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

The crowd chanted the name "Fallen Leaves Invite Autumn," and this autumn, which had reappeared after many years, was even more magnificent than before.

The chivalrous figure who emerged from the depths of autumn was silent and still, yet seemed to possess a cold and sharp edge.

Just like in the previous sixty or seventy performances, she remained so solemn and silent.

Many people have questioned the validity of that sword strike, but when that sword was no longer used to break the deadlock and was instead used for offense, everyone realized that before, perhaps it was just that the sword was held back.

The person whose magical artifact had been severed by Zhu Wuyao looked even paler and more unsightly.

"She's actually... that strong..."

Now, recalling that sword strike, I realize that I had already been under its blade, only to escape unscathed by sheer luck.

It's simply because Zhu Wuyao never intended to hurt anyone.

The only opponent she was waiting for was her true rival.

Yi Tian, ​​who had once greatly admired Zhu Wuyao but had not received a satisfactory answer, reached out his hand in a daze and touched the falling leaf.

"She is... Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn!"

The fallen leaves in my hand scattered at the slightest touch, turning into golden specks that drifted away with the wind.

After fifteen years of cultivation, I am now in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Such talent is not considered outstanding.

But the plot of this drama is exceptionally captivating—the clash between the true and false winners of fortune, the duel between genius and mortal, the collision between the righteous path and the wrong path, coupled with the mystery of the fake master and the true hero, and the despicable or arrogant nature of the fortune thief…

Lake Feidu reminded her of many things.

When people are young, they have no concept of life and death; the fear of death is something that comes with growing up.

In her youth, she would leap from one rooftop to the other, between two adjacent high-rises, with a precipice beneath her feet that could shatter her to pieces, simply for the sake of fun. She would also, when she had just learned to ride a bicycle, would let go of her arms and plunge down a steep slope, brushing shoulders with death. She couldn't even give a reason for all of this.

But as I grew up, I never risked my life on such a "trivial matter".

She didn't bring out her old dreams, but the past did indeed awaken in this sword.

First, she used the lure of theft to divide the villains, and then she used the strength she showed in this confrontation to intimidate the opportunists who were trying to take advantage of the situation; only by proving her own strength could her "truth" be considered not "sophistry".

Only when someone like Gong Changming stands before her can she reason with him, and only then will people be willing to believe what she says.

Therefore, clearing one's name is neither urgent nor important.

Whoever possesses power can possess everything.

Zhu Wuyao heard the cheers around him.

My heart wasn't stirred by much emotion.

She knew that this was only because she had won. If Shen Xun had won, things would have been the same, but all the praise would have turned into contempt.

When it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong, the simplest and most direct approach is to use force to overcome all other methods.

Therefore, she had no ill feelings towards Shen Xun.

I just find his words particularly unpleasant to hear, his constant use of petty tricks is too annoying, and he really needs to be taught a lesson.

Even in Zhu Wuyao's view, it was reasonable for the three-person ambush group to want to kill him; their only mistake was that they lacked the ability.

As Zhu Wuyao stepped off the battle stage, he accurately located Xiao Qingyu and Ying Mang.

He held up his hand and made an "eight" shape.

Eight thousand spirit stones each, the grudges are settled, and I will not hold it against you again.

In Zhu Wuyao's opinion, the price was incredibly low. She had been fighting on the battle stage for seven days and demonstrated the strength to go toe-to-toe with their team.

Sixteen thousand spirit stones, forgiven with a smile—this is an exceptionally generous gesture!

however--

"This is too much!

"She actually asked for 80,000 spirit stones!"

Xiao Qingyu watched Zhu Wuyao's retreating figure, her angry gaze mixed with some frustration.

There was also a faint, almost imperceptible sense of relief.

He had considered buying a challenge letter to test her skills on the duel stage, but now it seemed fortunate he hadn't managed to buy one.

Otherwise, Zhu Wuyao might not have shown him any mercy, and if Xiao Qingyu were to face that sword head-on, he wouldn't be entirely confident he could dodge it.

“Eighty thousand spirit stones…” Ying Mang seemed to be deep in thought.

"You don't actually intend to give it to me?!"

"Otherwise what? I've long felt that the ambush that day, without even distinguishing whether she was the hunter or the prey, was reckless in making a powerful enemy, although 40,000 spirit stones per person is a bit pricey—"

"It's just a bit pricey?"

Ying Mang nodded matter-of-factly and explained:

“I am skilled at hunting demonic beasts.” Then she continued, “Judging from her actions, she is not a ruthless person who goes after everyone. The price she offered should leave room for negotiation.”

Xiao Qingyu sneered and asked:

"Aren't you afraid she'll say something like, 'You can negotiate the price for buying someone's life, but can you negotiate yours too?'"

Ying Mang shrugged indifferently and said:

"If she really wants to drive people to a dead end, I'm not someone to be trifled with. If we fight to the death, it's not certain who will come out on top."

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.

Something happened here.

But things didn't calm down on the other side—

"Let me out!!"

Is anyone home?!

"Watch out, or I'll curse you all...!"

"Waaah... I know I was wrong. I've turned over a new leaf and started anew."

"From this day forward, I will be a kind person, unite with my fellow disciples, communicate amicably, give every little flower and blade of grass a name, be humble and gentle, live a peaceful life, and greet every fellow disciple who comes to say hello with a smile..."

"Let me out! I want to spread love and justice throughout the world, so that flowers of peace may bloom everywhere... Is anyone there?!"

"Heaven has bestowed a great responsibility upon this person; how can I be confined to the Cliff of Repentance!"

Song Kezi shouted dejectedly, lying beside the barrier, weakly pounding the ground, looking utterly miserable, which made people exclaim that he did a great job.

"There is still warmth in the world. I will study hard after I get out!"

He had given up hope, but to his surprise, the restrictions on the Cliff of Contemplation were suddenly lifted!

Song Kezi jumped up immediately.

On the opposite cliff, Zhang Zhihan and the goose, who had been unsealed along with him, appeared.

The two looked at each other.

"Hmph!" Song Kezi turned his head away.

Damn it! They actually locked him up for so long!!!

He was the one who got beaten up, while Zhang Zhihan was the one who harmed his fellow disciple, yet he came out with him.

What the hell!

When he walked out of the Cliff of Contemplation and found out what had happened recently, Song Kezi felt like crying.

Such a wonderful event, and he was missing!!

"There is such a sword! Not only can it break through all situations with a single strike, but it is also a sword of killing. Shen Xun is right!"

"No matter how you look at it, this shouldn't have been without consequences..."

"What kind of sword strike was that? It's really intriguing."

Shen Xun must be feeling extremely hurt right now.

Song Kezi felt it was time for him to step in and offer some care!