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

In an instant, everyone turned their gaze to "Wu Guihong," especially Elder Liao, who was filled with envy.

He felt a secret regret.

I didn't realize when this cultivator appeared.

Surprisingly, Wu Guihong struck up a conversation with her first!

It should be noted that this is not an ordinary demon soul, but rather something akin to a "mountain-binding spirit".

This is something that only those with great cultivation can do.

This illusory butterfly has lost all its consciousness. What it left behind should have been pure demonic power, but because it had returned to the mountain and condensed its true spirit before its death.

At this point, it had already separated from its demonic form.

It is closer to the spirit of the mountain.

In other words, this is an all-powerful spiritual energy.

It can be used as a spirit stone for cultivators to absorb; it can be used to refine souls into weapons without harming the natural order; it can also be used in formations to transform caves into treasure lands.

But Zhu Wuyao didn't know.

In her eyes, this looked like evidence of Gu Yiguan's crimes!

If it falls into the hands of someone else, it might cause another conflict. Immediately, a tightness gripped his heart, and he blurted out:

"want!"

Elder Liao almost blurted out:

"You shameless bastard!"

He hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself, thinking to himself:

Just as rumored, Wu Guihong is cunning, shameless and treacherous!

Even those from the Giant Sword Sect exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes conveying a clear message—Was Master Wu... freed from the Blood Erosion Curse's control?

Although Elder Liao was envious, he had no desire to compete for it.

But jealousy is always present!

He secretly hoped that this powerful cultivator would regret it in the end.

Even if she keeps it for herself, she shouldn't give it to Wu Guihong!

However, things did not go as he wished.

Although such a thing is rare, her cultivation level has already reached its limit, so this item cannot provide her with any benefit. Furthermore, Qi Suowei has not collected any magical artifacts that require refining the soul.

Therefore, she picked up the butterfly by its wings, placed it in Zhu Wuyao's palm, and said:

"You'd better seal it up, or it will fly away and scatter again between heaven and earth."

Zhu Wuyao nodded quickly.

I thought of an object in my hand.

She took out the Pinghe Cauldron, intending to guide the Illusionary Butterfly into it for temporary storage, but Qi Suowei snatched the cauldron away. After examining it for a moment, he tossed it back to Zhu Wuyao and asked telepathically:

"Where did these things come from?"

Knowing the flaws in the cauldron, Zhu Wuyao immediately explained via telepathy:

"It was I who impersonated him and gave it to the cultivators under his command. That person committed evil deeds and was killed by me, which led to all the subsequent troubles."

"Hmm, it looks like a combination of the Juque School's Taoist techniques and that butterfly's Taoist techniques."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao's mind stirred slightly, and he suddenly realized something.

Just as she was leading the butterfly into the cauldron, Gu Yiguan invited her:

"Thank you for your help, Daoist Wuyan. The cultivators of our four sects are about to hold a banquet in Tongzhou to celebrate our victory. Would we be honored to have such a distinguished guest attend?"

Gu Yiguan had already guessed the man's true identity.

She knew a great deal about Zhu Wuyao's life from Sect Leader Fang; there was only one cultivator of that level.

It was among all living beings that Qi Suowei, the sword immortal who guarded the demon race for eight hundred years to prevent conflict between the two races, was found.

Therefore, these words were not an attempt to win someone over, unlike Elder Liao who immediately asked someone to stay at Qingyun Sect. It was merely a matter of courtesy.

As it happens, Qi Suowei also has some things he wants to tell Zhu Wuyao.

He nodded and said, "That works too."

Only then did the disciples of the Juque Sect gather around, calling Zhu Wuyao, this imposter, "Elder Wu" and "Master."

Getting away is easy.

Wu Guihong was originally a person who sought personal gain and avoided harm. Now that he was involved in the Blood Erosion Curse, and had also been controlled by the Butterfly Demon and betrayed the righteous path, not to mention that his cultivation level had "regressed to the early stage of the Golden Core realm" because of this incident.

After returning to the sect, there's no telling what kind of pressure and suppression they'll face.

They couldn't even keep the magical items they possessed.

They might even be taken advantage of by rivals vying for power, who could use "observation" as a pretext to launch a counter-attack, leaving them imprisoned and unable to leave.

In this situation, the real Wu Guihong would also choose to temporarily avoid the limelight and not return to the sect.

This is a perfectly reasonable approach.

At this moment, Zhu Wuyao's gaze kept falling on the Qingyun Sect and looking at a disciple behind Elder Liao.

Does this person seem to know the true identity of the Silent Taoist?

Moreover, it seems that he harbors ill will towards the Taoist Master Wuyan.

Is it possible to wish someone well...?

It seems they are from the same clan.

Zhu Wuyao already had a guess in his heart. The original owner's memories resurfaced, and the image in the memory gradually overlapped with Zhu Wuji's appearance.

He stole the original owner's things and even poisoned and murdered the original owner.

This isn't doing so well either.

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"Wake up!"

The banquet outside was not yet ready, and Zhu Wuyao was shaking Luo Budao.

As a refreshing spiritual energy surged into his meridians, Luo Budao slowly awoke and began to speak:

"Don't harm my master!"

Zhu Wuyao was overwhelmed with mixed feelings upon hearing this.

This little thing isn't very capable, but it's quite lucky. If I hadn't been there today, Luo Budao would have died seven or eight times over.

Knowing full well that he was not strong and had no backing, he still dared to get involved in the destruction of the sect.

Not only did he become a stepping stone for the challenge, but he also got entangled with the people of the Seven Illusions Sect and staged a deep master-disciple relationship. As a demon, he was already at risk of being easily wiped out, but Luo Budao was fine. He directly became the medium for the butterfly demon to present his past.

He seemed clever, but this is just too stupid.

In other words, if it weren't for his own sake, Luo Budao wouldn't have gotten involved in the Blood Erosion Curse.

Luo Budao looked around, clearly seeing Zhu Wuyao's appearance and the surrounding arrangement. His eyes reddened, and he already had a premonition. He still asked:

"How...how is my master? Did he escape?"

Seeing Luo Budao's bewildered look, Zhu Wuyao had an urge to continue coaxing him.

It seems that Luo Budao's identity as a disciple of the "Tongzhou Demonic Path" did indeed provide him with some protection during his years in Tongzhou.

In addition, it is timid and not prone to causing trouble.

That's how I've managed to survive until now.

But now, the evil Taoist priest of Tongzhou has reappeared and become involved in the Blood Erosion Curse, dying with a stigma.

If word gets out and people lose that "hero is gone" respect for him, it's uncertain whether they will continue to protect Luo Budao.

After subtly altering the words, "The sorcerer of Tongzhou is truly dead this time, and his reputation may be ruined as well. You'd better be more careful in the future," Zhu Wuyao told Luo Budao the truth.

Fortunately, the house was protected by a barrier.

It could make Luo Budao cry his heart out.

Zhu Wuyao had never seen anyone cry so pathetically and miserably in front of her. Feeling a mixture of pity and embarrassment, she reached out and patted Luo Budao on the back, offering words of comfort:

"It's just an empty shell. Rather than being controlled by evil spirits, it's better to burn it clean."

"No...no...he was still conscious. He hesitated when he stood in front of me...you don't know, he's a coward. When he stood in front of me, he almost dropped his whisk. He was afraid of dying..."

Just like back then, before he decided to face the enemy alone and protect Tongzhou, he almost lost his grip on the sword and hesitated for a long time about whether to run away.

Zhu Wuyao paused slightly in his act of stroking Luo Budao's hair, then his tone softened considerably as he said:

He deserves the title of "brave."