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

The sky was bright.

A violent surge of spiritual energy emanated from the residence of the Juque Sect, spreading outwards with a deafening roar, seemingly carrying immense fury. The surrounding trees were snapped in two, and silence fell over the area.

"who is it!!!"

Elder Wu Wei's angry roar rang out, his face flushed red with rage.

Those around them dared not speak out of fear, each shrinking back for fear of incurring the wrath of the others.

Before them lay the chaotic house, now reduced to ruins after the fight, with the desiccated corpse laid out before them.

And, the line of large, blood-red characters on the ground.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Last night, the wind was still and the moon was bright; someone sought revenge in the dead of night.

After finishing the storybook, Ye Xiaozhou got up, dusted off his clothes, and prepared to get to work. He then asked:

"What's the method?"

Zhu Wuyao offered a simple and straightforward plan—go and kill them directly.

With that calligraphy brush suspended in her dantian, no tracking or tracing technique could find her.

Before coming to the Immortal Cultivation Conference, she specifically sought out techniques for concealing her tracks and escaping.

I thought that if I did this alone, I would inevitably alert the enemy, and if I was tracked down and killed, at least I would have the strength to escape.

If they are discovered by chance, they may have to sever all ties with the Star-Picking Tower and abandon their status as disciples.

To avoid implicating others.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaozhou arrived.

The person in the world who is least afraid of being implicated has come to Zhongling City.

Zhu Wuyao shouldn't ask Hua Yingting. Hua Yingting is his friend, and if he asks her, she won't refuse and will definitely stand by him.

She couldn't ask Xu San'er, because Xu San'er was a profit-driven person, and if they were really in danger, he would definitely betray her, so they couldn't conspire together.

Gu Yiguan is upright and prioritizes the interests of Zhaixinglou, so he would not support her private revenge.

Only Ye Xiaozhou can do it.

She is capricious, selfish, and fearless.

If she finds the matter uninteresting or meaningless, she won't consider any sentimentality and will directly refuse.

If Ye Xiaozhou agrees, it means she finds the matter interesting, and it's not just about helping Zhu Wuyao.

The two hit it off.

Taking advantage of the quiet of the night, they quietly set up a barrier.

No one dared to kill someone in secret during the Immortal Cultivation Conference, no one dared to stir up trouble under the noses of so many cultivators, and no one would have imagined that someone would take such a huge risk to kill a Qi Refining Grand Perfection cultivator.

The night patrolmen hurried by, and nothing happened.

Occasionally, the divine sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator would sweep across Zhongling City, but the barrier, like invisible moonlight, would quietly meet the divine sense and be passed through without a sound.

Ye Xiaozhou leaned against a tree, munching on an apple.

She is most proficient in three areas: murder, teleportation, and stealth.

Some people in the cultivation world have said that they have seen Ye Xiaozhou in action, but they did not think she was that strong, and they did not understand why she was called the number one in combat power among her peers.

Ye Xiaozhou simply laughed off this claim and didn't bother to say anything more.

Needless to say, teleportation and stealth are impressive, but being chased all over the mountain by Elder Chi is also a skill in itself.

Qu De was meditating in his room when he suddenly opened his eyes.

Before me stood a masked man.

But Qude recognized the broken sword. Startled and slightly puzzled, he asked:

"I wonder what brings Fellow Daoist Zhu here so late at night, and why you are wearing a mask?"

As he spoke, he cautiously moved to the side, his fingers gripping a pebble, ready to retaliate at any moment.

Qu De knew that Zhu Wuyao was already at the Foundation Establishment stage, but he was still astonished by her behavior. Was she courting death?

His eyes were fixed intently on Zhu Wuyao, extremely nervous, and he said:

"Fellow Daoist, this is Zhongling City, please do not rush in—"

“Swish!”

A sword light flashed directly at him, and the attacker, without saying a word, drew his sword and confronted him.

Qu De's eyes widened, and he rolled to the side, but he was too slow to react, and half of the sword light still landed on him.

Just as he was about to scream, Qu De realized that he was not in much pain.

Startled, he suddenly relaxed and quickly released a distress signal flare.

A copper coin slipped silently across the surface.

Qu De activated his internal energy cultivation technique, his heart pounding wildly. He was both shocked and furious.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, what are you going to do?!"

He was completely unaware that his encounter was related to the events in Nanli City.

In Qu De's view, Xu Yicheng wanted revenge, and the so-called "Nanli City" was just an excuse. In reality, it was because he was always suppressed in the sect and harbored resentment.

Qu De lacks virtue, and therefore does not understand benevolence and righteousness.

He refused to believe that Xu Yicheng was filled with grief and resentment for the lives of those few ordinary people.

He only judges others by his own standards and speculates from the most despicable perspective.

Now that disaster is imminent, Qu De is filled with confusion. He can't remember when he offended Zhu Wuyao, and he doesn't understand why she would take such a big risk to attack him.

He laughed in anger, mocking Zhu Wuyao's sword for being useless, causing no pain or itch when it struck him.

He thought Zhu Wuyao was afraid and dared not use that "Cold Transformation" move, because she was afraid of making too much noise and being discovered, and was afraid of disaster.

Until he felt the cold—

It was as if life had been lost, and it had been thrown into the river, only able to drift with the current, letting its body temperature gradually disappear, and finally sinking to the bottom of the river.

It was plunged into endless silence and darkness.

All around him were countless corpses.

Qu De shuddered violently, his eyes widening as he saw his withered, shriveled arm.

The pebbles rolled to the ground and fell silent.

Zhu Wuyao stared at the withered corpse before him, remaining silent for a long time.

It turns out that killing someone is so easy, not much harder than cutting off the life of a tree.

It doesn't seem to feel very real.

It was much simpler and easier than she had expected.

Is this what it feels like for cultivators in Nanli City to kill people at will?

It's like pulling out a withered grass.

Therefore, I won't hold it in my heart, and I won't feel uneasy day or night...

She ran her hand over the broken part of the bladeless sword, a slight stinging sensation coming through her. It seemed that the blood in her body was beginning to flow again, gradually bringing warmth.

The sense of unreality gradually faded, and the bladeless sword was returned to its sheath.

"Fate cannot be destroyed, but karma can be..."

she whispered.

The door closed quietly, leaving only the silhouette of a sword-wielding figure returning home.

She bent down and picked up the copper coin that had fallen to the ground, erasing all traces of it, and everything happened quietly.

The light in Qu De's room was still on. Beside the withered corpse, whose original features were no longer discernible, a line of large characters revealed the identity of the visitor—

"The Beggar from Nanli City"

Wu Guihong looked at the words and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

At this Immortal Cultivation Conference, the deaths of Zhao Huaiyi, a Golden Core cultivator, and Xu Yicheng, who betrayed his sect and died, have already caused the Juque Sect to lose face greatly by sacrificing himself to kill his uncle.

The disciples were to be gathered early this morning to participate in the Immortal Cultivation Conference's flag-capturing battle, but Qu De was late. When someone was sent to look for him, they discovered this unexpected turn of events.

Ha... what a beggar from Nanli City!

Zhao Huaiyi died yesterday because of this, Qu De is on the run today, will they start targeting him tomorrow?

"Master, this matter must be thoroughly investigated. Our Juque Sect has come to Zhongling City not to be bullied!"