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

Chapter 596 The End

The copper coins twirled in the air, just like that night when we first met.

The moonlight then rippled like water; the breeze that night brushed my hair; Ye Xiaozhou burst in through the window, his figure like a phantom.

Some people's fate is foreshadowed from the very first meeting.

The copper coin she tossed up fluttered like a butterfly.

Having weathered decades of moonlight, it danced and fell amidst the storm.

Where did she have a shallow connection with her?

The connection between the divination and the objects of destiny is shallow.

Thus, Ye Xiaozhou, who somehow acquired the copper coin, and Zhu Wuyao always seemed to miss each other, their paths repeatedly brushing past each other as if it were a cruel joke of fate.

We went around in circles, but never met.

The copper coins were right there.

Ye Xiaozhou tossed him up and caught him countless times.

"If my fate is intertwined with this copper coin."

As Ye Xiaozhou tossed the copper coin, and as light and shadow danced between her fingertips, would Zhu Wuyao's fate change?

The object of the promise is in the south.

It is related to a hexagram.

However, it wasn't a divination Zhu Wuyao performed for others; rather, someone was needed to perform a divination for her.

Who in the world would perform divination for a divination?

Back in the mine, Zhu Wuyao, in an attempt to pull Ye Xiaozhou out of a deadly predicament, once cast a divination for her and composed a divination text—

"Without respect or fear, without propriety or law, this divination can bring great freedom."

So many years later, Ye Xiaozhou took over the position of guarding Licheng, wielding a curved sword and charging towards the Juque Sect, replacing Zhu Wuyao and trying to push her out of the dead end.

She also gave Zhu Wuyao a divination.

A legendary fortune teller.

One divination costs one coin.

The copper coins fluttered in the gray sky, stained with Ye Xiaozhou's blood.

This was the item she had longed for and anticipated for a long time, the one Zhu Wuyao had been searching for all over the world.

She got it.

"I don't want it anymore... I don't want the thing that promises my life anymore..."

Amid the storm, someone wept uncontrollably.

The copper coin is falling.

As she fluttered about, it was as if fate were ever-changing. Zhu Wuyao saw the moonlit night decades ago when she first met Ye Xiaozhou. She thought of the boldness and fearlessness she felt when she casually tossed the copper coin away.

I was young then.

Both she and she were too arrogant.

In the moonlight, the woman was cunning and agile, swaggering and threatening Zhu Wuyao, and mischievously leaping out of the window; while she was fearless like a newborn calf, she challenged fate, taking ignorance as luck, thinking that nothing in the world could defeat her.

At that time, no one could have foreseen the unpredictable twists and turns of fate.

Until we meet again.

Ye Xiaozhou was critically injured and on the verge of death, and Zhu Wuyao came to his death.

The copper coin had just fallen.

Those who harbor侥幸心理 (a sense of侥幸, or a belief that they can get away with something) will regret it.

She held the copper coin in her hand, and Zhu Wuyao clenched her blood-soaked palm.

Just like the fate that had already been foretold in the Water Mirror back then.

She took out the copper coin and bought the little girl's football. And so—the moment she held the copper coin in her hand, her destiny was in her grasp.

From then on, hurricanes and torrential rains lashed down upon him.

Zhu Wuyao clenched the copper coin in his hand, looked down at Ye Xiaozhou in his arms, whose breath was waning, and stood up unsteadily while holding the body that was about to break.

The red dress is like fire, but this fire is about to be extinguished.

It looks like a bunch of withered maple leaves.

The illusionary beings were all destroyed, and Zhu Wuyao managed to snatch the dying Ye Xiaozhou, but he was unable to revive her. Heaven's will was incomplete, and Ye Xiaozhou lost this gamble. Thus, without a destiny, she had nowhere to go.

Dust followed the horse, the moon followed the boat.

This small boat is nothing more than a mirage under the moon.

The aura belonging to the Nascent Soul stage suddenly spread out.

Amidst the raging wind and rain, the exceptionally powerful Zhu Wuyao found a sheltered corner and laid the unconscious Ye Xiaozhou down.

You will survive.

she said.

Zhu Wuyao plunged back into the storm, wielding her bladeless sword and blocking all the hurricanes heading towards Licheng.

Standing in front of Fu Shan, she suddenly became calm.

May Wuyao no longer be afraid.

It is better to be taken away than trapped; it is better to be deceived than to be misled.

"Now, I'm willing to die."

These words were not spoken to Fu Shan, but to the entire world.

The embers of the fire, though still burning, have not yet been extinguished; moved by this, a lone sword cries out.

The bladeless sword is drawn.

The sword intent was vast and boundless, like an inexhaustible autumn river. The trees in Licheng withered and the leaves fell. The wind blew, making a rustling sound, like the chanting of the mortal world.

Zhu Wuyao took Fu Shan with him, but their whereabouts are unknown.

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The outskirts of Dongji City.

Under the dead tree.

Someone carrying a broken sword staggered over, and she, looking somewhat disheveled, collapsed to the ground under a tree.

Seemingly exhausted, it then lay down.

Zhu Wuyao gazed at the withered branches overhead, which could no longer block the sunset's rays, and sighed deeply. This banyan tree, which was once lush and verdant, had withered and died in just over fifty years.

In the distance, weary birds return to their nests.

They flapped their wings, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, and flew into the depths of the forest.

Zhu Wuyao looked around, grabbed a foxtail grass, and put it in his mouth. The tender stem tasted somewhat sweet.

The incessant chatter of the spirit brush echoed in my consciousness; it had just finished eating, and its voice carried a hint of contentment from a full meal.

"Ah, do you remember? We once heard someone at an auction say that there's a restaurant in Dongji City that serves the most delicious drunken crab in the world!"

"Zhu Wuyao, there are two new black outfits in your storage bag that you haven't worn yet, but the style is similar to your previous ones, so don't worry about them~"

"I finally understand what you mean by the biggest cause and effect, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"I've always wondered, what does foxtail grass actually taste like?"

……

Listening to Lingbi's incessant, carefree murmurs, Zhu Wuyao smiled, her voice incredibly weak:

"Are you going back by yourself in a bit?"

"What else?"

"You can't give it to me either."

"Ah, if only we could go to other continents and show off our power! You finally became invincible after all that hard work!"

"Wishing you no invitation..."

There has been no response for a long time.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Zhu Wuyao had already closed her eyes and was now peacefully asleep under the banyan tree.

Just like the day she first arrived in this world, silently and without warning, Lingbi had some doubts. The next moment, she would open her eyes and lament her unfavorable start.

A breeze blew by, gently brushing against her hair.

The pen remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"Wishing you no invitation, the leaves have fallen."

All splendor and grandeur require eternal silence to repay.

From this point on, the Way of Heaven is complete, capable of accommodating infinite variables.

Inside the Star-Picking Tower, one of the soul lamps went out. Gu Yiguan stared blankly at the extinguished flame and fell into a long silence.

The tabloids will not report Zhu Wuyao's death.

The author, who had written countless storybooks, wrote his own story in its entirety, concealing the final ending.

During the final battle, Fu Shan disappeared without a trace.

Legend has it that Zhu Wuyao retired to the mountains after his victory.

Later generations saw the autumn leaves falling everywhere in the secret realm and found an opportunity, believing that the falling leaves invited autumn to live in seclusion there.

Countless legends have been passed down in the martial arts world ever since.

Only one writer penned a different ending to the story of fallen leaves inviting autumn, which the world, upon reading it, found absurd—

Zhu Wuyao, destined by mortal fate, mistakenly entered the path of immortality and lived to the age of seventy-two.

Died of old age.

【Complete book】