relaxed slightly, as if they had escaped death, and breathed a sigh of relief. The Black Tiger cultivator seemed to want to say something, but suddenly froze.

A drop of blood slowly seeped from his forehead.

Then, the blood line appeared vertically along the forehead, passing through the bridge of the nose and the chin, forming a nearly perfectly symmetrical dividing line.

He shattered on the ground.

Kill with one knife.

As Ye Xiaozhou lightly tapped his finger, blood beads slid down the crescent moon shape, and the blade faintly vibrated, seemingly becoming more eager to try under that pressure.

She slowly raised her eyebrows, looking at the two lucky cultivators with a hint of regret. Amid their terrified gazes, Ye Xiaozhou chuckled, looked away, and gazed at the horizon.

Look at her true enemy.

A voice, brimming with anger and carrying immense power, exploded in everyone's ears like thunder—

"You rebellious daughter! You dare to come back?!"

A rebellious daughter?!

Zhu Wuyao suddenly turned to look at Ye Xiaozhou, recalling the third woman who didn't exist in the stories circulating in Ganxiao City...

The third woman, who should have also perished at the hands of the Lord of Xuancheng, was deviated from her fate and became an exile.

As darkness fell, the arrival of that figure stained the twilight with inky blackness.

Ye Xiaozhou's brows furrowed with even more sarcasm. She leaped into the air, her curved blade dangling from her side, like three bright crescent moons shining in the spring night, radiant and dazzling.

The aura of someone at the early Nascent Soul stage suddenly dissipated, meeting the figure from afar. She seemed to have been waiting for this moment; upon hearing the words "rebellious daughter," she didn't get angry but instead laughed:

"My surname is Ye, and yours is Xuan. You want to be my father? You'd better change your surname to Xuan and take my surname!"