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

Chapter 203 Running Dog

As Zhu Wuyao remained silent, the crowd began to stir.

So many people have died along the way, and we finally arrived at the door, why... why is this happening?

The reason why the bladeless sword is unique is because it was meant to be destroyed.

It was a sword that had transcended fate and escaped its predetermined destiny. But ever since it was refined by that stone imbued with resentment, the resentment and anger of the deceased, like a poison clinging to the bone, dragged it back into the cycle of cause and effect.

She stood ramrod straight, yet felt countless gazes upon her from behind—disappointment, expectation, doubt, pleading…

"Is this what you meant by leading us to a way out?"

"You didn't even consider our lives, did you?"

Hu San's voice came through.

To resolve the karmic entanglement on the Wufeng Sword, one must dispel the resentment and destroy the mine that has buried countless innocent lives.

However, if they want to gain the strength to contend with the mine, they must use a bladeless sword that is free from karmic ties to cleave a path to survival and allow everyone to regain their spiritual power.

This is an unsolvable contradiction.

Hu San is right. Her ultimate goal is simply to get Ye Xiaozhou out of the game. She's fought this hard just because she's unwilling to be slaughtered.

Therefore, even if the sword without an edge cannot clear a path.

She still refused to wait to die.

Zhu Wuyao raised her head and looked at the narrow path between the steep cliffs. The light was dim, and at the end, it condensed into a dazzling ball of light, making it difficult to see clearly.

There is another way.

"Keep moving forward."

This is the path that Mu Changying once walked.

It was a gap left open by the mine owner to lure people into a trap.

Zhu Wuyao knew that the path led to the mass grave outside Ganxiao City, and perhaps... no, news of the cultivators' rebellion in the mine had already spread, and there must be Golden Core cultivators waiting in full force there.

Knowing the inside story, Hu San and the others hesitated for a moment.

The others, though unaware of what was going on, understood that it was definitely not a good place; otherwise, they wouldn't have tried to clear a path here instead of rushing forward directly.

The mouse that had saved its two companions murmured:

"How about... we just occupy this little grotto and don't go out..."

Zhu Wuyao looked at him.

According to the divination, the person named "Mouse" will survive.

She couldn't understand why this would be a "way out" for him, Zhu Wuyao said:

"We were able to get here because the old man was reading. If we go back now, he might attack us after he finishes reading."

When saying these things, Zhu Wuyao tried his best not to mix in his own stance.

She wanted to know what the mouse would choose.

They wanted to know what the "path to survival" for Haozi and the others was according to the divination, and whether it was possible for more people to go out and survive.

Upon hearing these words, the mouse shrank back somewhat, seemingly not expecting a response to its words.

"Then...then I'll go with you all!"

Just as Zhu Wuyao was feeling somewhat disappointed, Rong Si stepped forward. Looking at the distant light nestled between the cliffs, she said:

"I will keep moving forward, at least to see the sky before I die!"

Then, a middle-aged man with lean limbs and dark skin said:

"I'm going forward too! If I go back now, I'm sure I won't survive. If I can really break through, maybe... maybe I can survive!"

As more and more people responded, the team, which had no other way out, seemed to have regained its courage.

As the Golden Core cultivator gave up the pursuit, the other cultivators guarding the area saw them enter the passage and stopped going forward.

Therefore, time for discussion can be given to everyone.

They walked forward.

They gripped their weapons tightly and supported each other.

The light ahead connected to the outside world; it was like a swirling eddy of water, calm yet seemingly turbulent.

As the crowd drew closer, several figures vaguely appeared before the light.

Zhu Wuyao gripped the bladeless sword tightly.

The entire team was organized into formation by the gestures and moved forward little by little, and the blurry figures in front of the light gate gradually became clear.

Just as Zhu Wuyao was about to strike first with his sword, the person in front of the light gate shouted:

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

As those four words fell, Hu San felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He heard a familiar voice, and his past memories came flooding back at that moment—

"Hu San, you stay here. If we fail, you and Rong Si will be the last spark!"

"But Sister Mu... I, I..."

Someone patted him on the shoulder, laughed heartily, and said:

"With me, Zhang Wu, here, this time we'll wipe them out completely! Victory is assured!"

"Victory is assured!!!"

He heard a confident voice, and a familiar face flashed before his eyes. They had once laughed and talked about life and death with great enthusiasm, discussing how they would fight their way out and get drunk in a tavern. The familiar voice echoed in his ears, and he listened carefully. It was a sentence—

Those who surrender will not be killed.

He squeezed out the name through gritted teeth:

"Zhang Liao..."

"Zhang Wu, where is Sister Mu?!" Rong Si stepped forward and asked loudly in an angry voice, having also recognized the newcomer.

"What Sister Mu? The traitor Mu Changying gathered a crowd to rebel and has been executed. We have abandoned the darkness and turned to the light. We are here on orders to persuade you to surrender."

A familiar, indifferent voice came from behind.

The light seemed to fade away.

He was dressed in clean clothes, his hair was tied up high, and he held a sharp sword with a chilling gleam, making him appear exceptionally imposing.

Zhang Liao, early stage of Golden Elixir.

He was once a carefree and independent cultivator, but now he is a lackey of Ganxiao City.

Rong Si narrowed his eyes slightly.

She could hardly recognize that Zhang Liao was now Zhang Wu from the mine.

The people following behind Zhang Liao were also somewhat familiar.

It must be an old friend.

The two sides stood facing each other.

One side consisted of ragged, disheveled individuals covered in blood after a fierce battle, resembling vengeful ghosts crawling out of the earth; the other side were impeccably dressed, exuding the air of gentlemen, the highly respected cultivators who were superior to others in the mortal world.

The line between clean and dirty is so clear.

It seems like it can be crossed in just one step.

"Hahaha, what a fine 'surrender and don't kill' policy! You, Mountain Rabbit, right? I remember those two big buck teeth of yours very well!" Rong Si continued, laughing wildly.

"Back then, when you were thrown down there, you were so scared that you cried your eyes out and almost didn't survive. If it weren't for Sister Mu giving you a chance to beg for food, you would have become a bone that had been gnawed clean long ago!"

"Now you think you're so great, wearing human skin and trying to act like a human? You even dare to come with Zhang Wu to persuade me to surrender? Hahahaha, do you even deserve it?!"

"You!" The cultivator known as the Mountain Rabbit seemed to recall some unbearable past, his face showing a mixture of shame and anger, but Zhang Liao stopped him again.

His expression was cold as he said:

"Here I have only received eighteen Bone-Corroding Heart-Swallowing Pills from Lord Xuancheng. If I swallow them, I can live."

"A pill that corrodes bones and devours the heart?" Zhu Wuyao sneered inwardly. "Corroding pride and devouring conscience, what a fine 'livable' pill."

Is this how people live?

Just then, her consciousness stirred slightly, and she sensed—

The mouse took a small step forward.