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

Ruan Ayao's heart skipped a beat, and Zhu Wuyao, who was hiding in the shadows, clutched his chest.

Although she eventually managed to change into a new dress that hadn't been struck by lightning, the act was too far-fetched. As soon as the real Wu Guihong appeared, everyone immediately guessed—

The Wu Guihong we just saw was an imposter!

If that's the case, tonight's plan will completely fall apart.

We can no longer pin the "Blood Corrosion Curse" on him.

He might guess that it was the elusive and unpredictable Taoist priest who was plotting against him from behind, and he would become even more vigilant afterward, making it impossible for anyone to catch him off guard.

Senior Sister Gu...

This is truly a case of being too clever for one's own good...

Gu Yiguan also saw the approaching beam of light. She noticed the change in Ruan Ayao's expression and her eyes flickered slightly.

The next moment——

The halberd suddenly flew out of his hand, thunder roared in the air, and countless purple chains slashed towards the streak of light, raising dust in the air.

The halberd, carrying immense force, struck the rapidly approaching cultivator.

Gu Yiguan solemnly shouted:

"Fellow Daoists, why don't you make your move quickly!"

"This man has fallen into demonic possession. If I hadn't been passing through this place, you would all be dead tonight!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Gu Yiguan charged forward, meeting the nameless Golden Core cultivator head-on without giving him a chance to explain.

Ruan Ayao reacted quickly.

He immediately grabbed a long flute, and the sound of the flute was like the clash of metal and stone, or the collision of weapons, trapping Wu Guihong.

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Poor Wu Guihong.

They were still in that underground stone chamber, exchanging wits with the cunning seller, trying to use their intelligence to find out where the sea infant spirit had gone.

But suddenly, he sensed a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.

He was in the middle of the formation at the time, and although he should have been isolated from the outside world, he could still sense the aftershocks of the power.

Startled, he immediately stood up, disregarding the sea infant spirit, and with a wave of his hand, he dispelled the formation and broke free.

They sped towards the Juque garrison.

Unexpectedly, countless thunderbolts suddenly descended from the sky, their power and ferocity comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Wu Guihong was startled.

When did he offend a Nascent Soul stage cultivator?

He only went underground for a short while, how come everything changed when he came out?!

Just as he was feeling surprised, he thought to himself, "Could there be some misunderstanding?" He was about to step forward to explain and reveal that he came from the Juque Sect.

But what they saw was a halberd coming straight at them!

And then there was—Gu Yiguan!

Wu Guihong's eyes widened in horror, completely unaware of what had happened. While defending himself, he urgently exclaimed:

"Fellow Daoist Gu! It's me, Wu Guihong of the Juque Sect!"

"What exactly happened here? Why were two disputes instigated for no reason?!"

Gu Yiguan remained composed and spoke with righteous indignation:

"The sound of the flute is noisy."

"I can't understand what you evil cultivator are babbling about!"

Wu Guihong's face was extremely ugly.

"You may be at the Nascent Soul stage, but I am at the Golden Core stage! Fellow Daoist Gu, do you truly intend to fight to the death?"

Gu Yiguan has not yet answered.

Suddenly, two more Golden Core cultivators appeared beside them.

It was Hu Sanlang and Rong Zhao who should have made their appearance but hadn't had the chance, and now they had finally seized the opportunity.

Encountering heretical practitioners on the road is the perfect opportunity to draw your sword and uphold justice!

The two immediately shouted:

"Fellow Daoist, were you fighting with that evil cultivator just now? We two are willing to lend you a hand!"

These successive changes left the disciples of the Juque Sect completely bewildered.

From their perspective—

Wu Guihong inexplicably left his residence, alone, determined to destroy the Taibai Sect.

Just as the Taibai Sect was showing signs of collapse, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck from the horizon, causing Wu Guihong to flee in defeat.

Before long, he reappeared, unusually obsessive.

He wanted to fight alone against Gu Yiguan from Zhaixing Tower, Ruan Ayao from Taibai Sect, and two rogue cultivators of unknown origin.

"Master... could it be that you've really been afflicted by the Blood Corrosion Curse...?"

Gu Yiguan's decisive action completely deprived Wu Guihong of the opportunity to defend himself.

Before anyone could even show up, they trapped him in a minefield, and Ruan Ayao's perfectly timed flute music further isolated him from the outside world.

This left the real Wu Guihong with no way to seek justice.

Not to mention those around them, even the disciples of the Juque Sect were shaken.

But since they were from the same sect, the Juque Sect still wanted to offer their assistance.

The disciples of the Taibai Sect were not about to give them a chance.

They immediately stopped the people from watching the play.

Amidst the sound of the flute—

Gu Yiguan had been fighting Wu Guihong for a long time, and was about to kill him when a voice came from his divine sense:

"Senior Sister Gu, let me take your place; there's still one more scene to go!"

Gu Yiguan immediately unleashed several thunderbolts, causing dust to billow and obscure everyone's vision.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhu Wuyao summoned the Pinghe Cauldron and trapped the soul of the late-stage Golden Core cultivator inside it. In the same instant, Qianxiang underwent a change.

Her impersonation of Wu Guihong had acquired the aura of a spirit, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Even if a Nascent Soul stage cultivator were present, it would be difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake unless one was familiar with them.

The dust cleared.

The sound of the flute stopped.

Zhu Wuyao begins the final act—Wu Guihong's dying words:

"Heh! If you hadn't suddenly appeared out of nowhere, those villains from the Taibai Sect would have been slaughtered by me long ago in the name of the Blood Erosion Curse and offered up as sacrifices for advancing to the Nascent Soul stage!"

"I, Wu Guihong, refuse to accept this!"

"Hahahaha, even if I die, there are still others who will avenge me. The power of the Blood Corrosion Curse... you can't even begin to imagine!"

The imposter, Wu Guihong, was holding a sharp sword and about to commit suicide in public.

But then, another unexpected event occurred!

In the darkness of night, butterflies flutter about, their wings almost transparent, resembling glass.

When it flies, its tail trails a stream of light.

Surrounding "Wu Guihong" was a dreamlike scene, like scattered silver and gold dust. The veins on the butterfly's wings were clearly visible, like countless intertwined blood lines, seemingly pulsating with the heartbeat, like the breath of a quiet night.

Quiet yet eerie.

Ruan Ayao watched this scene unfold.

For some reason, it feels both familiar and strange, like recalling something from a dream, something you can never quite grasp.

It seems like it could disappear at any moment.

Gu Yiguan's expression changed drastically.

He immediately attacked with his halberd, but the thousands of butterfly shadows floating in the night sky vanished in an instant, leaving only starlight.

Along with Wu Guihong, no—Zhu Wuyao!

They all disappeared.

Gu Yiguan gripped her halberd tightly, her breath quickening. She turned to look at Ruan Ayao, pointing to the spot where Zhu Wuyao had vanished, seemingly suppressing her anger, and asked:

"Is this your plan?"

If Gu Yiguan had known their ultimate goal was to elicit this scene, he would never have offered his help.

Ruan Ayao was equally astonished and whispered:

"It wasn't a plan, it was an unexpected turn of events!"

What are these butterflies?

Gu Yiguan put away the halberd in his hand, took a deep breath, and adjusted his emotions. The anger he felt just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Wu Guihong was rescued in public by a powerful figure of unknown origin, bringing a perfect ending to tonight's drama.

Ruan Ayao heard Gu Yiguan say:

"This is what you call the Blood Erosion Curse."