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

Over the past two or three years, Fu Yu has collected a lot of rumors about the secret realm.

However, choosing to explore this world through dreams is a possible approach offered by the Qingyun Sect. The Qingyun Sect has conducted in-depth investigations of the secret realm and naturally knows more about it than other cultivators who have mistakenly entered it.

Initially, Fu Yu did not prioritize this approach.

But in the past two or three years, she has heard this rumor—

It is said that a half-baked cultivator entered the secret realm and before he could do anything, he was discovered by the White Bone Killing God, who slapped him off a cliff, and the cultivator fell into a coma.

While losing consciousness, the monk seemed to have seen the true "divine realm".

They talk about towering skyscrapers, sturdy iron railings, flames burning in the ice, and a city that never sleeps...

The things mentioned were unheard of, and it was unknown how many cultivators it would take to build a town of this scale. Moreover, it was unknown how many cultivators would have to work day and night to maintain the various wonders within the city.

It is astonishing that one person could create such a wonder in a secret realm.

Furthermore, since the cultivator seemed to have only glanced at him briefly and spoke vaguely, no one took his words seriously, assuming that the unconscious cultivator had truly lost his mind.

But Fu Yu took it to heart.

The dreamcatcher hangs three inches above the head, its feathers gently floating as spiritual energy flows, slow and gentle.

Fu Yu fell into a dream.

However, she never saw the legendary "Divine Realm".

What she saw more often was the scene within the Qingyun Sect; many things were so familiar that Fu Yu even began to have doubts—

Is this an eternally floating illusion in this world, or is it her dream?

She not only saw Qingyun Sect, but also Pinglan Mountain.

All the fragmented memories are interwoven together, and in the same scene, different stories seem to be unfolding.

Fu Yu judged that this should be her memory, which resonated with some scattered memories here, so what she saw more of was familiar content.

"Junior Sister Fu, how can you be so unambitious?"

"Although I'm here now, if your senior brother were to unfortunately perish one day, our Pinglan Mountain would be counting on you!"

"Does our master have to get old and have to go through the trouble of taking on several new disciples?"

"If you slack off now, what will you do later..."

"..."

A few fragmented words drifted into my ears.

Hearing the incessant chatter in her ears, Fu Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

You've come to the right place.

It seems it's not too late; everything is still possible.

The memory flashed before his eyes, then shifted again, seemingly showing the residence of a Qingyun Sect disciple. The owner of this memory was sitting on the threshold, carefully taking out a... meat pie? from a box covered with talismans.

Fu Yu was somewhat dazed.

The scene before her seemed to exceed her imagination in its extravagance and debauchery.

Although it was just a meat pie.

Fragments of memory flashed by, most of them fragmented and meaningless, and they weren't just human memories, but also memories of other plants, trees, rocks, and mountains.

It was incredibly noisy.

Fu Yu recalled the scene just now, discerning the view beyond the threshold, a slight stirring in her heart—

May your courtyard be blessed with boundless joy!

One of the first things she discovered was that Zhu Wuji was actually her cousin Zhu Wuyao in disguise.

Thinking about this, Fu Yu's emotions were quite complicated.

She recalled the hidden killing intent she had sensed from Zhu Wuyao, and all the actions within the Qingyun Sect, which indicated that this person surpassed Zhu Wuji in both swordsmanship talent and temperament.

Logically speaking, Elder Liao should have truly accepted Zhu Wuyao as his disciple.

But life is full of detours.

Whether it was Elder Liao, Han Ge, or her, the disciple and junior brother they initially recognized were all Zhu Wuji.

She wondered if Elder Liao might feel a moment of regret, regretting that it wasn't Zhu Wuyao who became his disciple, but rather Zhu Wuji.

After all, when Master looked at Zhu Wuji before leaving for the secret realm, his eyes shone brightly.

Fu Yu had asked Elder Liao about this in a veiled way.

Of course, given Elder Liao's emotional intelligence, this so-called "subtlety" was almost no different from an explicit statement.

Elder Liao paused for a moment, then said:

"If I could take on a disciple like that, I would certainly be happy, but it's not reasonable to exchange him for one of my less capable disciples."

Fu Yu asked at the time, "If she hadn't died, and I had met her, what should my attitude have been?"

Elder Liao gave her a strange look and said:

"Of course you should run! You can't beat her anyway!"

"Her sword intent conceals killing intent; she is skilled at slaying evil and protecting good, skilled at stirring up trouble and stopping war. She is completely different from you and may not be an easy opponent."

When Elder Liao said these words, it was just like when an adult was threatening a child and deliberately made his words sound serious.

It seemed like they were worried that Fu Yu might do something rash or want to avenge her fellow disciples.

But in reality, Fu Yu is very open-minded.

Now that she is here and has come into contact with Zhu Wuyao's chaotic consciousness, she is more wary than eager to fight.

Because she's not stupid.

To achieve such a near-mutual destruction with Elder Qian and many Qingyun Sect cultivators, and to still have fragments of his memory left to this day, is not something to be underestimated.

All she wanted was to save Han Ge and the others.

But I never thought of taking the opportunity to do anything to Zhu Wuyao.

Fu Yu refocused her attention on the memory fragments before her, attempting to distinguish and reassemble the memories of different people.

But the "Connect the Dots" game is not easy.

This will severely test Fu Yu's understanding of everyone.

In fact, Fu Yu didn't care much about other people's trivial matters. Even when she came to save Han Ge, it wasn't so much out of brotherly affection, but more to restore the atmosphere of Pinglan Mountain to what it used to be, and to prevent Elder Liao from courting death.

Fu Yu thought of connecting and combining the fragmented memories, but she was a little stunned and stumped at this step.

In the following numerous memory fragments of eating, who was holding the chopsticks?

A. Han Ge

B. Wishing you no invitation

C. Elder Qian

D. Ning Zhiqi

E.……

Question: What kind of elixir does the person holding chopsticks like to eat? Which of the following memory fragments of swallowing an elixir belongs to this person?

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In the world of cultivation, there are different pills, talismans, formations, sword techniques... and similar crises, with little difference in rewards. For someone who is oblivious to what is happening outside their window, it is too difficult to make a judgment.

Although she was perceptive enough, it was a keen sense of crisis and a sharp intuition. Given enough time, Fu Yu would certainly be able to categorize these memory fragments one by one using her keen observation skills.

The problem is that this dream state cannot be maintained for long.

There is also a skeletal killer lurking in the shadows outside.

The rumored "senior" might throw her out at any time.

Fragments of memory rush by, hundreds or thousands in an instant.

Fu Yu tried her best to distinguish, first looking for Han Ge, who was the most familiar to her, but the memory fragments from the first-person perspective largely erased the thematic features.

Just then, she suddenly saw a strange metal box with a person inside, whizzing past on the road.