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

Upon hearing Zhu Wuyao's choice, Da Niu's eyes widened. Why didn't this little girl do as her master said?

"Are you sure you want this broken sword and not this fine sword?" Da Niu coaxed.

Seeing the blacksmith's furious glare, Zhu Wuyao became even more certain of his thoughts.

This means she has to make a promise right now that she won't bring this up again!

"I am sure!"

He spoke the words "Zhu Wuyao" with such conviction, as if he genuinely loved the broken sword.

Having said that, Da Niu scratched his head and had no choice but to hand over the broken sword that he had wanted to keep for himself.

Zhu Wuyao, holding the broken sword, slunk out of the blacksmith's shop.

Upon returning home, she thrust her sword into the courtyard, her heart filled with rage, and her desire to improve her cultivation level was stronger than ever before.

This is so unfair! It's really unfair!

The shop was too big to take advantage of its customers, and the blacksmith actually threatened her with violence to make her accept the broken sword.

Not only was the sword tip broken, but it was also pitch black. If she wanted to carry the sword in the future, wouldn't she have to wear black dresses instead?

Her dream of becoming a carefree sword immortal has been shattered today.

Even through the wall, Shen Anzhi could sense Zhu Wuyao's hostility. He quietly peeked out the window, and his eyes lit up the moment he caught sight of the sword stuck in the courtyard.

"What a sword!"

Zhu Wuyao had just made a vow in his heart to become the number one cultivator in the cultivation world and make himself untouchable, so hearing this made him feel a little disheartened.

She drew the sword in one swift motion and said, "What fine sword? This sword has no edge."

Shen Anzhi pushed open the door and came out, asking, "This sword is named 'Edgeless'? How fitting!"

Zhu Wuyao glanced at the sword, then at Shen Anzhi, and ultimately couldn't bring himself to say that he had been bullied by the blacksmith. He could only nod and say:

"My sword has a unique and distinctive design. What do you think, Brother Shen?"

Shen Anzhi praised:

"The craftsman's ingenuity is remarkable; he actually devised this method to maximize the power of that piece of icy black iron. Just as I drew the sword, I saw the chilling aura emanating from the broken part permeating the blade. It's truly extraordinary!"

Ok?

She thought it was because she felt desolate that the sword felt so cold to her touch.

Upon closer inspection, one might say—

This sword is simple and unassuming, yet its craftsmanship is effortless; it truly possesses exceptional style.

In this life, it all boils down to two words—taste!

If paired with a black dress, it would undoubtedly exude a mysterious yet cold aura, with a touch of domineering power.

With this sword by her side, she would surely be able to ascend to the position of sword immortal.

Could it be that the blacksmith who forged the weapon was a kind-hearted person?

Zhu Wuyao seemed to be deep in thought, carefully recalling the scenes in the blacksmith shop, and suddenly realized.

She shoved the sword back into place, even deeper than before.

What a scoundrel! So that's what he was planning. If she hadn't been so cowardly and shrewd, she probably would have been tricked into giving him this fine sword.

After some research, and after Zhu Wuyao swung the sword over a hundred times, the two finally figured out the pattern of how the sword released its cold energy.

If she hadn't successfully entered the Qi Refining stage, her arms would have been too sore to lift by now.

The more Zhu Wuyao learned about the abilities of this bladeless sword, the more pleasing it became to her eyes. She gazed admiringly at this unassuming and understated greatsword and said:

"Brother Shen, I want to practice body training!"

The next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Because of excessive sword swinging yesterday, Zhu Wuyao was sore all over and failed to get up early. She didn't understand why a cultivator still had to endure such things.

He died on the first day of physical training.

By noon, she circulated her spiritual energy twice, which at least relieved some of her fatigue, and she managed to get up.

Pushing open the door, she saw Shen Anzhi looking at her with a worried expression, asking:

"Miss Zhu, are you going out?"

Mid-Autumn Festival was the very day he had predicted a few days earlier would bring misfortune to Zhu Wuyao.

I thought the calamity was brought by the murderer who ripped out my heart on the day of the mourning period, but now the ghost is dead, and even the funeral of the deceased is over. Now that he is buried in peace, we can no longer lift the coffin.

He was somewhat unsure where this calamity was about to occur.

Now that he sees Zhu Wuyao still going out, he wants to stop her, but he is afraid that forcibly changing fate will bring even greater calamity.

They were caught in a dilemma.

"Yes, that's right. My new chapter is going on sale today, so I have to go submit the manuscript."

Zhu Wuyao shook the stack of manuscripts in his hand to indicate this.

Since learning that "Falling for Love" can be completed through storybooks, she has been writing furiously these past few days, finishing the equivalent of three or four collections of essays, intending to submit them all to the Ink Trace Bookstore, so that Ye Xiaozhou won't come to peek at them in the middle of the night again.

The thought of receiving fresh royalties today made her feel better; her backache and leg pain disappeared, and she could lift her money bag again.

"I see." Shen Anzhi then remembered that the "Canglang Anthology" was published every ten days, which coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He took out the calligraphy brush and handed it to Zhu Wuyao, saying, "I feel you need to use a calligraphy brush today, why don't you bring it with you?"

"Hmm? Brother Shen, your injuries have healed?"

Zhu Wuyao took the brush; she had always trusted Shen Anzhi's divination skills as a fortune teller.

"Hmm... almost done," Shen Anzhi replied perfunctorily.

His injuries had healed by 60%, but a few days ago he forcibly activated his spiritual power at the Longevity Inn, and in recent days his spiritual energy has become somewhat disordered again.

However, Shen Anzhi did not try to see where Zhu Wuyao's karmic connection was. Although spiritual energy could be used when there was no other choice, it should always be used wisely.

He had already made up his mind to secretly follow Zhu Wuyao today.

In this way, she can save the opportunity to use her spiritual energy when she is in danger. Fortunately, she got some pills from Zhang Zhihan a few days ago.

He has been trying to take his medication recently.

Presumably, they will be able to help people escape tonight.

Zhu Wuyao looked at the pen in his hand, somewhat puzzled, and finally went back into the room to get a few sheets of paper.

What if I have nowhere to write when it's time to use a pen today?

Shen Anzhi silently looked at the manuscript in her hand, but still gave Zhu Wuyao an approving look.

Zhu Wuyao was in a good mood today because he was going to collect his money, and even the beggars on the roadside seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

She nodded and smiled as she greeted the beggars, without giving them a single coin.

Just then, she suddenly spotted a familiar old beggar—the same old man who had lied about his grandson being chosen by the Star-Picking Tower and had given Zhu Wuyao a fake wooden plaque.

That's quite a coincidence.

She stepped forward, but the old man didn't see her clearly. He kept his head down, begging for alms, while the child next to him joined in, saying auspicious words.

"Old man, it's been a few days, why are you begging again?"

Are they a grandfather and grandson who make a living by stealing and swindling?

Hearing this sound, the old man finally looked up:

"You are... that little girl from the inn, the Silent Daoist!"

He was always very well-informed about the news in Beixuan City, and naturally he had also seen who this so-called "Zhaixinglou assessment disciple" - Daoist Wuyan - really was.

Thinking of this, he sighed with emotion: "I never expected it, I really never expected that you would actually become a disciple of the Star-Picking Tower."

He had also heard about the Longevity Inn incident a few days ago. At first, he didn't believe it, but after seeing the funeral procession, he realized that the Silent Taoist was actually connected with the Star-Picking Tower.

How could he not feel a pang of sorrow!