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

Seeing her distraught state from behind, Sect Leader Fang sighed softly and stepped forward to pat her on the shoulder.

"Go to the temple when you have time. If you see a small fish, you and that little girl may meet again."

"If not, then life ends..."

Zhu Wuyao suddenly raised his head, as if a glimmer of hope had been rekindled.

She turned to look at her mother-in-law behind her, with a hint of caution, as if afraid that a harsh tone would shatter this illusory scene:

"I saw a small fish... What does 'may we meet again someday' mean?"

Knowing she was anxious, the old lady didn't keep her in suspense and explained:

"Her arrival in Nanli City this time should have been a life-or-death situation, but unfortunately, the calamity came ahead of time, and now I can't see it clearly anymore."

His eldest disciple had examined the cause and effect of the Ji family's young lady's illness. This trip to Nanli was supposed to improve her condition, but now, the coldness is gone, but she is gone too!

It might be a good thing that we can't find them now...

Sect Leader Fang walked to the wall, picked up the black sword, and continued:

"This sword was supposed to be destroyed in this flood, but I retrieved it. You must keep it safe and not lose it again!"

Zhu Wuyao gripped the sword tightly, her fingertips turning white, and nodded forcefully.

It was as if what they were holding was not a blunt sword, but a sliver of hope that could allow them to escape their fate.

Looking up at the old woman in front of him, he could tell from her words about "forming a bond through a single move" that she was a senior from the Star-Picking Pavilion.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked:

"How are Brother Shen and Miss Ye?"

Sect Leader Fang sighed, and Zhu Wuyao's heart skipped a beat. The old woman in front of him slowly said:

"One continues to hide in its turtle shell, while the other continues to be hated by cats and dogs."

call……

Zhu Wuyao breathed a sigh of relief. She thanked him sincerely and kept the words "perhaps we will meet again" firmly in her heart.

After bidding farewell, she walked toward the temple of the Osmanthus Fairy.

I felt a mix of anxiety and uncertainty.

She walked slower and slower, hesitant to go in, terrified.

But just then, Zhu Wuyao suddenly heard a series of ghostly wails—

Waaaaah, I was only gone for a few days!!

"How did you become the Osmanthus Fairy?!"

"It's all my fault for coming back late, sob sob sob... Miss Ji, I'm so sorry!"

……

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Gu Lang.

She grabbed Gu Lang... Due to her low strength, Zhu Wuyao couldn't pull Gu Lang, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"You come down first."

Gu Lang's eyes were blurry with tears. He turned his head and saw Zhu Wuyao, so he hugged her tightly and continued to cry:

"Waaaah, I'm so glad you're alright, miss..."

"It's all my fault for coming home late!"

……

Zhu Wuyao sighed softly. She looked around, gently patted Gu Lang's head, and whispered:

"I know you're sad, but don't cry yet."

"She won't die, I just haven't found her yet."

Gu Lang hiccuped as he cried, then looked up at Zhu Wuyao, fearing that she had lost her mind from excessive grief, but a glimmer of hope still rose in his heart.

When Zhu Wuyao pulled him aside and finished reciting the prophecy of the senior from Zhaixinglou, Gu Lang wiped away his tears and nodded.

Then he ran out.

Zhu Wuyao didn't try to stop her again. She found a secluded corner and sat cross-legged.

He held the bladeless sword horizontally in front of him, propped his chin up, and looked at the statue of Ji Yuezhang.

Ever since she received the phrase "There may be a day when we meet again," she has regarded it as a very certain prophecy in her heart.

Shen Anzhi had told her fortune; she shouldn't have died. Instead, she should have recovered from her illness in Nanli City.

She has saved many people; good deeds are rewarded, and she will surely turn danger into safety.

After searching for a long time, they still couldn't find her...body...Thinking of these two words, Zhu Wuyao quickly shook his head and dismissed them.

They were afraid of bad luck.

And there was also the lucky charm drawn on his own calligraphy brush, the purpose of which he didn't know.

Correct.

Now, as long as he sees a small fish... as the final confirmation, Zhu Wuyao waits patiently.

Half an hour later.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly saw someone bring a fish in a bowl, saying they wanted to offer it to Guihua Fairy.

She unconsciously softened her breathing and couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

However, when she looked closely, she felt somewhat disheartened.

no.

Zhu Wuyao lowered her head and shrank back into the corner. A voice seemed to be telling her in her heart—it wasn't this little fish.

Before she could feel disappointed, another person walked in through the door, carrying a fish.

They said they wanted to offer it to the Osmanthus Fairy.

Zhu Wuyao stared at it intently, then shook his head; it wasn't this one either.

Then, another person came to the door, carrying a tiny fish in a bowl. If she hadn't been at the third level of Qi Refining, she might not have even noticed it.

After waking up from her coma, perhaps because the senior from the Star-Picking Tower helped her organize her spiritual energy, she finally reached the third level of Qi Refining.

They stayed there until evening, and the temple of Osmanthus Fairy was filled with fish.

Zhu Wuyao, however, did not receive the message she wanted.

Gu Lang walked in dejectedly.

Which one exactly?

He has done his best to have people catch small fish and bring them to the temple of Osmanthus Fairy.

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment. She didn't know which fish it was, but she knew in her heart that she could recognize it.

She sat there silently, gazing quietly at the statue of the Osmanthus Fairy.

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"Uncle Wu! I could clearly feel it in the water; it was clearly the Perilous Scripture of the Juque School."

"If it weren't for Zhao Huaiyi, the dam would have been repaired long ago, and none of these people would have lost their lives!!"

Xu Yicheng looked dejected, but his eyes held a hint of resentment.

He is accusing Zhao Huaiyi of deliberately obstructing disaster relief efforts during a natural disaster.

Zhou Fa had aged considerably. He hadn't been able to stop his apprentice's accusations, but he held little hope.

This is a rash move...

As expected, Zhao Huaiyi chuckled and said:

"Am I the only one who cultivates the Perilous Scripture? I heard that decades ago, Li Fuwei, who defected, also cultivated the Perilous Scripture."

"Perhaps he harbored a grudge and deliberately sabotaged it."

Wu Guihong thought of his senior brother, who was exceptionally talented but ultimately became a cripple, and a smug sneer rose in his heart.

Looking at the junior who was being so rebellious and accusing his martial uncle, he asked in return:

"Junior Brother Zhou, is this the kind of disciple you've raised who can't distinguish right from wrong? For the sake of the lives of ordinary people, he actually dares to call his senior uncle by his name?"

Zhao Huaiyi nodded and continued:

"Moreover, the birth, aging, sickness and death of mortals are determined by Heaven. Even if there are natural disasters and floods, we should not interfere without permission. The way of Heaven is constant, and we, as cultivators, should be in awe."

Wu Guihong nodded in agreement and said:

"This is the correct reasoning."

Zhou Fa looked up at him, at the looks in the eyes of the people around him, and heard what they were saying. Suddenly, a great sorrow rose in his heart.

That book, "The Immortal of the Mortal World," could never awaken the goodness in the hearts of cultivators!

If the girl who helped with disaster relief hadn't already died, how could the name of Osmanthus Fairy have fallen upon her?

They didn't care about the lives and deaths of mortals at all; they only cared about whether they could replicate Zhang Xuan's Dao to improve their cultivation.

So sad...

Zhou Fa took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He seemed to have aged considerably. He bent down, clasped his hands in a fist and said:

“It is my fault for failing to properly educate him, allowing this unfilial disciple to offend his elders. I request to forfeit my salary for thirty years. When I return, I will certainly teach this rebellious disciple a good lesson.”