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Chapter 414 A Day May Come When We Meet Again

Zhu Wuyao rested her arms on her raised knees, letting the wind whistle past her ears.

When I was young, I acted recklessly and made mistakes that took many years to make up for.

I only got a short rest in sixteen years.

Gazing at the sleeping figure in the distance, Zhu Wuyao, unusually, didn't think of anything.

Until the sleeping person awakens.

Ji Yuezhang looked around, but couldn't find Zhu Wuyao anywhere.

Seemingly stunned and annoyed, he stared at the storybook and storage bag in his arms for a while before throwing them forward in a huff.

Zhu Wuyao laughed out loud at the sight.

The soft laugh made Gu Yiguan turn his head to look. He saw her sitting on the boulder, the cold wind howling and her hair fluttering. Her eyebrows and eyes still showed the youthful spirit he had when they first met.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, there is both her resentment and her acceptance.

The smile quickly faded, and Zhu Wuyao stood up and picked up his sword.

"Let's go."

It's as if they've been waiting for a long time, just wanting to see what kind of feedback their "prank" will get.

"You just left like that, without saying goodbye?"

Zhu Wuyao paused in his steps as he descended the mountain.

But he didn't turn back.

It seemed like a response to Gu Yiguan, a promise made from afar, or perhaps a soliloquy.

She belatedly uttered that prophetic phrase—

"There may be a day when we meet again."

These words, which supported her to pick herself up and move forward during her most desperate time, ultimately faded away like a fallen leaf when she reached the end.

Gu Yiguan received an unexpected answer.

Master Fang's prophecy, spoken before their meeting, came true at the moment of their parting.

Similarly, when parting from old friends, Zhu Wuyao seemed to have gained something rather than lost something. Gains and losses are often misaligned, hence the saying "fate plays tricks on people".

Gu Yiguan removed the windproof shield from the girl, picked her up, and walked forward.

“Where to go next?”

"Hmm? You Star-Picking Tower aren't planning to continue arranging things for me?"

"It's 'Our Star-Picking Tower,'" Gu Yiguan corrected before continuing:

"The Tower of Stars merely lays the path before you; whether or not you step onto it is your own choice."

The sword without edge returned to the spiritual sea.

Zhu Wuyao took out the Thousand Images and covered her face, transforming back into Wu Guihong's appearance. She carefully placed the past behind her, raised her eyes to look ahead, and said:

“There is a Granny Feng in Chunhui Hall in Beixuan City who once told me a long time ago: if there is no road ahead, you can look back in the direction you came from.”

"At the time, I didn't understand what kind of situation would make me feel like... there was no way forward."

"Ha, now that we've come this far, there really is no way forward."

The hexagram's interpretations came true one by one, yet it was entirely beyond human control.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly asked:

Do I possess something that grants my destiny?

Her situation is different from Gu Yiguan's. Gu Yiguan is steadfast and rarely makes mistakes, so he has few regrets and therefore it is difficult for him to have anything that is destined for him.

Zhu Wuyao, on the other hand, has too many regrettable past experiences, struggling in the gaps of fate, unable to make a choice.

Gu Yiguan shook his head and said:

"This item can enable divination practitioners to achieve self-fulfillment of cause and effect and break free from the constraints of the Heavenly Way; however, divination practitioners can cast hexagrams, but this is based on cause and effect."

"It is impossible to use the Way of Heaven as a medium to seek things outside of the Way of Heaven."

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It is near the residences of the four sects of cultivators.

Gu Yiguan, who had been silent the whole way, suddenly spoke:

"You and I may be the same kind of people, and we are suited to walk side by side."

Hearing these words about recruiting talent, Zhu Wuyao remained unmoved.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the little girl in Gu Yiguan's arms, she smiled, and her tone carried a hint of sarcasm:

"Gu Yiguan, you are too dishonest. From beginning to end, you have never tried to win me over."

"Do you know what this means?"

Gu Yiguan naturally chose not to know, but she asked knowingly:

"Oh? What does that mean?"

Hearing that Gu Yiguan was feigning ignorance, Zhu Wuyao was not to be outdone, and she said very humbly:

"Of course it's because I wasn't strong enough before, not enough for you to take notice of, and not worth trying to win over."

"Now that I'm in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, I've finally gained some skill. Your praise makes me feel truly humbled. I will definitely strive to improve myself after I return, to become a more valuable pawn, and not to let you down."

His words were loaded with barbs and veiled barbs.

Zhu Wuyao didn't look back, and his escape light flickered several times before he returned to the residence of the disciples of the four sects.

He had never recruited her... because Gu Yiguan already knew what was going to happen, and it was just a matter of guessing a few things—

First, they were destined to be enemies, not like-minded people.

Secondly, her value was beyond Gu Yiguan's control.

Third, there's no need to win over the dead.

Therefore, Gu Yiguan's "wooing" just now was probably because she was not clear-headed enough, and she even temporarily put aside her considerations and acted impulsively.

Perhaps it was Ruan Ayao who caused her to lose a game.

A day has passed since she left.

The disciples of the Juque Sect lost track of Wu Guihong, and rumors spread like wildfire. Some said he was afraid of being purged by the sect and had fled for his own life; others said Wu Guihong had been possessed by a butterfly spirit and had fled once again...

Panic.

But there is a consensus—

Elder Wu Guihong is probably unreliable; we need to find another patron as soon as possible.

Zhu Wuyao scanned the area with his divine sense.

Qi Jianxian seems to have disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, Wu Guihong's followers are plotting to switch sides and stage the "when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter" drama in a vivid and lifelike manner. Add some elements of opportunism, treacherousness, and sycophancy, and they'll look even more like hypocrites.

Zhu Wuyao had no intention of paying any attention to these lackeys.

After all, this has always been the prevailing atmosphere of the Juque Sect. They tear each other apart and fight over resources. It is not surprising that they would pawn their benevolence and morality as resources for climbing the social ladder.

But then someone was heard making a suggestion—

"Why not gather some handsome men and beautiful women? Our sect's Uncle Gan cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness and loves to keep these people by his side to temper his will..."

"Hehe, if it were me... I couldn't resist. Uncle Gan is really amazing!"

"I heard that the cultivation technique practiced by Uncle Gan is 'Immovable as a Mountain,' which seems to give up resistance but actually hopes to end war in the world. He must be gentle to others and suffer less hardship."

"Last month, in order to hone his patience, he just visited his relatives' house..."

Zhu Wuyao sneered.

As the group was chatting animatedly, he suddenly appeared, unleashing his mid-stage Golden Core cultivation and a powerful aura that enveloped the leader.

Before he could even offer a defense, she twisted her hand slightly, and before he could even change his allegiance, he was about to change his social standing.

It might not be a case of getting what one wants.

After a day apart, his cultivation had already advanced to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. Coupled with such thunderous methods, it seemed that the "Wu Guihong" that everyone knew had returned.

"I was just about to get him to tell you what he had to say!"

"It is truly a joyous occasion that Master's cultivation has reached a new level. Restoring his former cultivation should be an easy task. We swear to follow him to the death!"

Seeing the obsequious expression on the person's face, Zhu Wuyao was about to say something when her consciousness stirred and she turned to look at the courtyard gate.

It was Elder Liao from the Qingyun Sect who came with Gu Yiguan.

He did not conceal his divine sense.