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

A sand table depicting the mountains and rivers of the south is laid out before me.

If she were Zhu Wuyao, where would she go?

But before that, there is another question to consider—

Why doesn't Zhu Wuyao leave the South?

This matter is advantageous to Fu Shan.

Extremely advantageous.

In the days since she left the secret chamber, she has read through the records of various sects over the past thousand years, and all sorts of mixed information are stored in her mind for her to use.

Many outstanding figures have emerged in the martial arts world.

They disappeared one by one, and batches of people came and went. There were also some good juniors in the Juque Sect, such as Zeng Xiaolou, who traveled the world with Gu Yiguan and others.

Gu Yiguan...

This person is no ordinary individual.

He is not well-known in the martial arts world and dislikes showing off, yet he manages to emerge unscathed from various chaotic situations. Now he is the next leader of the Star-Picking Tower.

Even several minor sects in the north were quietly incorporated into the territory of Zhaixinglou with a legitimate reason for their actions.

The border remains secure; we will not yield an inch.

Cultivators do not disturb the lives of mortals.

Compared to a thousand years ago, the Star-Picking Tower is now more powerful, and its wealth is distributed among the people, ensuring internal stability.

If Fang Zhihui excels at development and accumulating strength before unleashing it, then Gu Yiguan perfectly inherits his mantle, steadily expanding and encroaching upon the surrounding areas with a solid foundation.

Taibai Sect is not a cause for concern.

This new sect leader governed by non-interference, which allowed them to safely navigate the great calamity and bring peace and happiness to the mortals under his rule, but the sect's strength was greatly diminished.

Such a sect is very likely unable to protect its territory.

As always, Qingyun Sect values ​​strength and chivalry. While the lives of ordinary people are inferior to those of the other two sects, its sect power is the strongest among them.

In comparison, the Juque School is like a house with drafts on all sides.

Fu Shan was fully aware of this.

Because the Juque Sect has reached this point, it is no wonder that she secretly devised strategies and fueled its progress.

Fortunately, due to the rampant extortion and levies of recent years, the treasuries of the elders from various factions are now overflowing.

It can last a long time.

Yesterday, while investigating Ink Trace Bookstore, Fu Shan came across a very interesting storybook—

The story is about a woman who turned the elders of a sect into puppets and secretly seized power; this is a very good idea.

She loves it.

However, now that she has seized power, she must find a suitable opportunity to let the world know her name.

The sand table in front of us has been re-marked with mountain names and towns after several days of comparison with different maps.

Zhu Wuyao's refusal to leave the South must be for some ulterior motive.

"If one harbors resentment over the events in Nanli City and wishes to destroy the Juque Sect, or if one wishes to provide nearby support to Li City, then one's previous lingering in the south is understandable."

"But in this situation, if we don't leave now..."

Fu Shan stared at the sand table in front of him.

Reach out and stir the fine sand.

A vibrant light flowed from one flag, surging and surging towards the next flag marking.

Perhaps she and Zhu Wuyao will meet soon.

At that time, the obituary of Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn will be her gift to the Four Sects.

"Song Kezi, the third disciple personally taught by Fang Zhihui of Zhaixinglou, has extremely poor cultivation."

"For many years, Zhu Wuyao has always kept him by her side..."

Fu Shan closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and, as if marking coordinates on a map, began to silently recite:

"Song Kezi, Licheng, the South, fragments of the Heavenly Dao, the Great Tribulation."

"wrong.

"Only now do I realize my mistake, I wish you no invitation, Song Kezi..."

Fu Shan frowned slightly.

She opened her eyes, stared into the void, lost in thought, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity, Fu Shan slowly uttered a few words—

The two did not get along.

"interesting……"

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"The centipede of the Juque School dies but does not fall down."

The monk had a good memory.

Zhu Wuyao once again recalled what Song Kezi said a few years ago.

So they beat him up again.

Admittedly, this matter cannot be blamed on Song Kezi, but when one is out in the world, one must add some fun to one's life.

After beating up Song Kezi, Zhu Wuyao, unusually, reflected on his attitude towards him.

She was somewhat displeased with herself.

So, after arriving at his destination, Zhu Wuyao went out of his way to find some street food.

"You'll hit me and then offer me a sweet treat? I'm not one of those gullible fools. Zhu Wuyao, I will never forgive you!"

Song Kezi chewed on a red bean bun and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

He choked, and Zhu Wuyao was speechless. She silently handed him some water.

Song Kezi coughed for a long time, then drank some water to calm down. He then pointed at Zhu Wuyao and said:

"You're deliberately trying to choke me to death!"

"I will never forgive you!"

Zhu Wuyao clenched her fist, feeling a surge of power within her, making her restless and wanting to beat Song Kezi up again.

She had no need to get closer to Song Kezi.

He simply didn't want to become a cultivator who could casually beat people up.

Seeing Zhu Wuyao staring at the fist, Song Kezi quickly stuffed all the red bean buns into his mouth, chewed them thoroughly, and swallowed them, afraid that he would be beaten again and would not be able to eat the red bean buns.

Life is already hard enough; wishing you well is already terrible.

Song Kezi needs to take good care of himself.

But he discovered that Zhu Wuyao hadn't actually beaten him up.

It was a bit of a pity; he had eaten too quickly. Thinking of this, Song Kezi felt extremely annoyed and began to hate Zhu Wuyao again.

Blame her!

Why did we come here?

"Not far ahead is the stronghold of the Juque Sect. Although the cultivation levels of those cultivators are not high, there is still a possibility of being discovered."

"Besides, this place is too remote, there's very little good food, and not much fun to be had!"

Today, Zhu Wuyao is located in a border region where the Juque Sect and the Taibai Sect meet.

On a map of the Mozambique continent, it is located in the southwest.

Zhu Wuyao had no intention of explaining to Song Kezi.

He figured it out himself, and said with a look of sudden realization:

"Oh! You wanted to be in the South but also wanted to read 'Ten Thousand Book Reviews,' so you came to the border."

"It's only a whole night's journey from here to the Mohen Bookstore in the town of Taibai Sect in the west."

That was Zhu Wuyao's plan.

"Ten Thousand Book Reviews" is published every ten days.

When the time came for the release, she secretly crossed the border of the Juque Sect and made a round trip to the Western Taibai Sect.

The reason for choosing the southwest instead of the southeast was a decision made after weighing the strengths of the Taibai Sect and the Qingyun Sect.

If someone is caught jumping left and right, it will inevitably look like a provocation.

The cultivators of the Taibai Sect are relatively weak and have peaceful temperaments, so they should not be able to detect it. Even if they do, they will have room to make excuses.

Unlike the Qingyun Sect... there won't be any old grudges left...

The biggest risk is that the array master from the Giant Que Sect might be able to guess her plans.

Therefore, within ten days, Zhu Wuyao will wander around the southern hinterland, where the four sects divide the entire continent and have extremely vast territories.

It is difficult for a diviner to find their proper place.

If Zhu Wuyao wants to leverage his expertise as a diviner and gain an advantage in information gathering, he has to take some risks.

There was once a foolish Juque Sect member right in front of her, but she didn't cherish him. For many years, she was busy searching for the item that would grant her destiny, but in the end, she gained nothing.