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

All these factors combined—a result of skill and luck—make it absolutely unrepeatable, but it has allowed the name "Fallen Leaves Invite Autumn" to spread far and wide once again.

Song Kezi was afraid that Zhu Wuyao might do something rash.

I'm also afraid she'll come to her senses.

She could create some dramatic, tragic, and pitiful spectacle, and single-handedly attempt to challenge the Juque Sect and pursue justice in her heart.

Song Kezi didn't want to appear in such a story at all.

It was far too dangerous. He feared that he would fail to attain the "supporting role" status and instead become an unknown victim, A, B, C, or D.

"Zhu Wuyao, let's find another way... For example, let's go to a scenic small town, where I can use my divine skills to unleash my power and curse the Juque Sect eight hundred times a day!"

"The Juque Sect has fallen apart, all the spirit stones in the Juque Sect's treasury have been stolen... The Juque Sect's leader suddenly felt ashamed of his actions and committed suicide, and a bunch of rabbits suddenly appeared around the Juque Sect and began to gnaw on the sect's protective town..."

Zhu Wuyao certainly wasn't going to challenge the Juque Sect one-on-one.

But as she listened to Song Kezi's incoherent ramblings and his cursing of the Juque Sect, she suddenly raised an eyebrow and said in her divine consciousness:

"Let's see what Zhang Zhihan is doing."

Lingbi quickly brought up the real-time monitoring. Zhang Zhihan looked like a princess in a fairy tale, surrounded by all sorts of small animals. The scene looked a bit... uh, weird.

The evil bats, moles, and weasels huddled together.

Zhu Wuyao recognized that this was a small mammal habitat.

Zhang Zhihan bent down and shook hands with them in a friendly manner, his expression kind and gentle.

Zhu Wuyao remained silent after seeing this.

In an inconspicuous corner, the little white rabbit had blood-red eyes and a slightly moving three-lobed mouth. Among all the animals, it looked so small and cute.

But Zhang Zhihan didn't neglect it; he lifted its paw and shook it up and down, encouraging it:

"you are great too."

The rabbit looked at him with its bright red eyes, its ears twitching slightly, and its teeth grinding together. It seemed exceptionally docile, yet also somewhat eerie.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Wuyao fell completely silent.

Song Kezi's heart skipped a beat. He noticed her hesitant expression, as if she wanted to curse but was desperately trying to convince herself. So, he started racking his brains, trying to figure out where she had gone wrong.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

How could he assume Zhu Wuyao's stance?

What if Zhu Wuyao's temperament changes drastically, and he wants to take revenge on everyone, thus siding with the Juque Sect?

"On the other hand, the Juque Sect's ten thousand centipedes, though dead, do not fall down—ah!"

Song Kezi was slapped and rolled off his horse, tumbling several times on the grass before lying flat on his back, looking up at the blue sky. A gentle breeze stirred the grass blades.

He took out a blanket, rested his healed arm behind his head, suddenly squinted his eyes, and sighed happily:

"If only a sudden downpour could strike right now and kill everyone..."

next moment.

Dark clouds churned on the horizon, and in an instant, half the sky darkened. Song Kezi, clutching his blanket, leaped to his feet, gesturing wildly as he exclaimed:

"Ahhh! It's raining! It's raining! Zhu Wuyao, let's run! Let's find shelter from the rain!"

Zhu Wuyao watched him frolic on the grass, then looked up at the horizon where spring thunder rumbled. Perhaps this year would bring a good harvest, but unfortunately, in this chaotic world, there was no way to rest and recuperate.

She rode forward unhurriedly and continued speaking to Lingbi:

"Look what Gu Yiguan is doing."

The scene shifted within my consciousness.

In the Enlightenment Hall of the Star-Picking Tower, overwhelmed by paperwork, Gu Yiguan frowned, seemingly troubled by something. A short while later, Tang Xin entered, and Zhu Wuyao overheard Gu Yiguan asking:

"How many times has this happened, with tasks assigned to you going wrong?"

"Senior sister... the formation was flawless last night..."

"Let's go down the mountain."

Tang Xin looked up in surprise, and Gu Yiguan continued:

"After all these years, you still haven't learned how to protect yourself within the sect. As a direct disciple, why are you so hesitant in your actions?"

"Although it's not peaceful down the mountain, it's still better than wasting away the years in the sect."

……

It seems that Gu Yiguan knows in her heart that Tang Xin is innocent. However, she can't spend every day revolving around a junior sister, investigating cases and distinguishing right from wrong for her.

Zhu Wuyao's gaze fell on Gao Lei's calf.

Seeing that Gu Yiguan was working hard every day and that his life wasn't easy, she felt relieved.

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A few days later, Zhu Wuyao and Song Kezi arrived in Nanli City.

Not far from the city gate, Song Kezi was clearly hesitant, dawdling and slowing down, not wanting to go in.

Fortunately, Zhu Wuyao did not urge him.

She even rode along with him slowly, not seeming to be in a hurry.

This is no good place. Since the incident in Licheng, the main city has been more heavily guarded, and the Juque cultivators are carefully scrutinizing all the cultivators coming and going.

Furthermore, there are experts in charge.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator like Zhu Wuyao might not be able to hide his whereabouts if he went in, and if he were to make a move, he would likely never return.

Moreover, the Juque Sect is going mad and is secretly searching for Zhu Wuyao's whereabouts. Song Kezi is afraid of being implicated by the wanted criminal beside him.

Or perhaps, Zhu Wuyao, unable to defeat the Juque Sect alone, would take his own life with him before dying in defeat...

Therefore, he was extremely reluctant to enter the city, fearing that he might enter but not leave alive.

Furthermore, he simply couldn't understand why Zhu Wuyao had come to Nanli City.

But what Song Kezi didn't expect was—

Zhu Wuyao paused outside Nanli City, gazing silently for a long time, and then returned, seemingly with no intention of entering the city.

It seems as if they've traveled a great distance to this place, just to catch a glimpse of Nanli City from afar.

"Let's go."

Zhu Wuyao turned back to mount his horse and said to Song Kezi.

Having said that, he turned his horse around and rode in the opposite direction. Song Kezi was completely baffled, wondering what Zhu Wuyao was thinking. So he spurred his horse forward a few steps to ride alongside Zhu Wuyao and mocked him:

"Hey! So you can be scared after all!"

Zhu Wuyao was certainly afraid, but he wasn't afraid of the Juque Sect cultivators in Nanli City.

The voice of the spirit pen rang in my consciousness:

"Just stand outside the city gate and glance at it with endless longing?"

"Yes, seeing that she can leave the city safely is enough."

"She might be waiting for you."

Zhu Wuyao remained silent and did not reply to that sentence.

They continued forward for a long time until the city gate was no longer visible, and Nan Li was far behind them, already far beyond the range of cultivators' divine sense.

Song Kezi breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting away from the trouble.

Just then, Zhu Wuyao suddenly pulled the reins to a stop.

She took out the Pinghe Cauldron and, without Song Kezi's knowledge, put him into the cauldron. Then she turned her horse around again and headed south towards the city.

Qianxiang altered her appearance, Zhu Wuyao concealed her cultivation level, took out the pass she had prepared beforehand but was unsure if it would be useful, handed it to the guard at the city gate, took a deep breath, and walked into Nanli City.

This is a familiar place I haven't been to for many years.