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Chapter 591 Burned to Ashes

Fu Shan remained unmoved. She blocked Song Kezi's path and asked:

Will she appear in Licheng?

Even without being named, Song Kezi knew that "she" was Zhu Wuyao, and immediately nodded, saying:

"Everyone knows that the battle of Licheng was meant to lure her out."

"But what truly attracts Zhu Wuyao is not the expectations of the world, she sometimes doesn't really care about empty fame... but those she once saved who are now willing to die for her!"

"You have no idea, Zhu Wuyao has saved and guided countless people throughout her travels in the martial world—I can't even count them all on my fingers!"

"Now that the news has been released, those people are afraid that Zhu Wuyao will show up, so they will definitely rush to Licheng to repay her kindness and protect her!"

"Hey! These people will definitely come once they arrive. Zhu Wuyao is a divination cultivator. You know, if someone dies because of her, it's even more painful than killing her. They'll definitely come!"

This aligns with Fu Shan's assessment of Zhu Wuyao.

She couldn't be attracted to Licheng.

Yet it attracted people willing to die for her. These people came to Licheng. If Zhu Wuyao had known beforehand that all the casualties in this battle would be old acquaintances...

She can't hide anymore.

If she were truly heartless, so many cultivators wouldn't have rushed to Licheng to repay her kindness.

Zhu Wuyao is likely currently at the Star-Picking Tower.

If she is Gu Yiguan... is there any way to hide the divination from the cultivator's foresight?

Have.

Fu Shan's gaze was as deep and unfathomable as a still pool.

Song Kezi recounted everything that happened inside the Star-Picking Tower, allowing Fu Shan to deduce the behavior of Zhu Wuyao, Gu Yiguan, and others.

If she were Gu Yiguan—

After the Battle of Licheng, the deaths of the deceased were kept secret, and only the good news was announced to the world. All funeral arrangements were postponed for half a month.

Or... to leave the dead nameless.

This is a choice that aligns with our interests.

Some people may be dissatisfied, but according to Song Kezi, Zhu Wuyao has many connections with Licheng. Song Kezi and Zhu Wuyao saw many of the names and portraits in Licheng when they traveled around the world.

After being rescued and guided by Zhu Wuyao, he eventually went to Licheng after many twists and turns.

To ensure the safety and well-being of the deceased, it is entirely possible to either "die anonymously" or "keep the news secret."

Zhu Wuyao lacks imagination regarding the malice and ruthlessness of human nature.

Therefore, things that Song Kezi, Fu Shan, Gu Yiguan, and others could easily think of, she would find difficult to realize due to her habitual way of thinking.

Dealing with Zhu Wuyao would be easy.

Fu Shan only needs to use the lives of the city's people as bait to lure Zhu Wuyao out.

But now she has to deal with Gu Yiguan.

Gu Yiguan stood in front of Zhu Wuyao.

Fu Shan remained silent for a long time. Just as Song Kezi was idly trying to break the small wooden stick in his hand into eighteen pieces, Fu Shan asked:

"Is there an opportunity to make Zhu Wuyao lose trust in Gu Yiguan and leave Zhaixinglou?"

"Zhu Wuyao never really trusted Gu Yiguan to begin with..."

Song Kezi squatted on the ground, looking up and muttering to himself, then suddenly stopped, his voice abruptly ceasing.

He had a sudden inspiration.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he stood up abruptly, saying:

"Zhu Wuyao has done countless good deeds, but good and evil can never offset each other. Inside the Star-Picking Tower, there is still someone who wants her dead!"

"She became a diviner, but she was not tolerated by the Heavenly Way. The Battle of Licheng was to set things right. All those who were not tolerated by the world and whom Heaven wanted to kill would be caught and wiped out."

"How could Zhu Wuyao be left behind!"

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Licheng did not witness the arrival of autumn leaves.

Even though they had anticipated it, when the Juque Sect cultivators arrived outside the city, swarming like bees high in the sky, and when countless Supreme Elders poured out, dark clouds looming over the city, the cultivators in Li City who were on high alert were still filled with regret.

Compared to the Juque cultivators lined up outside, the "unaffiliated cultivators" gathered together inside the city were dressed in various styles, like bandits.

Battle flags fluttered on the city walls.

Under pressure from both inside and outside, amidst swirling winds, the flags fluttered and unfurled.

The city seemed to be breathing anxiously.

Tensions are high, and the battle is about to begin.

Beneath the prison of heaven and earth, two trapped beasts gaze at each other from afar, both awaiting their fate in battle.

Licheng, nestled in the heart of the south, has torn apart the territory of Juque.

The division of power in times of chaos will only bring more profound disasters.

In particular, the new path for mortals needs to be nourished by suffering.

Juque was the instigator of suffering, and Licheng added fuel to the fire. To its south lay the infamous chaotic southern region.

Rebellion inevitably brings chaos; there is no uprising that does not require "sacrifice."

That was darkness beneath darkness, an even deeper darkness.

Evil practitioners are rampant, oppressors, plunderers, and the kindling that ignites the flames of hatred.

No one is innocent.

Fu Shan's bronze furnace stands within the Juque Sect, its raging flames soaring into the sky. Her ambition is boundless, and she desires to single-handedly withstand the torrent. Her grand formation covers the southern land, imprisoning both people and herself.

The bronze furnace of Licheng stands in the chaotic southern land, its karmic fire scorching countless lives, burning villages and bones.

Burn everything black and white to ashes.

Thus, those who managed to escape from the chaos in the south were blinded by ashes, unable to develop discerning eyes. Their hollowed-out chests throbbed with resentment and anger, and they joined forces with Licheng, directing their attacks at those in high positions.

Therefore, Licheng rose to prominence.

No one is innocent; this is the truth of history. Justice belongs to the victors.

If the Juque Sect were to wipe out Licheng, Fushan would bring prosperity and peace to the south, and history would record her as a restorer of the dynasty. Many of the evil deeds of the past would be attributed to the previous sect leader, and Licheng would be nothing more than a group of rebels that the Juque Sect had wiped out over the long years.

If Licheng were to rise up and become one of the new Four Sects, Mingzhu would bring peace and light to the south. History would record her as the founding ancestor who pioneered a grand and powerful cause, overthrowing the Juque Sect that oppressed mortals, an achievement unprecedented in history.

Who's wrong?

Fu Shan was wrong. She shouldn't have hindered Li Cheng's rise. Perhaps she should have "wisely" stepped down and handed the sect over to Li Cheng.

Mingzhu was wrong. Perhaps when the Juque Sect welcomed Fushan, she should have been "wise" enough to be wiped out and given back to the South's stability?

The affairs of the world are like the tides, never ceasing.

Until countless tiny causes and effects converge into a raging torrent, surging, pushing, and crowding, forcing people to move forward.

Even if some rivers change course, they will be swept up and assimilated when a larger wave comes crashing in.

Before Licheng.

The Juque Sect cultivators looked solemn.

Fu Shan was placed at the head of the table, facing the bright candles on the city wall.

There was no joy, no panic, not even any eagerness, only the calm before the dust settled. In the gray and oppressive world, this person's eyes shone brightly.

The people who had read countless documents and records of events that Fu Shan had read were vividly before his eyes.

They lack unparalleled wisdom and formidable military strength.

Boundless vitality.

Full of high spirits.

Blessed with exceptional good fortune.

Talented individuals flocked to her side to assist her, and even the truly dark and dirty matters did not require her involvement, as Cui Heng and others provided her with support.

In the end, it was this very person who was pushed in front of her and became her opponent.

He became the one who sought to overthrow the Juque School.