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

Three days passed, and the Juque Sect—

"Half of the cultivators guarding the vicinity of Tongzhou were killed, including three Golden Core cultivators?!"

Wu Guihong's face was extremely ugly.

Wang Cheng and Zhang Hua had recently been assigned by him to reinforce the far south. Three Golden Core cultivators guarding such a remote place should have been foolproof.

With the Pinghe Ding in hand, he should theoretically be invincible in the vicinity of Tongzhou.

What exactly happened in the middle of all this?

After hearing the disciple's report, he was both shocked and angry. After calming down a bit, he unfolded the copied letter and read it carefully.

"waste!"

Instead of meeting up quickly after arriving at their destination, Wang Cheng and Zhang Hua ran around aimlessly, not even realizing when they had offended someone!

"He's a piece of trash too!"

Wu Guihong was furious.

Two Golden Core cultivators died at the hands of rogue cultivators, and this was actually covered up and not reported to the sect immediately!

You're still thinking of catching the culprit yourself?

Not only were they sent to their deaths, but the Pinghe Ding also disappeared without a trace.

They had delayed his important business, and Wu Guihong wished he could grind these three good-for-nothings to dust.

Upon seeing the message, Wu Guihong immediately guessed his thoughts: that the rogue cultivator had picked up the storage bags of Wang Cheng and Zhang Hua.

He also thought that the Pinghe Cauldron was missing a main soul.

He wanted to do it himself, complete the assigned task, and then claim all the credit and fame in front of him.

Wu Guihong closed the copied letter.

How could I possibly entrust such a short-sighted person with a task...?

This so-called "Silent Daoist" can single-handedly fight two Golden Core cultivators. Doesn't he ever wonder how capable this person is?

Of course, he did think about it.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free, setting up such a large formation without any definite information.

They were putting all their effort into making this a gamble.

But Wu Guihong didn't care about any of that.

Anyone who fails is nothing but trash in his eyes.

If this matter were to actually succeed, Wu Guihong would surely change his tune and praise him a couple of times.

"This young man is brave and resourceful, bold yet meticulous, and knows how to seize opportunities. He is greedy, but his intelligence and strength match his ambition."

The problem is, it didn't work out.

Instead, it caused the Juque Sect to suffer heavy losses.

Wu Guihong sat quietly for a while, thinking of the "Silent Daoist" mentioned in the message, and Ruan Ayao, who was sent to the far south by the Taibai Sect.

Anyone who encounters this situation would have to think about whether the Taibai Sect has intervened.

After all, it's rare to see a rogue cultivator at the Golden Core stage without any reputation.

I wonder who this "Silent Taoist Priest" is; I should start investigating.

"It seems... I'll have to go to Tongzhou myself."

Wu Guihong is not a person of extraordinary talent. His current status is due to his dedication to cultivation and his meticulous planning.

His contemporaries—

That woman, Zeng Xiaolou, who lived in the southern city under the moonlight, was such a remarkable person, yet her remains have vanished without a trace.

Even the highly regarded Li Fuwei ultimately became a useless person, and his fate is unknown.

And now, isn't he the only one left?!

If he can climb this far, he can take another step forward, advance to the Nascent Soul stage, and covet the position of sect leader, wielding absolute power.

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There is no time in the mountains.

Zhu Wuyao had no idea that he had slept for three days straight.

He was surrounded by spirit stones and magical artifacts taken from his storage bag, which he hadn't had time to collect before he collapsed.

I felt a little confused when I woke up.

It gives you the wonderful illusion of sleeping in paradise.

When she got up, she felt a little heavy, as if she had slept for too long and was very tired. She lay in the magic stone for a while before slowly propping herself up.

I was somewhat dazed.

She shook her head, unscrewed the kettle, and took a few sips.

"The aftereffects of the battle of consciousness are so strong..."

It seems that USB drives of unknown origin should not be directly connected to the computer, as they may contain resources or viruses.

Moreover, the latter is more common.

The cave was pitch black. Although he could see with his divine sense, it was still somewhat oppressive. Zhu Wuyao waved his hand and shattered the boulder at the cave entrance into dust.

The moonlight cast a silvery glow.

There are several stars.

Zhu Wuyao took a short break to regulate his breathing, which relieved the fatigue from sleeping for so long and made him a little more clear-headed.

"To be able to tell that this is not my original body, it's not far off from time travel and possession."

They all took over each other's bodies without permission.

She didn't know how long she had slept, nor whether anything had changed in the outside world.

It seems the Juque Sect has already received the news.

Thinking the worst, perhaps they already knew her true identity, so Zhu Wuyao quickly took out the communication talisman from Zhaixing Tower.

A piece of peace.

There were no missed calls.

It seems things haven't gotten too big yet.

While Zhu Wuyao was collecting and appraising spirit stones and magical artifacts, he was also pondering the Juque Sect's next move; this was no small matter.

Logically speaking, she should leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

With three Golden Core cultivators dead, the next Juque Sect cultivators, even if not Nascent Soul cultivators, should at least be in the late Golden Core stage.

In the air, spirit stones flew into the storage bag in a line.

Zhu Wuyao sighed softly. Why was she a step too slow when Ge Mingsheng visited his deceased father's grave?

It is absolutely impossible for her to leave at this time.

Those magical artifacts that could be identified and confirmed to have not been tampered with were placed in the storage bag. As for those that looked really inappropriate, Zhu Wuyao planned to use the same trick as before and release them into the sea.

There are two things to do next—

1. Let's see if the person Ge Mingsheng mentioned is actually a cultivator from the Juque Sect. We've killed the whole group, so what's one more?

2. Selling stolen goods.

The magical artifacts she possessed were quite valuable and resembled standard magical artifacts of a sect, and there were a considerable number of them.

In addition, there's the matter of the "Silent Taoist Priest".

Reputable auction houses probably wouldn't accept it, and even small fry in the black market might not dare to take it on at this time.

There's also the risk of reporting her in return for the reward.

However, transforming these things into handy array flags and talismans is an urgent matter.

Zhu Wuyao slapped his forehead.

I suddenly remembered Ge Mingsheng.

She quickly took out the wooden box, inside which were seven or eight slips of paper that had already been passed around.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Unfold a piece of paper—

"Recently, a batch of magical artifacts have been secretly circulating in Tongzhou, and some people have identified them as belonging to the Juque Sect."

"Upon learning this news, the Juque Sect cultivators were furious. They traced the source back to the source, almost turning up the entire underground black market in Tongzhou, and finally found the seller."

"According to this person, she found it on the beach when she went to collect seafood; it is a gift from nature."

...A gift from nature.

That was a gift from the Silent Master!

Please continue reading without being invited.

"Fortunately, this person is not an unknown individual, otherwise he would not have been able to use the storage bag and find the black market in Tongzhou that dared to accept magical artifacts. In addition, the storage bag was indeed soaked in the sea, and there are other people to corroborate this."

"Of course, the most important thing is that the number of Juque Sect cultivators has decreased sharply, and they are unwilling to offend anyone at this time, so they can only give up in frustration."

"This information comes from that silent Taoist priest."

The black market has been raided?

The ocean isn't cooperating either...