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

Chapter 533 Su Zhi 1 Qing

Shen Anzhi could only divide the established events into cause and effect.

Zhu Wuyao's reflection is an uncertain future, one of countless possibilities. Only the location where the true body appears is the collapsed reality.

The sword strike, now real, pierced Shen Anzhi's shoulder. Zhu Wuyao stood in a severable, predetermined reality. As she slashed downwards with her sword, Shen Anzhi vanished into the mist once more.

A palm suddenly appeared behind her, and she dodged it.

However, the reflections beneath them were struck by this palm strike, then entangled in mist, and annihilated in different ways.

"Shen Anzhi, why haven't you summoned your spirit banner yet?"

She drew upon her sword intent, and the Falling Leaf Sword Technique was poised to be unleashed.

All the reflections that dodged that palm strike raised their swords, and the sword intent of annihilation and decay condensed. At the same time as they raised their swords, several more reflections were annihilated by different attacks.

Yet, amidst the infinite possibilities, even more Zhu Wuyao successfully condensed their sword energy and slashed down at the surrounding mist.

Like a waterfall that has been cut off, the mist surges and churns to both sides.

The sword intent and the mist devoured each other, and chaos returned to silence, or perhaps silence was filled with chaos. In one of the directions, Shen Anzhi's figure appeared.

Thus, countless reflections in this location simultaneously raised their swords and charged forward.

Zhu Wuyao's true form appeared in the sky above the reflection.

With several shifts between reality and illusion, countless reflections vanished along the way, and the sword pierced Shen Anzhi's heart.

The sword energy instantly churned into his meridians.

The dormant sword intent was about to erupt, ready to obliterate Shen Anzhi in an instant. Zhu Wuyao gripped the scabbard tightly, giving him no chance to escape.

"Give me a reason why you want to live."

Beneath Zhu Wuyao, countless reflections held swords and restrained Shen Anzhi.

If, amidst endless possibilities, Shen Anzhi were to once articulate his reason for wanting to live, Zhu Wuyao could make that world a reality.

Shen Anzhi's clothes were soaked in blood, but he did not try to struggle.

When a swordsman gets close and his blade pierces the heart, he can kill a person with just a thought.

As blood gushed out, his face quickly turned as pale as paper.

Shen Anzhi smiled and said:

"Since I descended the mountain, I have followed your old path to this place... Of the people you saved along the way, I have killed half of them. I am one of the sufferers of mortals, and I am also a force that has intensified the conflict between immortals and mortals to this point..."

He calmly recounted what he had done, things that Zhu Wuyao was unaware of.

Silence fell between them.

Zhu Wuyao gripped the sword firmly and thrust the blade completely into his chest cavity without any obstruction.

The tip of the sword was stained with blood as it pierced through his back.

The desolate and annihilating sword intent burst forth instantly, severing all his life force, extinguishing his consciousness, and turning his body into ashes.

A gust of wind blew by, and his existence was erased.

The blood on the scabbard and between the fingers became sticky.

Zhu Wuyao stood frozen in mid-air, his eyes dry, and suddenly said:

"My Falling Leaf Sword Technique has been perfected."

"You seem unhappy?"

Lingbi's innocent voice, tinged with a cruel curiosity, continued to ask:

"If it would make him unhappy, why kill him in the first place?"

"You know there's more to what he did than meets the eye, so why not let him live?"

Zhu Wuyao seemed to be answering Lingbi, yet also talking to himself:

Everyone has their own difficulties.

"The four sects have their own difficulties, Sect Leader Fang has his own difficulties, Gu Yiguan has his own difficulties, the Queshan Clan has his own difficulties, Shen Xun has his own difficulties, the Demon Clan has his own difficulties, and even the Heavenly Dao has its own difficulties."

“He came to me to gamble on this game because he had no intention of letting me go, nor did he intend to let himself go.”

What made Zhu Wuyao most unhappy was—

He died without regret.

He didn't even summon the spirit banner before he died, and only used 60% of his strength to fight me. He died so easily.

He faced death with remarkable composure, much like a respectable person.

Zhu Wuyao then felt some regret, regretting that he had been killed completely and left too hastily.

"He won't come back to life, will he?"

The spirit pen gave a negative assessment—"Don't worry, he died a very thorough death and will never rise from his coffin."

"That's good."

Zhu Wuyao repeated, "That's good."

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As Cui Heng regained her spiritual power and slowly recovered, Li Chengguan arrived. She saw corpses all over the ground, relieved that she hadn't arrived too late, yet also afraid of retaliation.

She arrived just in time for the Immortal Cultivation Conference, and although she wanted to ask for help, she couldn't find any cultivators who were available.

Fortunately, she had been diligently strengthening the armed forces of the towns under her jurisdiction for the previous ten years.

When she saw that Mingzhu and Cuiheng had both become cultivators, she was a little confused, but her intuition told her not to ask too many questions. Li Yan told the two of them to hurry to Jiguanshan and lead Lu Youqi and the others there.

Before Lu Youqi and the others arrived at Jiguanshan, Li Yan saw a strange phenomenon in the distance, and witnessed the tribulation that cultivators face when advancing to the Nascent Soul stage.

He immediately exclaimed "My goodness!" several times, his legs going weak with fright.

It seemed that many miraculous things had happened in this world while she was away, and Li Yan asked somewhat uncertainly:

"Miss Wu from Xuan Shi Academy isn't here...?"

"Li, the city management officer, Wu Shi has disappeared without a trace. Could the strange phenomena over there have originated from her?"

"I...I don't know either."

Li Yan had some doubts and began to wonder if the area had been managed too well, which was why so many cultivators preferred to live in seclusion nearby.

What made her even more uneasy was that this strange phenomenon always reminded her of another person...

The torrential rain that lasted all night cleared the mountains and rivers of dust.

Clean the blood thoroughly.

Jiguanshan, Licheng, and Changxiao Town all welcomed a new day.

Cui Heng had already fainted, and Li Chengguan had suffered minor injuries. She looked up at Mingzhu several times.

Now, after killing Lu Youqi, Mingzhu has reached the Golden Core stage. Li Chengguan couldn't help but say:

"What's wrong with your cultivation level? My intuition as a divination practitioner tells me that I shouldn't ask this."

"But where did you get this swordsmanship from?"

Mingzhu did not answer. She was not entirely clear about her own state. She had learned the sword technique from Xuan Shi Academy, but she did not know whether she should reveal it.

Before she could even offer an excuse, she heard Officer Li continue:

“Mingzhu, if you go to Xuanshi Academy again, remember to pass on a message for me. Tell them that the strange phenomenon last night was too obvious. If any seniors come to ask, I might have to reveal all the cultivators in the vicinity.”

These words were not only spoken to the people in the Xuan Shi Academy, but also to Ming Zhu.

Those evil cultivators yesterday clearly intended to go all the way and perhaps even massacre the entire city; they were a group of ruthless and bloodthirsty people.

But the way Mingzhu advanced made her a little apprehensive...

Adding to the matter of that person from the Suspended Poetry Academy, Li Yan felt that such a minor figure in the Foundation Establishment stage was no longer capable of handling such a major event.

After her initial bravery, her initial fear regained its advantage.

Li, the urban management officer, also had his own difficulties.

Mingzhu understood, and she nodded, saying, "I'll go to Xuan Shi Academy now."