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

They really trust themselves...

Zhu Wuyao looked at Song Kezi and saw a hint of provocation in his eyes. The glint in his eyes seemed to be a scheme, as if he wanted to test Zhu Wuyao's bottom line.

She patted Song Kezi's cheek and said:

"Arise, and set off."

"Hahahaha, you really didn't dare to kill me, Zhu Wuyao. You told me about this so easily?"

Song Kezi didn't get up. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows, raised his upper body, and looked at Zhu Wuyao with a leisurely air. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes gleaming, as if he was certain that Zhu Wuyao dared not do anything.

Zhu Wuyao thought about it seriously for a moment—

If Song Kezi dies, she herself will be deeply bound to the Spirit Brush and will be affected. In addition, some people from the Taibai Sect and the Juque Sect, as well as ancient clans and demon clans from other continents, will also be affected.

The Taibai Sect has a peaceful atmosphere and a somewhat carefree and unrestrained feel. Just by looking at Ruan Ayao, one can get a glimpse into the sect's character.

In the matter of returning the Way to Heaven, we should adopt a cautious and cooperative attitude.

They should already be trying to stop relying on the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, gradually severing ties and breaking free from dependence.

The demon race has always wanted to return the Dao to Heaven, because they believe that by returning the Feidu River, the demon race's fortune will be restored, and the demon race will rise to power.

Sect Leader Fang has already gone to other continents, leaving all sect affairs to Gu Yiguan. This shows his willingness to sacrifice himself to deal with various hidden ancient clans.

With Sect Leader Fang's abilities and his willingness to risk his life, this matter will surely succeed.

Only the Juque School.

The centipede insect is dead but not stiff.

If it really comes to the point of annihilation, given its accumulated resources, it will probably try to drag the other three sects down with it. Even if it dies, it will try to take revenge and severely damage the other sects.

Just like in the previous life, if a great power suffers a fatal blow, it may drag the world down with it. The important thing is that the Juque Sect may actually have the ability.

Destruction is always easier.

But even the three sects shouldn't be this bad.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao nodded in agreement with Song Kezi:

“That’s right, I certainly won’t kill you easily.” She changed the subject and continued:

"However, I just thought about it, and if necessary, it's not out of the question."

The Juque Sect has long since gone mad and will never hand over the fragments of the Heavenly Dao. Whether it goes a little less mad or a little more mad, it won't affect the overall situation; at most, it will just drag itself down with it.

She reached out, grabbed Song Kezi by the collar, lifted him up, made him look at her, and said:

"I know you're smart. Look me in the eye. Do you think what I'm saying is true or false?"

Song Kezi is not easily fooled.

Therefore, Zhu Wuyao never plays games with him, let alone tries to mislead or deceive him. This is Song Kezi's area of ​​expertise. If she tries to show off her skills in front of an expert, she is likely to make a fool of herself and be exposed by Song Kezi, who will find her flaws. This is not a wise move.

I really wanted to kill him just now.

It's true that killing him would cause trouble.

If it's truly necessary, killing him is an option, that's for sure.

Song Kezi realized this, and he wisely and smoothly changed the subject, saying:

"Where are we going next? Since you don't want to kill me yet, hurry up and heal my wounds! I feel like my ribs are broken, ah...it hurts!"

"Ah! My throat hurts too! Cough cough!"

He lowered his head, looking somewhat dejected.

Zhu Wuyao had already decided where to go next. She would wander in the south, searching for the item that granted her life and for those who harbored hatred towards the Juque Sect.

The fact that mortals can gain cultivation, master spiritual power, and possess the strength to fight against cultivators is an unprecedented upheaval.

Especially under the rule of the Juque Sect, the conflict between cultivators and mortals has become irreconcilable.

Only when life and death are inevitable can this end.

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The peach blossoms wither and bloom again, but the old friend never comes back, and several seasons have passed.

Cultivators born in chaotic times often find more opportunities amidst turmoil and crisis, making the South a "treasure land."

Because this place has lost its order and become a wasteland of civilization.

As a result, many shady dealings were carried out here without any attempt at concealment.

A dilapidated village.

Many camps.

There are hundreds of children imprisoned here, all of whom were kidnapped from various places. Cultivators who need them can use them to refine magical artifacts. Although the order here has completely collapsed, you can't find this place without connections.

Huang Feng and several "partners" were brought out.

Embracing destiny.

"Look at these few. Although they are not well-fed and look thin, they are strong and energetic. It's just that none of them know their birth dates and times."

"If you want one with spiritual roots, you won't find it here. They've already been picked over by the higher-ups. What we have left here are all of this caliber."

Huang Feng was somewhat apprehensive, knowing that it was his turn to be chosen today.

There's no escape.

Even if he escapes from here, he will be captured by others and starve to death; wherever he goes, he will face certain death.

His fate was predetermined from the moment he was born.

"The goods here aren't any good either. At least feed them some food. They're starving and their blood is depleted. I'll have to raise them myself after I buy them."

"It will take me at least two months to recover, and I'm in a hurry to use it!"

A glimmer of light appeared in Huang Feng's eyes.

It's not because of being criticized or not buying him, but because of the phrase "feed him some food, raise him for at least two months."

The monk guarding the camp patiently said:

"The bark of the trees around here has been almost completely gnawed off. Where am I supposed to find food to feed these little bastards?"

This is the most chaotic place in the south. Otherwise, this kind of business wouldn't exist. It's not that they're unwilling to spend the money or upgrade the goods; it's just that places with abundant food are too far away, and it's troublesome to travel back and forth.

We might encounter some danger.

In such a place, not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators would encounter danger.

However, this customer is a regular. He has bought from us many times, probably a hundred or so times in total. I don't know why we're splitting it into so many batches.

He didn't need to inquire about the buyer's affairs.

Which ones have you set your sights on?

"Wait a minute, let me do a divination first."

Huang Feng saw the fat man take out something and shake it reverently in his hand, as if he were chanting something:

"Six o'clock...six o'clock..."

The monks guarding the camp found this scene utterly comical; this regular customer insisted on having dice decide how many he wanted to buy each time.

It's quite unusual, though.

With his level of cultivation, it's incredible that he's been able to travel to the chaotic southern regions so many times without being intercepted or robbed.

"Six o'clock!"

Upon hearing the fat man call out the number, the monk guarding the camp familiarly tugged at the rope and said, "Take them all?"

"That's right, tie them all up!"

"Alright, hand over the spirit stones."

The fat man's movements suddenly slowed down considerably. He reluctantly took out the spirit stone, and Huang Feng noticed that there seemed to be some tears of reluctance in the corners of his eyes.

"I've bought from you so many times, can you give me a discount?"

He clutched the spirit stone tightly in his hand, refusing to let go no matter what. The cultivator, already familiar with his nature, simply reached out and tried to pry it off, saying:

"Alright, alright, I've already given you a discount!"