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

The next morning, Zhu Wuyao brought the manuscript to Mohen Bookstore.

In previous episodes, we talked about how Zhou Zhi bravely ventured into the secret realm to save his master, only to encounter a powerful enemy and fall off a cliff while trying to escape.

To everyone's surprise, there was a skeleton at the bottom of the cliff.

Zhou Zhi was kind-hearted and prepared a coffin for the deceased. Little did he know that the remains of this corpse still contained the remnants of a powerful being's soul.

In gratitude for his kindness in collecting his bones, the remnant soul of the powerful being imparted a set of mental techniques, which surprisingly possessed the divine power to cleanse demonic energy.

After overcoming numerous hardships, Zhou Zhi finally retrieved the medicinal herbs from the secret realm that could save his master.

Upon returning to his sect, he discovered that his master's room was surrounded by a magic array, with countless fellow disciples standing guard.

It is said that his sword immortal master has been corrupted by demonic energy.

He was about to go mad from practicing qigong.

Zhou Zhi activated the Demon-Slaying Heart Technique, only to discover to his astonishment that the source of the demonic energy was an elder.

He pretended to personally exorcise the demon, but instead turned his sword and slashed at the real demon.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, the elder's true identity was revealed, and the disciples of the sect joined forces to besiege and finally slay the demon.

At this point, Zhu Wuyao shifts his focus—

No one noticed that a wisp of demonic energy had secretly infiltrated Zhou Zhi's soul.

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This passage can be considered a classic trope in novels.

The protagonist either falls off a cliff and gains a legendary martial arts skill, or accidentally obtains a secret technique, or there's a risk of the protagonist becoming possessed by a demon.

Zhu Wuyao recalled the content of previous issues and, when handing the follow-up manuscript to Mr. Li, asked somewhat nervously:

Has no one jumped off a cliff recently?

Li Fuwei chuckled and said, "Our Beixuan City has flat terrain, where would you find a cliff?"

Anyway, he hasn't received any news in the past few days.

Zhu Wuyao still had some doubts.

Little did they know, there is a theory called "survivorship bias".

Why are all the reviews on Taobao stores selling skydiving equipment so positive? Because people who have had accidents can no longer leave negative reviews...

After thinking about it, I still asked Manager Li to add a reminder at the end of the storybook—

"This story is purely fictional. This is a dangerous activity; please do not imitate it."

Having said this.

Instead of immediately flipping through the follow-up information, Manager Li took out a small booklet.

He didn't introduce himself, but rather kept everyone in suspense, saying:

"Take a look at this book, how's it written?"

Zhu Wuyao took it and looked at it—

Red dust fairy?

She took the book somewhat bewildered, opened it, and sure enough, it contained familiar content.

The winds of Nanli eventually blew to Beixuan.

Manager Li, standing to the side, said with a smile:

"How about that? Now you know there are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding."

"We story writers must never be arrogant or complacent. If we achieve a little success, we shouldn't delay writing our manuscripts or disappear!"

"Look, haven't we been overtaken by the newcomers?"

……

Hearing the praise and criticism around him, Zhu Wuyao was momentarily at a loss.

She couldn't tell whether it was an insult or a compliment.

There are always people stronger than me... The one stronger than me is actually my alt account?

He coughed awkwardly and tentatively asked:

"Mr. Li, do you think it's possible—just one possibility—that I also wrote this book, 'The Immortal in the Mortal World'?"

The incessant chatter in my ears came to an abrupt halt.

Li Fuwei was stunned for a moment, and his face turned slightly red.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He snatched the book, "The Immortal of the Mortal World," and glanced at the author's pen name—"As the saying goes."

Speechless...

That despicable thief!

"You...you...how come you have a new pen name and didn't even tell me?!"

Zhu Wuyao, feeling unjustly accused, became a little mischievous and deliberately asked:

"Mr. Li, what did you just say? That this storybook is profound in its concise language and thought-provoking?"

"There are always people more capable than you, and heavens beyond heavens?"

Li Fuwei glared, slammed his hand on the table, and said:

"Hmph! That's because I have good judgment. I didn't know this person was you, yet I still praised this storybook highly."

"Who knew I'd run into such a despicable little brat like you!"

Zhu Wuyao laughed inwardly a few times, but still bowed and apologized in a proper manner.

She was well aware of Mr. Li's well-intentioned advice, not to mention that Mr. Li did not forget to bring his own radishes when he went to seek refuge.

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Star-catching tower.

Of the four major sects in the Mosan Continent, only the Star-Picking Tower has the fewest members.

Each time, no more than five disciples are recruited, and sometimes none at all.

The conditions are baffling.

Especially during the initial screening, after the submitted list is submitted, those selected and qualified to participate in the assessment will be directly announced on the notice board.

Some of the unsuccessful candidates had inquired and found that among those who were selected, some were young ladies and gentlemen from prominent families, while others were just ordinary people.

Although the questions are different each time, the quality of the answers provided by the selected candidates varies.

Some wrote an entire article, while others wrote only two sentences.

No one knows what criteria the Star-Picking Tower uses to select its disciples.

Elder Chi, who was in charge of the first screening, was in the main hall waiting for his disciples to bring in the applicants' forms.

He stared intently at the threshold—

See which disciple steps in first with their left foot.

"Elder! These are the people who have signed up for the disciple assessment this time."

The first disciple from Zhaixinglou stepped in, followed by several junior brothers.

Elder Chi nodded.

Yes, two people stepped through the door with their left foot!

These are the registration forms they're holding.

"You two, show me the registration forms you have."

"Yes, elder."

The two disciples who stepped through the door with their left feet exchanged glances, pondering for a long time, but still couldn't figure out why they were the ones carrying this stack.

Elder Chi didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The Star-Picking Tower is a place where one cultivates the principles of cause and effect.

The first screening naturally depends on whether the applicant has a connection with the Star-Picking Tower!

Moreover, this method also prevented the disciples of Zhaixinglou from being bribed.

They had no idea why, and didn't even know how to bribe anyone.

After the disciples left the main hall, Elder Chi began to look through the list in his hand.

Hmm... This chivalrous man named Song Liangyi is quite something. He has no cultivation, yet he can still kill bandits.

To be honest, their divination cultivation has always lacked combat power.

This cultivator named Hua Yingting is quite remarkable. At the tender age of sixteen, she single-handedly slew the demonic beast that attacked the village.

Elder Chi favors these younger generation members who have combat abilities.

Zhu Wuyao... After arduous efforts, he saved a child and... collected the remains of 231 people?!

Did they even fill out an application form for Xiao Liuzi?

Who is this?

He looked down and saw the next registration form, and the name written on it was Xiao Liuzi.

Moreover, the handwriting on both registration forms is identical.

This... it's one thing to improve Grandpa's living standards, but to let the little bird have a meaningful life?

Elder Chi carefully examined the two sentences.

No matter what, you can't make out the words "died peacefully in his sleep".