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

Chapter 462 Dancing with Hanshan

Zhu Wuyao's first stroke was the wind, because the imbalance of air pressure inside and outside when Elder Qian split open the secret realm made her notice this.

Wind originates from the imbalance of hot and cold temperatures, which causes air to move.

If there is no airflow here, the escape technique, which should operate smoothly under resistance or acceleration, will change its operating form here, which is understandable.

Relying on the compulsory education she received in her previous life, she blindly applied it to guesses in the cultivation world, and surprisingly, she actually guessed correctly.

This is the power of knowledge!

The wind started to blow.

Ning Zhiqi, who had already replaced the spiritual energy in his body and was able to adapt to the laws of the small cave heaven, was originally flying towards the mountaintop on his sword, intending to seize the ink lotus.

However, the moment the laws of wind are altered, escape techniques and flight that rely on wind are also affected.

The flying sword that Ning Zhiqi was stepping on immediately became uncontrollable.

The sword began to shake violently, its speed suddenly increased, and it was about to crash straight down. At this critical moment, Ning Zhiqi immediately abandoned controlling the sword and let himself fall.

Just as he was about to crash onto the mountain rocks, he unleashed a burst of spiritual energy as a buffer.

She rolled a few times on the ground to dissipate the force, then half-knelt to her feet, and her sword flew back into her hand.

Ning Zhiqi looked up and gritted his teeth.

Zhu Wuyao, disguised as Elder Qian, lightly tapped his toes a few times, weaving between the rocks. His figure appeared and disappeared at great speed, as if he could use a magic escape technique in this world.

Now that things have come to this, Ning Zhiqi could easily guess that this so-called Elder Qian was probably a fake.

Putting aside his temperament, his escape technique alone reveals his true nature.

As he fell, Ning Zhiqi had already tested it. Although he couldn't use techniques like escape or flight that borrowed the wind, he could still use the other techniques as usual.

Ning Zhiqi and Ying Cang have both replaced the spiritual power within their bodies, so they can be considered "people within the realm".

Zhu Wuyao and Han Ge still used external spiritual energy, belonging to the category of "people outside the realm".

The factions were thus divided.

With that stroke, the wind became something that Zhu Wuyao and other outsiders could use.

"Huh? You can use escape techniques now?"

Han Ge was still out of the loop.

In his eyes, Elder Qian was able to use the escape technique because he used a special spiritual brush artifact, without considering any possibility of altering the laws of nature.

The words had barely left his mouth when he heard the sound of something heavy crashing down.

It was Ying Cang who fell and crashed down.

Ying Cang's condition was not as good as Ning Zhiqi's composure in the face of danger.

Seeing this scene, Ning Zhiqi's eyes flickered with uncertainty. She turned to Han Ge and said:

"There is a way to enable you to use spiritual power as well."

"First, exhaust your spiritual energy. Then, place your palms against the mountain rocks. Once dark roots grow, this world will grant you special spiritual energy that you can use within this realm."

If the fake Elder Qian is allowed to continue his actions, the number of laws in this world that are detrimental to us will increase.

This will become a world that is more advantageous to the other side.

And someone like her, who has already replaced the spiritual energy within her body, will have nowhere to stand.

The thought of killing arose.

Ning Zhiqi immediately made a decision—to pretend not to know Elder Qian's true identity, and after the man came down the mountain, he would join forces with the others to kill him.

Regardless of the intricacies involved, the more people on one's side, the better.

Therefore, she was trying to entice Han Ge to exchange his spiritual power.

To become like her...one of those within the realm.

Zhu Wuyao, who was climbing the mountain, suddenly slowed down and stopped her escape technique. She realized something—

Within the secret realm, one cannot replenish the spiritual energy consumed.

If there is a powerful enemy who has not replaced the spiritual power within her body, when she replaces the laws of this realm, the secret realm will gradually benefit herself and others.

Zhu Wuyao's guess was correct.

The distant mountaintop—

Elder Qian stood quietly, listening to the wind.

He stretched out his palm, feeling the breeze passing through his fingers, and heard the rustling of grass.

If this is an opportunity prepared for Zhu Wuyao, then standing on her side will increase the probability of obtaining it.

He will stand on the same side as Zhu Wuyao.

And will always be stronger than her.

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This is a trial.

The one who obtains the magic brush must continuously paint to perfect the scroll, thereby unlocking the true secret realm.

The ink used for painting, however, comes from external spiritual energy exchanged between others and this world.

The more you write, the more enemies you'll encounter who have exchanged spiritual power and are now on the opposing side.

The more enemies from the opposing faction you kill in a fight, the less spiritual power you have, and the more people in your own faction are stronger than you.

Unless... they eventually switch sides.

However, Elder Qian and others could also choose to defect, and they would still be stronger than themselves.

She immediately understood—

This is more than just a landscape painting.

It is more like a game of chess with black and white colors.

It's not a contest of aesthetics, it's a contest of intelligence.

Having figured out the ins and outs, Zhu Wuyao was still having a headache.

"This senior must be someone who loves playing chess."

She has realized that what determines the success of divination is not opportunity or enlightenment, but intelligence.

The voice of the magic pen echoed in my consciousness:

"She doesn't like playing chess."

"For a long time, she was dancing with the cold mountain, the dust cleared and the light emerged, wanting to capture the reflection and make it last forever with the mountains and rivers."

"But light fades and shadows vanish; she remains in the same place, while time marches on."

Its voice paused for a moment, then continued:

"This is death."

Whether it was the messy writing on the stone wall before entering the secret realm or the words just spoken, it all showed that this senior wanted to leave his mark on time.

"What's her name?"

"I forgot."

Zhu Wuyao paused in his climbing, seemingly in disbelief, and asked:

"How could that be? How could you forget someone like her name?"

"Everyone has forgotten."

Zhu Wuyao suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, her name was never recorded in the Star-Picking Tower, and no one had ever mentioned or even mentioned that such a person existed.

With the ink lotus right in front of her, Zhu Wuyao didn't ask any further questions.

She reached out to take the ink lotus, and the voice of the spirit brush rang out in her consciousness at the same time:

"If you wait a little longer before picking it, this black lotus will give you three more painting opportunities."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao immediately realized something.

Looking down the mountain, one could see Han Ge releasing his spiritual power. At the same time, the black lotus in front of them seemed to be growing stronger and more dazzling.

At an inopportune moment, she thought of Elder Liao.

Unfortunately, that master-disciple bond was lost forever. From the moment Elder Qian revealed her identity, she and Han Ge were destined never to fight side by side.

As the black lotus swirls, its petals appear to unfold even more gracefully.

The spirit brush seemed to be getting a little impatient, and Zhu Wuyao could even sense the fluctuations in its spiritual energy caused by anticipation.

Feeling the joy in the spirit pen, Zhu Wuyao asked:

"Is your power derived from the spiritual energy of others?"

Lingbi's elation seemed to come to an abrupt halt, and after a moment she spoke:

"Only within this realm can one obtain power in this way."

Han Ge's blue shirt gradually faded to gray.

It seems to have blended into this world.