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

The Juque Sect came prepared, and now they can't escape even if they want to.

Zhu Wuyao was somewhat puzzled. Had she violated the heavenly rules?

If the news of the deaths of two Golden Core cultivators were to reach the Juque Sect, the sect would be furious and send people to hunt her down.

That makes sense.

This cultivator from the Juque Sect, who was stationed in the south, had no relation to those two people, so why would he risk coming to apprehend the culprits?

Could it be that he wants to take her head as a reward and give the sect an explanation?

Zhu Wuyao used his divine sense to survey his surroundings.

The cultivators of the Juque Sect, all full of vigor, were staring at her intently.

She heard the sound of wind rustling through the trees, the leaves shaking and whispering like snakes crawling. Her spiritual power was suppressed by the powerful array, reduced to only 80% of its original strength.

This place is in a state of siege.

This formation relies on the mountain shape and cleverly utilizes the terrain, while also controlling the invisible mountain as a piece, subtly aligning with the military strategist's advantage of attacking from all directions.

As the Juque Sect waved their weapons, Zhu Wuyao witnessed the appearance of groups of wandering mountain demons atop the mountains.

I once saw and killed this creature on Jiguanshan Mountain, where a scene of man and nature unfolded.

If it is empty, it has no form; if it is real, it can be cut down.

The wind rises from the mountains and forests, sweeping across the vast wilderness. Before the mountain demon approaches, Zhu Wuyao clasps his hands in a gesture of respect to the mountain, for if the mountain demon is born, then the mountain possesses a spirit.

If there is a spirit, then a divination can be performed for it.

Zhu Wuyao is not good at breaking formations, but she is good at divination and swordsmanship. If she wants to leave unscathed today, her background will be exposed and the origin of her magic will be guessed.

Therefore, none of them can survive.

A noisy commotion filled my ears—

"Why is this Silent Daoist bowing and scraping to the Mountain Demon? Has he been scared out of his wits?"

"Haha, is this guy begging for mercy from our Giant Sword Sect?"

"The Mountain Demon's strength is only at the Qi Refining stage, but several thousand Qi Refining stage cultivators are enough to wear us down. Once she has killed all the Mountain Demons, it will be our time to take advantage of the formation and make our move!"

"Looking at it this way, reaching the Golden Core stage isn't so difficult after all—"

The word "kill" was cut off abruptly before it could be uttered.

With a single sword strike, the Silent Daoist unleashed a torrent of leaves, causing countless trees to fall. The sword energy multiplied into hundreds and thousands, scattering with the withered leaves before piercing the Mountain Demon in an instant. At that moment, countless flames erupted from the Mountain Demon's body.

Things are different now than they used to be.

In the past, he needed three people to help him deal with hundreds of mountain demons, but now he can kill hundreds with a single sword.

In the instant the falling leaves surged and blotted out the sky, the Juque Sect cultivator's expression changed drastically. He recalled the news that had reached the south in recent days, and the description of this scene in the "Ten Thousand Volumes of Book Reviews"—

"Fallen leaves invite autumn!"

"She is Zhu Wuyao, who is like a fallen leaf inviting autumn, possessing the skill to break through all situations with a single sword, and also skilled in divination!"

Also practicing divination?

It's clear that the sword and the divination are progressing side by side.

When Zhu Wuyao drew his sword, he had already anticipated that his identity would be exposed so easily, so he was not surprised at all.

Amidst the swirling, withered yellow leaves, the wind swept in a verdant leaf.

It drifted gently down before her eyes.

Zhu Wuyao reached out and took the leaf, activating his Celestial Observation Technique.

One can know the whole mountain range by looking at a single leaf.

"This person is no ordinary individual. Quickly take action and kill him here!"

Before the earth snakes slithered and the boulders rolled down, Zhu Wuyao clearly saw the great formation—

The person in charge can conceal their aura in the mountains and forests, merging with the peaks, thus increasing their power. They can borrow the power of the mountains, and the mountain leaders also consider them to be of the same kind.

Zhu Wuyao indeed cannot break the formation.

But she can turn the green hills that worship each other into a hostile force.

"Stealing the sky and changing the sun!"

Zhu Wuyao looked at the leader waving the battle flag and whispered those four words.

As the hand seals were formed, she activated her escape technique. The green mountain image on her right leg flickered slightly, and she stepped on the jagged stone dragon that suddenly rose up.

With a "crack" sound, the spiderweb-like patterns spread and cracked, collapsing into countless boulders.

Meanwhile, the bladeless sword moved among the rolling boulders.

They shot down the magical artifacts unleashed by the Juque Sect cultivators.

She dodged the incoming spirit blade to the side, and a flash of spiritual light appeared on the fallen leaf pattern on her right arm as she snatched the flying knife that was close at her. She then swung her arm and returned the flying knife.

The leader waving the battle flag, his face contorted with rage, was about to unleash the Armored Assault Technique, intending to use the ant-devouring-the-dike-to-break-the-dam strategy in battle, when he was astonished to discover—

At some point, the mountain bandits he had been using turned against him and surrounded him.

He gritted his teeth inwardly.

As the palm was extended, countless stone forests suddenly rose from the flat ground, creating an earth-shaking effect that obscured the hundreds of mountain monsters surrounding it.

"A swift and decisive battle is needed; this formation is no longer in our favor!"

He didn't even realize when the fortune teller had tampered with the divination, nor did he know what Luoye Yaoqiu had done!

Why did the offensive and defensive postures change so drastically in just a few breaths?!

Why is this happening!

Could the rumors about fortune tellers in the martial arts world be true...?

Without you even realizing it, the diviner has already secured the victory. You won't even know what the opponent did, and you'll inexplicably find yourself at a disadvantage, dying without even knowing how.

Zhu Wuyao had also heard this rumor.

Before she became a nun.

At first, I was just an onlooker. When I heard these legends, I felt that they were infinitely mysterious and beyond my reach, as if they contained endless mysteries and enigmas. Now, however, I am a player in the drama.

She has now become the legendary divination cultivator, but being in it, she feels nothing at all, as if it lacks a sense of reality.

As the spiritual barrier rose, Zhu Wuyao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she paused for a moment.

Then, a sword aura slashed to the side and front, accompanied by a howling wind, lingering and surging in the valley pass.

The wind gap was narrow and low-lying. As the sword energy attacked, an invisible barrier seemed to expand and contract, and its power was amplified several times over with countless collisions and surges.

Like raindrops whose tension has reached its limit, they will scatter when gently stirred.

The formation shattered in the next instant.

This is the endless purple aura.

In that instant, she saw herself in countless timelines, each taking different actions—

Some actions were utterly useless, while others put the person in danger. Some actions severed the Foundation Establishment stage, while others caused mountains to collapse and the earth to cave in, burying the person holding the array flag.

In order to avoid the effort of digging up and silencing witnesses, Zhu Wuyao chose the method that would cause the least damage to the situation and the greatest benefit to himself.

"The formation has been broken?!"

"impossible!"

The Golden Core cultivator from the Giant Que Sect stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

He felt his cultivation level rise, then plummeted back down, and saw the mountain demons scattered, seemingly enraged, and began attacking everyone indiscriminately.

Why is this silent Taoist priest a divination practitioner?

But it was precisely those legendary fallen leaves that invited autumn!

If it were an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, this situation would be a sure thing, with no possibility of failure. However, after encountering her, they inexplicably suffered a series of defeats.

In his desperation, he unleashed a burst of spiritual energy, shattering the collapsing boulders, and roared:

"Pinghe Ding!"

Zhu Wuyao opened his palm; it was a pebble that he had handed to him when the boulder collapsed.

She provided the divination text—

"Your life is about to end."