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

Zhu Wuyao looked at the "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" in his hand, its endless pages unfolding.

Some silence.

"What did you see?"

Gu Yiguan asked calmly.

"I saw countless righteous heroes flocking to the city, eager to lend a helping hand to Licheng and jointly resist the enemy sent by the Juque Sect."

"Some people angrily denounced Licheng as a group of traitors and the culprits behind the chaos in the world."

“I saw someone taking advantage of the life-or-death situation to pledge allegiance to the Juque Sect, hoping to gamble on a bright future, while Fu Shan treated the virtuous and talented with courtesy, offering them the position of elder, intending to punish the disloyal…”

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Countless independent cultivators gathered in the south.

Tang Xin reined in his horse before the gate of Licheng, and as the horse reared up, raising dust, he shouted:

"Having heard of the perilous situation in Licheng, I have come to offer my assistance!"

She thought she would need to prove her identity and that she was not a spy for the Juque Sect before she could enter the city, but to her surprise, someone on the city wall recognized her.

"Quickly! Open the gate and let him in! This is Master Tang, who once saved my life at Feihong Pass!"

"That's right, I recognize her too, hahaha, Master Tang! It's been three years since we parted ways in the chaos of the South. How have you been?"

Licheng has not yet established a sound method for verifying identities.

Even more so, some are people from prominent families or clans who secretly run away to perform acts of chivalry, and they don't want to reveal their identities.

If we were to examine the identities of everyone who came as if they were spies, it would be tantamount to turning away any potential help.

Therefore, Li Cheng used the most primitive and disorderly method—to see if the visitor looked familiar.

Perhaps this method cannot be used in other places.

What kind of place is Keli City?

This place is home to countless wandering martial arts practitioners, all of whom are well-connected heroes who have traveled far and wide over the years. Now they have gathered here in one fell swoop. It can be said that the martial arts world here is the martial arts world of Licheng.

Upon seeing the figure on the city wall, Tang Xin clasped his hands in a fist salute and smiled:

"It seems that the herb Shiji back then cured Brother Li's stubborn illness. Seeing that Brother Li is strong and healthy, my worries have been fulfilled."

With the seal on Licheng lifted, Tang Xin rode into the city.

This is not a town inhabited by ordinary people.

In the streets and alleys, they gather in small groups.

She was about to catch up with an old acquaintance when she suddenly saw a familiar face on the street—

Xiao Qingyu turned her head away silently.

Pretend not to know.

Seeing this, Tang Xin coughed awkwardly, pretended not to know his fellow disciple, and quickly left.

A Buddhist chant came from behind, and an old monk said:

"When the common people face a calamity, the common people will have to face it."

The young monk looked up and asked:

Didn't you teach me to prioritize self-preservation?

"Amitabha Buddha, preserving life is so that it can be used at the right time; otherwise, should we take it with us to be buried with us?"

The old monk continued, "Good disciple, what do you think will be the outcome of this battle?"

"Life and death are predetermined. Countless people in the city have already perished due to their karmic ties. Those who remain here at this time are merely to die in a worthy manner."

……

The South is a chaotic place.

A camp where children are imprisoned.

Xu San'er paced anxiously outside the formation. He waited for a long time before someone finally came over. The cultivators guarding the camp had been replaced.

Recently, news about Licheng and the Juque Sect has been rampant.

Regardless of which side wins, this kind of business can no longer continue in the chaotic South.

Therefore, these places are all in a hurry to deal with the "goods" they have.

If you can sell it, sell it as soon as possible.

If there's any that can't be sold, then we'll use it ourselves; the rest we can't use, we'll bury.

The monk guarding the camp looked the newcomer up and down and recognized him as the old customer mentioned by the previous camp guard during the handover.

How many do you need this time?

Xu San'er was a little nervous.

He took out the dice.

The monk guarding the camp, though curious, showed no unusual expression, for he had heard of this "quirk" before.

Xu San'er gripped the dice tightly and said:

"Let me cast a divination first..."

At this time, heretical practitioners in various places were preparing to hide their tracks, and their open businesses were to be moved to the shadows.

Xu San'er knew that this was the moment when the camp's defenses were at their weakest.

It's not impossible.

Not necessarily...

The dice swayed and rolled in the palm of the hand, and the lives of the children in the camp who were about to be "disposed of" changed accordingly.

The dice are shaking continuously.

Xu San'er's restless, uneasy, and fearful heart gradually calmed down.

The clasped hands stopped shaking.

It stopped in mid-air.

Xu San'er calmed his breathing, but did not open his clasped hands. Was he going to turn around and leave after the dice rolled a 1?

He put away the dice and said, almost through gritted teeth:

"I'm a businessman... of course I want them all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sleeve, and a rope made of countless fireflies suddenly shot out, aiming straight for the camp guard's vital point.

But to everyone's surprise, the camp was outwardly relaxed but inwardly tight, becoming increasingly vigilant as the season drew to a close.

The camp keeper, narrowly avoiding the flying rope at the last second, laughed in fury:

"As expected, there are opportunists taking advantage of our misfortune! Who knows if the cultivators who have come here at this time are not our opportunity!"

In the end, reputation was of no use.

What's the point of talking about buying and selling, morality, and reputation? If you can kill one person, you can kill one person; if you can rob one person, you can rob one person.

Xu San'er harbored the intention of taking advantage of the chaos, and the camp regarded the cultivators who came here as commodities.

His heart sank.

Looking left and right, searching for an opportunity to break through.

He absolutely cannot die.

This is not just his own life, but also the lives of Sister Hua and nearly a thousand children.

Just then, Xu San'er heard the sound of wind and a woman's voice:

"Fellow Daoist, don't panic, I'm here to help you!"

The visitor stood leaning against the wind, none other than Ruan Ayao, who travels thousands of miles with the wind. Several more sharp arrows arrived with the wind, their speed increasing with the force of the wind.

A familiar voice rang out:

"Who do we have here? Isn't this Xu San'er, our gold ingot expert?"

This is the Soul-Chasing Arrow from the Star-Picking Tower, winning the battle.

At the critical moment, he came with Ruan Ayao, who travels far and wide.

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Countless people descended the mountain.

They entered the chaotic south.

Major clans, minor clans, aristocratic families, and independent cultivators... In this chaotic world, countless treacherous villains and heroes have all gathered in the south.

The Juque School.

Fu Shan curled up in the chair, lost in thought.

Even though Zhu Wuyao might have a thousand reasons not to come to Licheng, she still believed that Zhu Wuyao would eventually appear.

The most influential figures of this generation have all made their appearance.

When the curtain falls, the main character should be on stage.

Licheng is short of manpower.

We are severely short-staffed.

Even though countless heroes from the martial world flocked here, it lacked truly powerful figures who could influence the course of the battle. There was no shortage of Golden Core cultivators or Foundation Establishment cultivators.

But it lacks the Nascent Soul stage, and even... it lacks the Deity Transformation stage.

Licheng has a wealth of mid-level combat power, but lacks top-tier combat power.

No cultivator has ever broken through to the Nascent Soul stage in just a few years.

But the Juque School is not lacking.

Having exhausted all their resources, even with the support of the three sects, what kind of assistance could they provide? They were unwilling and dared not use anything that could truly influence the course of the battle.

But the Juque School dares to.

Because the Juque Sect had no way out.