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

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Zhu Wuyao immediately became alert.

Could it be that my mind has been affected?

No, it's also possible that the idea of ​​"not being in a hurry to improve one's cultivation level" is the result of being influenced.

It's like taking an exam; the more you think, the more mistakes you make. You might have chosen the correct answer at the beginning, but the more you think about it, the more you'll waver.

Ultimately, they chose the wrong answer.

How dare such a mere ghostly aura shake my resolve?

Zhu Wuyao calmed his mind, stopped his wild thoughts, and made up his mind to break through the barrier.

-

A few days later.

Zhu Wuyao awoke from her dazed state, slightly startled, realizing she had lost consciousness at some point.

The five senses are slowly awakening.

I think I can hear someone's voice.

She tried to circulate her spiritual power and release her divine sense, but found herself to be just like an ordinary mortal.

what 's wrong?

How many days have passed?

As her hearing gradually returned and her mind cleared, she decided to remain still and try to discern the sounds around her.

“A while ago, Brother Li said there was something unusual about the mass grave and asked us to investigate. We searched so many places but didn’t find anything unusual. I thought he was overthinking it.”

"Hey! If you hadn't stolen my roasted pheasant, we wouldn't have been able to catch up to that place. Who knew it was a cultivator in seclusion!"

"How many times is this? Every now and then, a cultivator discovers a clue and gets the hang of it."

“Some people are really capable. A few months ago, even though that cultivator’s spiritual power was sealed, he was still able to escape with people. That’s amazing. It’s all thanks to Brother Li for discovering it in time and calling for help.”

"Sigh... I wonder when I'll reach the Golden Core stage."

"Look at you, so ambitious! You're only at the Qi Refining stage and you're already thinking about the Golden Core stage? There was a riot at the mine a while ago, a bunch of people were killed, so you just grabbed a new one to fill the gaps..."

A mine? A riot? Monks?

Zhu Wuyao felt the shaking around him and guessed that he was being taken back to the mine by a vehicle.

I see……

Although Yin Sha is powerful, it doesn't necessarily require four or five Golden Core cultivators to attack him.

It seems we've finally found the source.

As she was figuring out how to escape, she heard the two Qi Refining stage cultivators continue speaking:

"This monk is really poor."

"Sword cultivators aren't exactly wealthy. They may have plenty of spirit stones, but nothing else is of much use."

Zhu Wuyao's breath hitched, and the cultivator's voice rang out again in the next instant—

"Oh ho, she's awake?"

...Entrapment?

The instant he was discovered, Zhu Wuyao immediately opened his eyes. Through the dim light from the curtain, he could clearly see the metal bars around him, which resembled a prison cell.

The height is insufficient for a person to stand up.

She kicked down, only to find it exceptionally hard. Her first strike was ineffective. Zhu Wuyao said nothing, but instead reached out and tried to pry the prison cart open.

The cage remained completely still.

"It's no use, stop wandering around!"

Zhu Wuyao ignored the mocking voices around her. She looked up and her heart sank.

This cage wasn't locked, but rather bound by a curse.

Raising his arm, a ring came into view; the unknown bracelet he had obtained from Fang Yong had been removed.

Instead, there was a seamless, unbroken blue ring.

Zhu Wuyao was used to his divine sense naturally probing his surroundings, and when it was temporarily sealed, he didn't even notice the ring.

"No more fuss?"

The person rushing to catch the carriage asked in a contemptuous tone.

Zhu Wuyao tried to grab the curtain through the bars, but was not stopped. She pulled hard, and the curtain covering the prison cart slid down.

Between the narrow mountain paths, the towering cliffs on both sides seem to be hundreds of feet high, enclosing a narrow strip of blue sky.

Zhu Wuyao's breath hitched slightly.

She searched around but never found such a cliff face near the mass grave.

This is where?

Moreover, with such terrain, you don't even need to get close; you can see it from afar.

She suddenly turned around and looked back at the way she came. Behind her was also a narrow passage. The mountain path was long and straight, and she couldn't see the distance.

"Fellow Daoists, where do we come from, and where are we going?"

"Many people want to know where you're going, but no one asks where you're from. Are you really out of your mind?"

One of the drivers said this, revealing no information and appearing cautious.

He continued to ask Zhu Wuyao:

"How many spirit stones do you have in this storage bag?"

Thinking back to the conversation between the two men while she was pretending to be unconscious, they clearly had already searched her storage bag and knew about the eight or nine hundred spirit stones inside.

"My family is poor, and I only have two or three hundred spirit stones in my storage bag."

Before even entering the door, they were already lining their own pockets...

The two men, who were rushing to catch the carriage, looked at each other, laughed, and said:

"I've heard that even if a cultivator who has refined their body loses their spiritual power, they still have considerable strength when it comes to work."

"The more work you do, the more food you eat."

Zhu Wuyao took a deep breath, finally understanding the message she had "bought" with six hundred spirit stones—

If you want to conserve your energy, don't show off and hold back your strength.

If you want to have a place among the people in the mine, you have to show your fists.

Decide for yourself which to discard and which to choose.

That's really... too kind of her.

Zhu Wuyao is not a body cultivator at all.

Her magical skills far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators. She possessed abilities such as forming bonds through strategic moves, stealing the sky and changing the sun, divination techniques, the ability to devour spiritual energy through divination techniques, and luck-changing talismans. Even her so-called Falling Leaf Sword Technique leaned more towards "techniques."

It has certain functionalities.

Their areas of expertise are very limited.

But when it comes to actual combat strength, without the Bladeless Sword, her combat power is almost zero.

Among cultivators, they truly fall into the lower ranks.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao tentatively asked:

"Fellow Daoists, may I ask what day it is today?"

"She's gone mad from being shut up."

One of them scoffed, and the other chimed in with a mocking remark:

"I think there's enough space in this prison van. Why don't you kneel down and beg us brothers? Maybe we'll be happy to tell you more information?"

Zhu Wuyao's gaze turned slightly cold as he leaned back in the prison van, his back pressed against the railing, feeling a chill.

"You two are joking. There's a lot of suffering to endure inside. It's just that we met you two on the way, which at least gave us a break. Please be lenient and give us a break."

She saw the package the two men were carrying, inside which was the hilt of a bladeless sword.

Try to communicate discreetly.

Unsuccessful.

The Unsharp Sword did not respond.

Since waking up, no ghostly aura has appeared and has not affected her. Could it be because her spiritual power is locked?

So, it's been suppressed for now?

So did she succeed in breaking through to the next level? And how many days have passed since she went into seclusion?

Zhu Wuyao analyzed the meager information he had received since regaining consciousness—

No, it won't be long.

The driver said he "noticed something unusual about the mass grave and was sent by Brother Li to patrol it." Moreover, it had been several months since the last time something strange had happened at the mass grave.

It seems that my seclusion will not last more than ten days.