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

The person in that grave was not born into a poor family.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted passing Juque Sect disciples to seek lodging here.

For mortals, it is an honor to have a celestial abode stay with them, especially since the Ge family is quite wealthy. Naturally, they were extremely respectful and prepared the finest food and wine to entertain the disciples of the Juque Sect.

Ge Jiaben had no other desires.

When their daughter was chosen by a disciple of the Juque Sect, who said he had a predestined connection with immortals and could guide her into the immortal realm, the couple were overjoyed.

But to everyone's surprise, those two immortals used the pretext of "testing" to force the Ge family girl to "sever her kinship".

They said that cultivators should abandon the mortal world and detach themselves from it, and demanded that she kill her own parents.

The woman from the Ge family was named Ge Mingsheng.

Having been raised as the family heir since childhood, she was not some naive girl who knew nothing of human relationships. Upon hearing this, she naturally guessed that the immortals were ruthless and that the so-called "fate with the immortals" was nothing but a joke.

She knew that if she refused outright, she might anger the two men and bring disaster upon her family.

We can only try our best to mediate and protect the Ge family.

But even the most cautious person cannot resist an immortal's sudden whim in the face of absolute power.

Just when the Ge family thought they had escaped a calamity.

The Juque Sect disciple, who was about to leave the Ge family, casually unleashed a wind blade, taking the life of Ge Mingsheng's father.

They said, "Since you find it hard to sever your family ties, I will take pity on you and help you out. You can sever the remaining family ties yourself. We will come back and take you away after we complete our mission."

Zhu Wuyao met Ge Mingsheng when he came to offer incense to his father.

The reason we couldn't leave was all because of that one sentence—

"I will slaughter all the immortals in the world!"

Which cultivator wouldn't be curious after hearing this?

At such a young age, he already possesses the makings of a demon; anyone would take a second look at him.

Zhu Wuyao was no exception.

After hearing the whole story, she glanced at the little girl in front of the grave and felt a strange stirring in her heart. Zhu Wuyao attributed this to the spiritual sense of a divination practitioner.

If left unchecked, who knows, another monster might just appear in the world.

With this in mind, Zhu Wuyao embarked on his journey, carrying a great sense of mission to save the world and a strong sense of responsibility to ensure his own future peace.

Both of these disciples of the Juque Sect were Golden Core cultivators.

If they were to deliberately conceal their presence, Zhu Wuyao might not be able to find them.

However, Wang Cheng and Zhang Hua, perhaps relying on their superior skills and daring, or perhaps being used to being arrogant, acted domineeringly along the way.

Zhu Wuyao found out where the two were without much effort.

She stepped into the contentious territory between the Juque School and the Taibai School.

She changed her appearance to one of disfigurement in a mine, creating a special skin for killing, making her look weathered and cold-blooded, specifically designed to intimidate all sorts of villains.

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

The two were calling each other affectionately in Qingfeng Pavilion, quite pleased with themselves. Zhu Wuyao was always very polite; she never disturbed others when they were doing their business.

Therefore, she chose to visit in advance.

I wanted to promote the Five Stresses and Four Beauties and debate with them.

Who knew, she had just shown up and said:

"Would you two like some tea?"

"I've come to advise you two to turn over a new leaf and start anew."

Those two Juque Sect cultivators named Wang Cheng and Zhang Hua refused to even talk to her and even tried to beat her!

Where is justice? Where is the law?

Zhu Wuyao has always treated people with courtesy, but there are just too many impolite people in this world.

Fortunately, she was quick-witted and nimble-fingered. The painting of green mountains and red flowers flashed with spiritual light, and she kicked the two people out of the window. There was a loud "boom" outside the window, and the ground sank an inch.

The night watchman was calling out "The weather is dry," and upon hearing this, he immediately fell silent, as if from experience, and quietly fled.

I didn't dare shout "Be careful of fire!"

Zhu Wuyao has been observing for a day.

But to everyone's surprise, the two cultivators showed no sign of leaving the city.

That's why they launched their attack directly in the town.

She took out some loose silver coins and threw them on the table to fix the windows of Qingfeng Pavilion. In the next instant, she leaped out and ran towards the city gates.

The two cultivators exchanged a glance, as if asking, "Should we pursue them or not?"

Wang Cheng gave him a look: It's your decision!

Zhang Hua nodded, indicating that he understood: I know you want to kill someone to steal the treasure!

Then, taking the lead, he activated his escape technique and closely followed behind Zhu Wuyao.

When Wang Cheng saw that Zhang Hua wanted to kill and steal the treasure, he was not to be outdone. The three of them joined forces and ran out of the city.

On a dark and windy night, it's the perfect time for murder and robbery.

These two cultivators from the Giant Que Sect were able to reach the Golden Core stage not only because they were good at flattering others within the sect, but also because they were bold and meticulous.

"Fellow Daoist, where are you going? Didn't you say you wanted us two brothers to start over?!"

There are also differences in strength among those at the Golden Core stage.

Zhu Wuyao had already observed these two arrogant and domineering individuals; they lacked real strength but had a grand entrance.

It's really abominable!

She's so powerful that even in the cultivation world she has to be careful with her words and actions; these two are inferior to her, yet they dare to act more arrogantly than her!

A sword without an edge is impossible to defend against.

It seems to be used to harass the enemy.

Zhang Hua said angrily, "This person is not strong, and this sword is also weak. It can't hurt us at all when it strikes us, but it is really merciless. I can't even figure out where the sword shadow appears from!"

Wang Cheng agreed, saying, "This person must be weak and is trying to distract the enemy with her sword to buy herself a chance to escape. Don't get distracted; focus on chasing the enemy!"

Zhang Hua was noticeably more cautious; he reminded him:

"This person is not strong, and his swordsmanship is mediocre. He may have reinforcements. We must be careful and not fall into a trap without realizing it."

A quarter of an hour later.

"She's incredibly good at escaping!"

"No, Zhang Hua, it's the two of us who have slowed down!"

Since the Green Mountain and Red Painting appeared, Zhu Wuyao's escape technique has improved significantly. She dodged the attack from behind and saw another earth vein stone dragon blocking her way, but she did not avoid it.

She had traveled through thousands of mountains, seeing towering peaks and majestic cliffs, but even the highest Jia Lin Jue of the Juque School was nothing more than a wall.

And this green mountain painting, once completed, can be stretched for thousands of miles without hindrance.

The Juque School's ability to trap sand into pools, build walls around gates, and cause earthquakes and snake dances is precisely what it has been overcome.

Just as Wang Cheng and Zhang Hua realized the true danger of the swordsmanship and began to consider retreating, they saw the person in front of them suddenly stop and raise his sword.

"Have you two ever heard of—"

"One sword breaks through ten thousand situations!"

under the moonlight.

Zhu Wuyao picked up the two heads and muttered:

"I've told you all to start over and be good people again, why don't you believe me..."

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Ge Mingsheng had already taken his mother to a safe place, and she had packed her bags.

They were on their way to seek the path to immortality and to kill immortals.

The ends of her jet-black hair were dampened by the drifting rain, and the oil-paper umbrella concealed her eyes, which were filled with hatred.

Two things rolled down in front of me.

The mud stained blood-red, and the black clumps of hemp intertwined with wild grass and sewage.

The oil-paper umbrella slowly moved upwards.

Ge Mingsheng saw the soles of her shoes as she stepped into the mud, her trouser legs covered in weeds, and her torn sleeves.

They saw a monk with a ferocious and terrifying face.

She heard a clap of thunder.

Like divine punishment.

After the thunder subsided, Ge Mingsheng heard the cultivator's voice—

"I've avenged you."