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

Wu Cang and Wu Yuzi led the way.

The crowd had only been so eager to surround Qingzhai Bookstore out of consideration for Wuyu, and now, seeing how diligently the two men were leading the way, they trusted them even more.

Accompanied by the sounds of gongs and drums, the journey was quite lively.

"I never imagined that I would live to see the true face of Wuyu!"

"If I could receive a handwritten message from Wu Yu, I would definitely frame it and hang it in a prominent place."

"Haha, my friend didn't believe it and actually went to Ink Trace Bookstore today, missing the chance to visit Senior Wuyu. I really feel sorry for her!"

"Don't say it, really don't say it, the thought of Wuyu actually settling down at Qingzhai Bookstore makes me feel... Qingzhai Bookstore has become more elegant."

"..."

Wuyuzi has always enjoyed the feeling of being fawned over by everyone.

Now, surrounded by them, I felt incredibly honored, even inwardly scoffing:

"What 'speechless'? What a fool! He has fame but doesn't come out to enjoy it; in the end, it's all benefiting me!"

"Hahahaha, after today, that truly speechless person who doesn't love to enjoy life will never have the chance to do so again! I, Wuyuzi, will gladly accept this overwhelming praise and the boxes of silver rewards!"

He was secretly pleased, but outwardly he had to feign humility and said:

"My master does not care for empty fame. Please do not offend him at that time."

I only mentioned this beforehand because I was afraid of being speechless about something fake, and that the more I said, the more mistakes I would make.

"Forget it, forget it! We ordinary people are already fortunate to be able to see silence, so why would we say anything that might displease our seniors?"

Everyone was extremely excited throughout the journey.

When mentioning Mohen Bookstore again, his tone was unmistakably sarcastic:

"Tonight I will pick up my pen and write a manuscript to discuss whether it is benevolent to force talented people to stop writing after weighing all the factors! I want to see if Ink Trace Bookstore has the face to publish this manuscript when it is submitted to the Wan Juan Book Review section!"

"it is good!"

"I will also be writing an article tonight, reading through thousands of book reviews, and wondering if I can remain a rational and objective observer when faced with matters that involve me!"

Sun Niangzi, who was walking alongside Wu Cang and the others in front, suddenly woke up.

This whole mess was purely because he was angered by Li Fuwei, and coupled with Wu Yu's comeback, his youthful impetuosity was stirred up.

But she had experienced ups and downs in the business world.

When things are hot and vibrant, one instinctively calms down, like an ice cube placed on a stove, sizzling and steaming.

She recalled the countless underhanded and dirty tricks in the business world.

When compared to Qingzhai Bookstore, their practices are surprisingly similar.

broken.

As Qingzhai Bookstore drew ever closer, amidst the sounds of gongs and drums, Madam Sun's mind raced, trying to figure out how to test the "Speechless" man so as not to distort the truth and become an accomplice to evil.

As Wuyuzi watched Qingzhai Bookstore draw closer, he said repeatedly:

"We're almost there! My teacher has been taking medication for many years and his energy is waning, so please don't be too eager when the time comes!"

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"Alright, almost there!"

Luo Budao activated his cultivation technique, which had already enveloped the banquet hall area.

But just then, Gu Lang suddenly perked up his ears and realized... that group of people were really coming this way!

"not good!

"It seems the people from Qingzhai Literature Collection have returned. Why aren't they here to keep order on such an important day?!"

"Stop your practice! Stop your practice! Luo Budao, hurry, hurry, we have to get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Budao's veins throbbed with anxiety, and he suppressed his anger, growling softly:

Are you kidding me?

"I just said there was someone, but you insist that someone is marrying into the family!"

"I've already activated my technique, and now I can't stop it; it'll backfire! If I end it now, the commotion might be even bigger..."

Gu Lang started spinning around.

He couldn't help but think... A moment later, the crowd burst through the door and saw the owner of Mohen Bookstore, accompanied by a cultivator, sneaking around in the backyard of Qingzhai Bookstore, doing something suspicious, plotting something...

"what!

"No, no, I, Gu Lang, absolutely cannot appear here at a time like this!"

"Luo Budao, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"If someone breaks down the door, it's not that I'm being unethical. You're here, so you still have a chance to explain yourself. But I'm the owner of the rival Qingzhai Bookstore. If I stay here, I won't be able to explain myself!"

Luo Budao felt like he was going to vomit blood.

"Stop nagging! I'm speeding up!"

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Wuyuzi pushed open the courtyard gate and led everyone into the backyard.

Although the backyard was originally intended for entertaining guests, it wasn't very big. With so many people standing in, it was immediately packed.

He said, "Please wait in the banquet hall for a moment, and I will go and invite my master out to meet you all."

As he spoke, he stepped forward to push open the door to the banquet hall.

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"Are you done yet?!"

Gu Lang lowered his voice as he listened to everyone enter the backyard.

He had already used a magical artifact to temporarily conceal his form, but this cloak only worked when there was no spiritual energy fluctuation.

Therefore, he has now hidden himself away.

Luo Budao was still brazenly exposed!

If all else fails... he'll have to sacrifice the pawn to save the king... It's not that Gu Lang isn't loyal... it's just that this isn't the right time, the right place, and he's not the right person to be here; his presence would be very inappropriate...

Upon hearing Gu Lang's question, Luo Budao was extremely anxious and didn't even have time to reply.

"Please wait in the banquet hall for a moment..."

Listening to the sounds outside the door... accompanied by the sound of the door being pushed open...

"Quick! That's enough! Give me a hand!"

As the door opened, Luo Budao spoke quickly.

The next instant, Gu Lang pulled him over and stuffed him into the cloak. As they pulled, something seemed to fall out, and Luo Budao instinctively said:

"Wooden sign... Ugh!"

"Shh-"

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Wu Yuzi pushed open the door without any warning.

White light.

A dazzling white light.

Almost blinding his clouded eyes, in a daze, Wuyuzi seemed to witness a miracle. In that instant, Wuyuzi and Wu Cang immediately realized—

Something amazing is happening.

Everyone witnessed the dazzling light.

They quickly came forward.

In addition to Wu Yuzi and Wu Cang outside the door, two hazy, illusory figures appeared inside the banquet hall, also Wu Yuzi and Wu Cang.

The phantom image is changing.

The crowd shoved and tumbled into the banquet hall.

A crystal-clear sound came to my ears—

"Those book lovers are nothing but a mob; they have no idea what is right and wrong."

"We'll find someone to impersonate Wuyu... Even if Mohen Bookstore gets the real Wuyu to step forward, Qingzhai Bookstore can make her look fake!"

The illusory image of Wu Cang seemed slightly drunk.

The speechless, illusory figure standing opposite him wore a fawning and obsequious expression, completely devoid of his former scholarly demeanor.

As the words fell, an eerie silence descended upon the banquet hall.

Even those who were trying to squeeze in were stunned into place after hearing those words.

Wu Yuzi and Wu Cang turned pale and rushed into the phantom, trying to disperse it.

"Fake! These are all fake!"