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

The Queshan Clan.

A decade or so ago, the so-called Queshan clan was no different from any ordinary small sect.

Only one Nascent Soul cultivator, nearing the end of his life, is stationed here to continue the clan's destiny. The surrounding sects are eyeing him covetously, all waiting for the Nascent Soul cultivator to die so they can divide up the Queshan clan.

But I don't know when it started—

A myriad of illusions rose up around them, with thick fog billowing, making it impossible for outsiders to discern north from south when they stepped into the mist.

After wandering around, we arrived at the edge of the mountains again.

From then on, he lived a life of seclusion, cultivating his own land and being self-sufficient. He had little contact with people outside the mountains and could no longer glean information about the situation within his clan.

This did not deter the surrounding sects from their ambitions.

Just as they were getting ready to attack, a Nascent Soul cultivator passed by, and this person was also unreasonable.

Some cultivators in the surrounding area were instigated to try and seize the mountain and the spiritual veins to build their own cave dwellings, but they were repelled by the Queshan Clan.

The surrounding sects were all astonished and suspicious.

It is believed that the Queshan clan has produced another Nascent Soul stage cultivator capable of leading the clan, which will extend their lifespan for many more years.

Fortunately, Rong Zhao and Hu Sanlang of Huandie Mountain had planned to come here many years ago.

Otherwise, for ordinary people, just getting to the mountain gate is a major hurdle.

Mountains and rivers intertwine.

Zhu Wuyao took a step forward, and the view suddenly opened up before him. The majestic mountain gate appeared abruptly, as if it had risen from the ground. The stone pillars were towering, and vines and creepers were hanging down. It was just a small sect in the mountains, but it had a certain reclusive air about it.

Now that I know where my old friend is, how can I wait even one more day?

Zhu Wu asked Qi Suowei to help stop any potential disturbances here, so that the Qingyun Sect and Juque Sect would not interfere.

Before Gu Yiguan could return, Zhu Wuyao arrived here under the cover of night.

This was not a reckless act, but rather because she knew that the power of the Queshan clan lay entirely in the word "fate".

Since it is a place of chaotic destiny, it is the domain of divination practitioners, where they can thrive.

Zhu Wuyao stared at the mountain gate, using the "Endless Appearance" to see through all the variables. After a moment, he shifted his gaze and looked directly at the mountain gate, his eyes seemingly filled with suppressed anger.

"Master Wuyan has come to pay his respects!"

The fog began to swirl before my eyes, resembling a flowing river under the thick curtain of night.

A short while later, a reply came from inside the mountain gate:

"The Queshan clan has no relationship with you, so please excuse us. We hope you will turn back, Master Wuyan."

Looking back...

Zhu Wuyao lowered her head and sneered, the Queshan clan had taken her friend's fate.

One person is destined to live and then return to sleep.

The other party was someone who should have been erased and whose life was preserved through borrowing.

This achieves a balance.

Even in his deep sleep, Ji Yuezhang retains the instincts he had when he was awake, wanting to change his fate, alter his destiny, and protect the peace of those around him.

Her own destiny was already in chaos, and any cultivator who came close to her and formed a karmic bond with her would be "snatched" from her destiny by Ji Yuezhang unconsciously.

When the Queshan clan realized this—

In order to ensure its own longevity, it could only keep Ji Yuezhang in a state of perpetual slumber, thereby stealing its own destiny.

Otherwise, when Ji Yuezhang wakes up, what was stolen will eventually be returned.

"In the ice coffin, the deceased rests in eternal sleep."

"Gentlemen... do you really not know?"

“You’ve lived for her for so long, now it’s time you lived enough.”

As soon as he said this, the slowly flowing mist seemed to freeze for a moment, then began to boil violently. Sensing the surge of spiritual energy around him, Zhu Wuyao slowly raised his eyebrows, and the bladeless sword in his hand materialized.

An overwhelming pressure descended upon him.

It is that Nascent Soul stage cultivator whose lifespan should have ended, yet who has survived to this day.

With a furious shout, Zhu Wuyao's ears rang:

"Ignorant brat, stop talking nonsense!"

"Since we have embarked on the path of immortality, we have come to defy fate and change our destiny. Since the heavens and earth have opened a ray of hope, allowing us to survive until now, that is the opportunity for my Queshan clan. Why not!"

"I advise you, young friend, to return to where you came from. If you take another step forward, I will crush you to pieces!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao smiled.

This person makes sense.

If an opportunity were presented to them, everyone would naturally compete for it. Even she might not be willing to give it up so easily. The actions of the Queshan Clan are not unreasonable in the cultivation world.

But since it's an "opportunity," why shouldn't she fight for it?

Therefore, Zhu Wuyao was not laughing at the absurdity of this statement.

Instead, the Xiaoqueshan clan has trapped itself in its own web of intrigue, and now it's just bluffing!

Even those skilled in divination dare not easily provoke the concept of cause and effect.

The Queshan clan probably never imagined that the life they stole would eventually trap them, so they drew a circle around themselves and imprisoned themselves.

Zhu Wuyao ignored the Nascent Soul cultivator's threat.

She stood outside the gate of the Queshan clan and unleashed a sword strike—a strike capable of breaking through countless obstacles. This required the swordsman to be fearless and daring to gamble with the heavens.

The oppressive aura descending upon him was shattered by a single sword strike.

The mountain gate split open.

With that shout of "You dare!", he collapsed in front of him with a thunderous crash.

The members of the Queshan clan filed out, facing the collapsed mountain gate with their weapons drawn. Their gazes toward Zhu Wuyao were filled with vigilance and hatred, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

To these people, Zhu Wuyao was a villain who had disrupted their peaceful lives.

The two sides are locked in a standoff.

Zhu Wuyao stepped forward, meeting everyone's gaze.

She looked up at the void, at the Nascent Soul stage cultivator hiding behind the curtain.

"You won't make a move."

"You can't attack people outside the sect."

"From the day she stole her life, all those in the Queshan clan who borrowed her destiny to cultivate were trapped in place and could only move around her."

"Those who exceed the limits will have their cultivation and lifespan restored to their proper positions."

The thing that Zhu Wuyao couldn't understand the most about this matter was—

Why are all the lion dance troupes made up of ordinary people?

From Nanli City to the Queshan Clan in the far south, the journey is long and arduous, with evil cultivators, demonic beasts, bandits, and villains all lurking along the way, as they must transport the river water that Ji Yuezhang once suppressed.

But whether it was Sister Mu, or Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang, they were all just ordinary people.

There wasn't a single cultivator accompanying the lion dance troupe.

This is not because the Queshan clan did not want to.

Instead, cultivating alongside Ji Yuezhang has a miraculous effect similar to the "Sky-Gazing Technique," allowing one to find loopholes in the universe and accelerate the growth of spiritual power.

All cultivators borrow the strange fate of "those with chaotic destinies" to cultivate.

Until they discovered that they could no longer stray too far from the ice coffin.

Therefore, within the Queshan clan, there are many cultivators, but only mortals who have not formed a karmic bond with Ji Yuezhang are capable of traveling far.

The Queshan clan was very powerful.

However, it was also extremely weak.

When enemies invade the mountain gate and enter the area affected by the Queshan Clan or the Ice Coffin, the Queshan Clan is extremely powerful, with countless cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators in charge.

Once outside Ji Yuezhang's "domain", the Queshan Clan is no match for him.

Having figured this out, Zhu Wuyao immediately understood many of his previous questions.

Upon hearing this, the wariness in everyone's eyes almost materialized.

The Seven Star War Drums sound.

The muffled thunder, like lightning seen through the clouds, stirred everyone's nerves. Zhu Wuyao heard the Nascent Soul cultivator say:

Kill her!

"If this matter gets out, my Queshan clan will face annihilation in an instant!"