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

The two disciples of the Juque Sect, seeing Elder Fu staring at the newspaper in their hands, exchanged a knowing glance and explained:

"Elder Fu, you have just emerged from seclusion."

"This is a new thing that has appeared in recent years, commonly known as a 'tabloid.' It collects recent major and minor events. You can buy 'Ten Thousand Volumes of Book Reviews' wherever Ink Trace Bookstore is located, but—alas!"

Before he could finish speaking, Elder Fu reached out and snatched the "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" away.

She began flipping through the pages almost frantically.

The mystery that had kept her pondering and unable to solve, the one that had led her to painstakingly investigate her subordinates in a secret room, was ultimately answered in a way that was surprisingly simple.

It's in everyone's hands.

As long as you have money, you can buy it anytime.

It's something you can see everywhere in the Juque Sect, and maybe... it was once something everyone had.

And that idiot!

That idiot just ignored it!

He seemed blind to the answer laid out before him, only knowing to come to the secret room to ask her.

Fu Shan gripped the newspaper tightly, his gaze dark, and asked:

"How much does it cost per copy? How can I buy it? How many Mohen Bookstores are there in the South?"

Although the two disciples were somewhat puzzled as to why Elder Fu had reacted so strongly, they still answered each question one by one, seemingly confused as they said:

"It's strange, but there are Mohen Bookstores in almost every town in the south."

"Even without a storefront, there would be stalls and newspaper vendors going from street to street. But recently, for some reason, it seems that Mohen Bookstore and Wan Juan Book Review have all withdrawn from the South overnight."

"Although the information here isn't anything new, it's still a good way to pass the time..."

Ha, not surprising at all?

If it were just some old stories, that would be fine.

But this "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" is about recent major events; the person reading this tabloid is a fortune teller who can predict the future.

The combination of these two factors is enough to allow Zhu Wuyao to foresee the general trend of the world.

Fu Shan nodded, then turned and left without saying a word.

Only after Elder Fu's figure had completely disappeared did one of the disciples whisper:

"She didn't return the tabloid to us..."

"Yes, she didn't return... my tabloid!"

Before the two could even mourn for the tabloids for long, another disciple spoke up:

"Hey? What are you two still doing here? The Affairs Department has issued a new task: to collect all the tabloids, stories, and news from Ink Trace Bookstore. The contribution points are plentiful!"

The two looked at each other again.

One of them said:

"Was that Elder Fu from earlier?"

"It seems... not only did she not return our tabloid, she also didn't seem to give us any contribution points..."

The words had barely left his lips for a moment.

Their disciple tokens suddenly flashed with spiritual light.

"Contribution points credited - 200 points".

The two looked at each other again, covered their mouths simultaneously, and quickly parted ways, returning to their respective residences to rummage through drawers and find the old newspapers and storybooks from the Ink Trace Bookstore.

The sect leader's residence.

The small teleportation array in front of Fu Shan was constantly flashing with spiritual light, transmitting many books.

Many of these are repetitive.

However, the administrative office followed instructions and awarded contribution points for every document submitted, regardless of whether it was a duplicate of a previous one.

Because the frequency of an item's occurrence and its proportion in the whole are also part of the data.

"The timing of Ink Trace Bookstore's withdrawal from Nanli City is far too coincidental..."

Therefore, Mohen Bookstore and Zhu Wuyao must be connected.

Fu Shan kept flipping through the mountain of documents.

They began to integrate the information.

Not far from her was an exquisitely crafted sand table depicting mountains and rivers, with flags planted in many places. The points were connected to form lines, with flowing light and endless vitality.

Many of the places where the flags were planted have also become dim.

It differs somewhat from the urban layout of southern China today.

It looks like an old item from many years ago.

Next to it were the messages about Zhu Wuyao that the Juque Sect had gathered.

"Eastern Pole City, the Zhu Family, Sword Immortal Master."

"South of the city, the immortal of the mortal world, the immortal of osmanthus."

"Zhu Wuyao, Gu Lang, Ji Yuezhang."

"Tongzhou, the Silent Daoist, the Ink Trace Bookshop, and ten thousand volumes of book reviews."

"Speechless. As the saying goes, reclusive masters, forbidden books... Li City..."

Fu Shan calmly recited one person name, place name, and word after another.

These words are like coordinate points on a sand table beside you, with the positions marked with small flags serving as coordinates for connection.

Together they created a complete scroll painting.

She gently closed her eyes.

He began to deduce it in his consciousness.

A moment later, he opened his eyes again.

"If I hadn't suspected anything before, I would have noticed something amiss and guessed the connection between the two if Ink Trace Bookstore were to withdraw from the south at this time."

"We would rather expose our sources of information than let the people of Mohen Bookstore evacuate safely from the south."

"What a kind and benevolent person," Fu Shan chuckled, and continued:

Aren't you afraid of... losing more than you gain?

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Ah! It's Ink Trace Bookstore!

"It's gone, it's gone! What happened? Why did Mohen Bookstore close down?"

Song Kezi couldn't believe it.

I watched blankly as the "Ink Trace Bookstore" signboard was taken down.

"Storybooks...my storybooks!"

"Zhu Wuyao, your 'Ten Thousand Book Reviews' is gone too!"

Seeing how quickly Gu Lang and Mr. Li acted, Zhu Wuyao felt relieved.

"Huh? That's not right. Why did the door close at such a convenient time? Zhu Wuyao, could it be that you were tipping off Mohen Bookstore?"

"You've made it too obvious. If that array master from the Giant Que Sect were to appear, he would immediately guess what's going on!"

Indeed it is.

However, if Mohen Bookstore were located in the south, it would be completely controlled by the Juque Sect, and its fate would be uncertain.

Zhu Wuyao has been using "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" for many years.

In the end, we must ensure that the people in Mohen Bookstore can make a safe retreat in the south.

Back in Nanli City, the news of Ji Yuezhang's death was not kept secret; if one were to investigate, it would eventually be found.

The subsequent arduous search and reunion, including the news of Ji Yuezhang meeting with Senior Ji, were known to no one except Gu Yiguan and a few others.

In fact, she had never met Ji Yuezhang in all these years.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Juque Sect, Ji Yuezhang's death was the source of their enmity with Juque.

Gu Lang often frequented the main cities of the other three sects, and the Juque Diviners would have to deceive the sects to enter.

This person has not yet seized power, so he probably intends to remain the mastermind behind the scenes.

They didn't want to reveal their existence.

That array master wouldn't personally go to dangerous places.

Zhu Wuyao smiled and said to Song Kezi:

"It's alright. If the 'Ten Thousand Book Reviews' is gone and the Juque Sect attacks, we can just die together."

Song Kezi expressed shock.

He grabbed Zhu Wuyao's sleeve and said:

"Let's not give up, let's not abandon each other, let's encourage each other, we must survive!"

He feared that after Zhu Wuyao killed the leader of the Juque Sect, he already had the idea of ​​"taking two people down with him, even if they die, it won't be a loss"...