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

She could certainly see the unspoken message in the letter.

I wish you well, Wuyao. You are full of vigor and glory, but there is still one person who is scattered to the ends of the earth, whose whereabouts are unknown.

She had never seen Mr. Ji's handwriting.

However, the letter in my hand was like an old, withered tree, as if every word was filled with boundless sorrow and endless melancholy.

For thirteen years, Zhu Wuyao has remained completely out of touch with me.

Among those anxiously awaiting her return was Mr. Ji. She didn't want to think about what he would think when the turmoil at Zhaixing Tower reached his ears.

On the battle stage for seven days, with a single sword strike, all other battles were won.

The fallen leaves, inviting autumn, further enhance its reputation.

Blessed with boundless glory, adorned with countless accolades...

Thus, the lonely become even more lonely, and the word "waiting" seems to imply an endless wait.

Zhu Wuyao sat here for a long time.

As dusk settled, only a few candles remained lit.

Shen Anlu passed by and saw Zhu Wuyao with her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

He stepped forward and asked:

"Junior Sister Zhu, what are you doing here?"

Zhu Wuyao didn't look up; her voice was somewhat muffled as she said:

I'm withdrawn.

"Leave me alone."

Shen Anzhi was slightly puzzled, but he nodded and turned to leave. Before leaving, he thoughtfully set up a barrier that allowed people to leave but not enter, protecting Zhu Wuyao's private space.

Although he didn't understand, he still showed concern.

Zhu Wuyao's gaze fell unfocused on the paper. She had read this letter many times, and the short numbers were already etched into her mind.

The sky has darkened.

After a long time, Zhu Wuyao finally turned the letter in his hand back to the previous few pages.

This action is meaningless.

Looking at the two slips of paper, called "Poverty Notice" and "Repayment Notice," she thought back to when she first arrived in this world, when she was penniless and even had to eat apples that grew over the fence.

Zhu Wuyao once wondered if everything would have been different if that note hadn't flown into the courtyard.

Will do.

Zhu Wuyao thought of many things, her thoughts in disarray, like vines spreading out with countless branches. Of course, she knew that there weren't that many "what ifs" in the world.

However, if she hadn't passed through that alley and picked the apple, she wouldn't have had a connection with the Ji family.

Not only would he not have any connection with the Ji family, but even at the Longevity Inn, he had no apples or anything of value in his hands.

She might not have hit Shen Xun, and might not have caught that wooden plaque.

There would be no Master Wuyan, and no Nanli City incident...

This makes no sense.

If she had paid attention to her surroundings while walking, she might not have ended up in the cultivation world.

Perhaps, even the smallest change can drastically alter the final outcome.

Lost in millimeters, a thousand miles.

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"Holy crap, what's going on! Someone's attacking the Star-Picking Tower?!"

An aura suddenly spread out from the Star-Picking Tower.

Centered on the square in front of the building.

Countless people opened their eyes while meditating, and the disciples who were playing cards in a group were suddenly startled. Those who were lying in bed trying to fall asleep immediately got up.

They all rushed over.

"what happened?"

Is this the place?

On the top floor of the Star-Picking Tower, a gaze descended from above, looking down at the person who was meditating with their eyes closed.

On the rooftop, countless changes of purple aura are unfolding, transforming into various forms as always, with stars and the moon shining together, casting down their light.

The ever-changing purple aura resembled words or runes.

"what happened?!"

Elder Xiaobai walked to Sect Leader Fang's side.

He also saw Zhu Wuyao meditating with his eyes closed in the corner of the open space.

"She realized it?"

"The last person was her?!"

Elder Xiaobai's tone was slightly surprised. He thought of the few disciples in the Star-Picking Tower who had not yet grasped the changes, and then looked down at Zhu Wuyao, who had already entered meditation.

"Back then, when Gu Yiguan was comprehending the Dao, thunderclouds surged from all directions, their momentum was magnificent."

"Is this what she is?"

Master Fang knows a lot.

But she didn't know much either.

For example, she still doesn't understand how Zhu Wuyao's "passive sword strike" was so sure of success.

If in this world, there are gains and losses, then this sword, which should have been powerful, had a very small chance of actually striking.

Only in this way can it be considered balanced.

But Zhu Wuyao's sword strike seemed to be a perfect sword with no weaknesses.

Sect Leader Fang didn't know how she did it, just as he couldn't know what Zhu Wuyao had figured out.

Perhaps she figured out the secrets of the purple aura, or something else entirely.

Song Kezi certainly wouldn't miss out on the excitement.

But when he saw the specific situation, he felt a wave of dizziness, as if the world was spinning.

"No--!

"God...why are you doing this to me..."

"That's my purple aura, my purple aura, waaaaah... No, no, it's only enough for one person to comprehend..."

Song Kezi was the one who most wanted to comprehend the purple aura.

This is the place he spends the most time in all day; besides having fun, the things he does most often are looking up and contemplating the purple aura.

As a result, he almost developed spinal disease!

God is unfair!

He even paid the price of spinal disease in his attempt to comprehend the Purple Qi.

But Zhu Wuyao didn't contribute anything, so how could she possibly gain insight?

unfair!

That's unfair!!!

Song Kezi was really angry.

He was extremely angry.

"No, she hasn't grasped the truth yet. There's still time. As long as we get there before she does... Yes, Zhu Wuyao hasn't achieved enlightenment yet. She hasn't entered a state of sudden enlightenment. Maybe she's trapped!"

"If I can achieve enlightenment before her, this opportunity will be mine!"

Thinking of this, Song Kezi immediately set up a barrier, repelling everyone, and sat cross-legged.

A furious shout came from the side—

"Who's so immoral! Creating a barrier anywhere like that!"

Who else could it be?

Of course, Song Kezi is the one who lacks manners, but the outside world's disturbances are no longer relevant to him. Tonight, Song Kezi is the serious Song Kezi.

Those around saw Song Kezi's barrier and suddenly said:

"It's not too late to understand now!"

Shen Xun, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, also came here.

He looked at Zhu Wuyao, who was meditating with his eyes closed.

Then, he looked up at the purple aura on the top of the Star-Picking Tower, sat cross-legged, and also raised a barrier.

Having already grasped the essence, Zhang Zhihan walked with considerable satisfaction to Zhu Wuyao's barrier, patted the barrier that Shen Anzhi had set up for her, and said:

"Keep it up! You're the best!"

As more and more barriers were erected in front of the Star-Picking Tower, tonight became a sleepless night.

Gu Yi looked at the semi-circular barriers of varying sizes on the open ground in front of the Star-Picking Tower. They were so disordered that there was nowhere to put one's feet.

Frown slightly.

With a wave of her hand, a huge rock crashed to the ground, a flash of purple lightning appeared, and then large characters slowly emerged—

"Setting up barriers of any size indiscriminately is prohibited."