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

Chapter 325 Where in the world can one find a perfect solution?

"By the way, has the new storybook been sent to Nanli City yet?"

"It has already been sent out, and even the release date was set in advance. Moreover, this script is quite long and will be divided into two parts."

Two retired elderly people in the Ink Trace Bookstore were sitting in the backyard chatting and enjoying the cool air after finishing their work raising pheasants.

To avoid revealing his pseudonym, Zhu Wuyao specifically chose the date.

As the saying goes, by the time the storybook was published, she probably had already arrived at the Xiaotian Sect.

Not many people know the truth about this trip.

But there will always be a few clever people who can deduce something from the lineup of disciples.

However, there will always be some naive disciples who genuinely treat this as a pure exchange between disciples.

For example, Tang Xin.

On the day of departure, the disciples on the list gathered here.

She spotted Senior Sister Zhu, who was surrounded by the crowd, at a glance.

There are far too many rumors about Zhu Wuyao.

Some say that good fortune was rightfully hers, while others are convinced that she was a fraud. But if judged by success or failure, she is indeed worthy of respect.

Too many messages are swirling in my ears.

Tang Xin did not know which was true and which was false.

She only believed what she saw and heard with her own eyes and ears.

Back then, the story of "slaying a mule to advance in rank" was widely discussed, but she always felt it was somewhat absurd and did not write a letter.

Later, after witnessing the sword strike that cleaved through the autumn landscape, Tang Xin finally accepted Zhu Wuyao's brilliance with her own eyes.

When everyone said that Zhu Wuyao had stolen the luck, Tang Xin did not believe it. He was truly disappointed in Senior Sister Zhu after she said those words herself.

Since the public's disdain for Zhu Wuyao could not sway Tang Xin;

Even now, the praise from everyone cannot change Tang Xin's mind.

She is someone who doesn't like to overthink things.

Senior Sister Zhu already has many new admirers, so she doesn't need another one. Since that's the case, Tang Xin prefers to keep her own little corner of the world quiet.

Zhu Wuyao certainly has many admirers.

Yi Tian is one of them.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't be involved in this disciple exchange given her strength, but Yi Tian realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

This convinced one of them to exchange with her.

I thought it would be a lot of trouble, but to my surprise, Senior Sister Gu didn't ask any questions and simply nodded and changed her name.

"Senior Sister Zhu, there are three people sharing a room on the Cloud Piercing Boat. May I stay with you?"

Zhu Wuyao shook his head decisively.

She wanted to stay with Hua Ying, and although there were still empty seats, she really didn't want to get too involved with Yi Tian.

Although Yi Tian's following might seem like opportunism, Zhu Wuyao could understand it.

There's nothing shameful about finding someone to rely on when you're weak and slowly climbing up the ladder to make things easier for yourself.

However, Zhu Wuyao has no intention of accepting followers.

She couldn't take it for granted that her followers would risk their lives for her; having established this relationship, she was now responsible for their safety.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

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Having been to the south, I am now heading north.

Zhu Wuyao mostly looked down. At first, Hua Yingting thought she was looking at the scenery, but later asked:

"A-Yao, what are you looking at?"

Zhu Wuyao snapped out of her daze, smiled, and said:

"Looking at people."

Although her eyesight allowed her to see very far and her spiritual sense had expanded to a wider range, the Cloud Piercing Boat flew very high, so she couldn't see very clearly.

But after visiting the South, traveling north always allows for some comparisons.

The Star-Picking Tower did not meet her expectations in every way.

There were times when she felt like she was in a murky pool, filled with oppression, strife, distinctions of rank and status, and the cold indifference of those in power... it was all murky.

But she had been to the areas under the jurisdiction of Nanli City.

Although the world he traversed on foot was not vast, Zhu Wuyao still remembers the many desolate villages he passed through.

The cultivators who guarded the area not only failed to protect the townspeople and villagers under their jurisdiction, but instead fed humans and raised demonic beasts.

Compared to them, the urban management officer Li encountered at Jiguanshan, with her foresight and scheming, seemed particularly admirable.

A sect needs fuel to thrive.

The Juque School used the most fuel, making it the largest in scale.

Of course, it is enormous, not powerful.

Compared to the south, the area under the jurisdiction of Zhaixinglou may not be considered a prosperous era, but it is still peaceful and quiet. At least you won't stumble upon a deserted village after traveling a short distance.

Hua Ying stopped and looked down.

He also understood what Zhu Wuyao was looking at, and recalling some recent events, as if he could see through Zhu Wuyao's thoughts, he said:

"I've been to many places, and I once lived incognito for a few years in a small sect."

"The sect leader of that sect was only at the Golden Core stage, and the entire sect had only a few dozen people, but it was like a paradise. A Liang loved to eat crystal cakes, so he always pestered Senior Sister Li to cook for him. He even threw roasted sweet potatoes into my alchemy furnace."

"I was so angry that I chased her all over the sect."

Elder Pan also loved alchemy and often caused his furnace to explode. In the middle of the night, a loud "boom" would cause his disciples, who still needed to sleep, to protest in front of his door.

"As for Elder Cheng, who prides herself on being a genius in the art of talismans and loves to put on airs, her talismans are even worse. I was quite surprised when I first heard that she was giving away talismans as a prize for participating in the competition, but later I found out that the senior sisters and brothers in the sect didn't buy it at all. That's when I realized that Elder Cheng's talismans were sometimes effective and sometimes not."

Listening to Hua Yingting recount these amusing anecdotes, Zhu Wuyao couldn't help but chuckle.

She had never seen a sect like this before.

Although it sounds absurd, it feels intimate and warm, like two random people from the sect who can sit together on the rooftop and watch the stars.

Could it be that I really chose the wrong path when I left Dongji City?

The small sect I should join, even if it doesn't bring me fame and fortune, at least provides a place where I can feel at peace.

"It sounds like you have deep feelings for that sect? Did you go back to visit it later?"

Hua Yingting nodded and said:

"On one occasion, I returned to Moonshadow Pavilion to visit relatives. It had been less than a year since then. When I went back again—"

"The sect was razed to the ground."

"The talismans of the old man are very distinctive. After burning, they always leave a charred mess. On that ruin, I saw hundreds of charred marks."

"She has probably emptied her savings."

"Actually, I didn't really like Elder Cheng back then. I often talked badly about her with A Liang. Many people in the sect didn't like her either."

After saying this, Hua Yingting paused for a moment before continuing:

“From that time on, I never joined any minor sect again.”

In fact, Hua Yingting didn't like Yueying Pavilion either, so she was always running away.

But after traveling all over the country, I always felt that this place was not good enough, and that place was not good enough. There were countless moments when I walked to a certain place and mistakenly thought that I had seen the light of day. But glass is fragile, and in the end, all the warmth was nothing but a mirage.

There is no way to have it all in this world.