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

With the story submission settled, we returned to the inn.

Zhu Wuyao did have a draft, but some of the later plot points were inappropriate and needed to be rewritten, so he didn't mention it on Mohen Bookstore.

With that thought in mind, she soaked all the manuscript papers on the table into the sink and destroyed them.

According to the original outline, the immortal venerable was willing to take a person whose spiritual roots were completely destroyed as a disciple for ulterior motives, and the protagonist's master was also the biggest villain in the whole story.

If Zhu Wuyao intends to join the immortal sect, then such classic tropes and storylines cannot be used in storybooks.

This story has traces of her own experiences. If she had written the protagonist's master as a villain, and his true identity was revealed, which noble immortal would be willing to let her become his disciple?

How will she learn to fly on a sword?

In order to take a trip to the heavens, Zhu Wuyao plans to revise the outline overnight.

She laid out the paper and wrote two small characters in the upper right corner in a flowing style: "Speechless".

This is the pen name that Zhu Wuyao chose for himself.

When Manager Li saw this pen name, he repeatedly praised it as wonderful, saying that as a storyteller, her pen name frankly admitted that she had "nothing to say," which showed a unique kind of stubbornness.

Zhu Wuyao was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: Yes, that's what I think too.

In reality... in my past life there was a great writer whose name was similar to "speechless".

His name is Mo Yan.

Zhu Wuyao also adopted a similar name, hoping to get closer to the literary seniors in this way.

Unfortunately, he was in another world, and his teacher, Mo Yan, could not receive his own desire to learn.

In her previous life, she was wronged but never defended herself in order to raise money for her sister's medical expenses. She didn't care about all the infamy and being condemned by everyone, as long as she could make money.

But after learning the truth, her younger sister, not wanting to tarnish her reputation, jumped from a high-rise building. In a daze, she got into a car accident, which is how she was transported to another world.

In the end, compromising and yielding only leads to nothing.

Now that there are new sights to see in this lifetime, I should go and see them.

I'll earn some money first to settle down, then try to find a connection with the immortals. I hope to live a more enlightened and carefree life in this lifetime.

Zhu Wuyao doesn't intend to write a long novel; the collection is more suitable for short stories. It would be best if the story could be concluded in the current issue. If he wants to pad the word count to earn more royalties, he shouldn't drag it out for too long.

Perhaps if you forget to buy it too many times, you'll miss too much of the story and dampen your enthusiasm for reading it.

After putting down his pen, Zhu Wuyao admired his work for a while as usual, then took Luo Bo out of the Longevity Inn, intending to find a clinic to check on his health.

Although I've been able to move around freely these past few days and no longer feel as heavy as I did when I first transmigrated, seeing a doctor always puts my mind at ease.

As the evening breeze grew cool, Zhu Wuyao donned her only robe. The breeze gently caressed her hair, causing her robe to flutter. She rode her radish across the small bridge and caught sight of the clinic's sign in the distance.

She called out "Giddy up!" but Radish didn't understand and continued walking slowly.

Sigh, I'll have to get a white horse sooner or later.

No, I'll have to learn to fly on a sword sooner or later!

One should have lofty aspirations.

The doctor at the clinic was an old woman who seemed to have poor eyesight. After taking her pulse, the old woman squinted and began flipping through a medical book, which made Zhu Wuyao's heart skip a beat.

"Grandma, am I going to die?"

The old woman stopped turning the pages of her book, gave her a long, wistful look, and said, "Why didn't you come sooner?"

“I didn’t have any money before, Mother-in-law, please try again, I don’t want to give up on treatment.”

"Hmph! You only come here after you've fully recovered. How am I supposed to make any money?"

"Then why are you flipping through a book?"

"Because I love reading."

Zhu Wuyao was taken aback for a moment, but not wanting to miss any opportunity to promote his storybooks, he seized the opportunity and asked, "Do you know about 'Canglang Anthology'?"

"The next issue will feature a story I wrote, so don't miss it."

The old woman neither agreed nor disagreed, staring at the page in front of her for a long time before looking up at Zhu Wuyao and slowly asking:

"Are you planning to join a sect to cultivate immortality?"

Zhu Wuyao scratched his head, unsure how the topic had veered off course, but nodded nonetheless.

The old woman at the clinic sneered, "I advise you to give up that idea."

Hearing this, Zhu Wuyao was somewhat annoyed, feeling that her mother-in-law was looking down on her for no reason, but then she suddenly realized something—

"Is it poison in my body?"

But the old woman stopped answering. Zhu Wuyao, not believing in such superstitions, sat there and refused to leave.

The two stared at each other for a while, then the old woman at the clinic looked away and went back to flipping through her medical books.

Zhu Wuyao choked on his breath and almost couldn't catch his breath.

Helpless, she placed ten coins on the table according to the price she remembered, planning to come back and ask again when she had time.

Seeing that Zhu Wuyao was giving money, the old woman finally looked up and said, "Twenty coins."

"Everyone else charges ten coins, why are you asking for twenty?"

"Because I have excellent medical skills."

Zhu Wuyao took a deep breath and reluctantly took out ten copper coins.

As she walked out of the clinic, she glanced at the small room.

The windows were covered with wooden planks to block the wind, no wonder the room was so gloomy. Although the old woman didn't look like a good person, she seemed to have some real skills.

They can even tell the difference between things related to cultivating immortality.

This Beixuan City is no ordinary place.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a town under the jurisdiction of Zhaixinglou.

Just as he was pondering this, the radish stopped moving again. Zhu Wuyao looked up and saw that it was actually an apple tree.

Radish chewed on the tender grass at the base of someone else's fence, while Zhu Wuyao gazed at the apples above his head.

Looking at the tightly closed wooden gate, and then at the apple tree whose canopy had spread out of the yard, Zhu Wuyao felt that this was perhaps a gift from nature.

She was walking along the road when suddenly an apple tree appeared, and she was able to reach it perfectly. It was quite a coincidence, really.

Zhu Wuyao didn't take too much; he picked three apples and put them in his pocket, then took out charcoal sticks and paper.

I originally intended to use these documents to write IOUs because I was worried about the high medical expenses, but I never expected to need them now.

She wrote a line of large characters:

[Borrow three apples, and I'll return them someday! — A comment from "Speechless"]

He folded the Xuan paper into a paper airplane, with the words all facing outwards, so that anyone who looked at it would notice it. Zhu Wuyao flew it into the yard, took a step, and mounted the mule.

"Radish, let's go!"

-

Yun Qing and her group searched for Zhu Wuyao for three days, but could not find any trace of him.

Just as he hesitated about whether to continue, his junior sister Wu Ya suddenly exclaimed:

"Senior brother, the spirit-seeking rat sensed her presence. She's in the north! How could it sense her again..."

The North… Three words immediately came to Yun Qing’s mind – Zhaixing Tower.

"It's probably because they weren't wearing any magical artifacts or talismans to conceal their aura, or perhaps they left too many traces."

"It's not time for the Star-Picking Pavilion to recruit disciples yet, so she must be in Beixuan City. We need to hurry."

"Once you arrive in Beixuan City, remember to act with caution."

"Yes! Senior brother!"

The Star-Picking Tower is a place where people practice the art of divination.

It is said that the most skilled diviners can not only predict good fortune and misfortune, but also divine the destiny of heaven and earth.

Even in the most desperate situations, a glimmer of hope can be found.

In Beixuan City, there are not only merchants and ordinary people living together, but also countless powerful predecessors who live in seclusion within the city.

Many people have endured years of hardship in Beixuan City in order to obtain a divination from the Star-Picking Tower, whether for the opportunity to break through their cultivation realm, to find the location of magical treasures and elixirs, or to find and save someone.

Although they wouldn't run rampant in Beixuan City, they wouldn't tolerate being provoked.

Therefore, one should not be too timid in Beixuan City, nor should one act recklessly just because one is a cultivator.