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

The next morning, Zhu Wuyao told Hua Yingting and Xu San'er about his trip to Beixuan City.

I also asked the two of them to help me remember what the elders taught in the classroom.

Although the Star-Picking Pavilion has a loose management system for its disciples, it still has an end-of-year assessment.

If you fail, you'll have to repeat the course for another year.

When Zhu Wuyao learned of this, a voice instantly echoed in his mind:

"Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently in another world, just graduated from school. Regarding how to pass final exams and avoid failing in the cultivation world, I have the following tips..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Xu San'er said with a smile:

"This is easy to discuss. We are all disciples of the same generation, so it is only right that we help each other."

"By the way, I heard a rumor that your senior brother came to see you last night, and you were still praying at the door. These people who spread lies are getting more and more credible."

The five direct disciples of Zhaixinglou are the senior brothers and sisters of all the disciples.

Zhu Wuyao looked at Xu San'er with some surprise. To be honest, this man was quite well-informed.

Something that happened just yesterday is now being asked about in a roundabout way.

She thought for a moment. Although she had some personal connections with the three disciples before entering the Star-Picking Tower, she passed the assessment based on her own strength.

That's not right either. The final solution to break the deadlock did indeed seem to use the "Sky-Gazing Technique" given to him by Ye Xiaozhou...

Could it be that I really got in through connections?

Sigh, this matter must not be publicized.

“I had my fortune told by Senior Brother Shen before, and we met by chance. Later, there was some misunderstanding, which was only cleared up last night, so we apologized to each other at the door.”

Xu San'er nodded, neither saying he believed nor disbelieved.

It's a good thing that one's companions can make acquaintances with powerful cultivators; a friend's network is his network.

Thinking about this, Xu San'er felt that her explanation was good. Since there had been a misunderstanding and conflict before, she naturally wouldn't secretly help her pass the test.

Yes, I can try to dispel the rumors when I have time.

We need to maintain a good relationship with Senior Brother Shen in the future.

Leaving aside other forms of assistance, the direct disciples of the Star-Picking Pavilion alone have a significantly larger share of the Treasure Pavilion that they can exchange with contribution points compared to ordinary disciples.

If someone is short of spirit stones, he would be very happy to help.

I'll charge a tiny delivery fee along the way.

Others in the Zhaixinglou business are already doing this, although it's just small-scale and not large-scale. Xu San'er will still have to put in some effort if he wants a share of the pie.

After saying goodbye to the two, Zhu Wuyao took the radish down the mountain.

These days, the radish she's raising in her little yard is really shiny and smooth, but it's always so lazy and doesn't look as majestic as it used to be.

Sure enough, even a mule can have its will eroded by a life of comfort.

Today, she's going to let Radish experience the hardships of life all over again.

When we were in the spaceship, we didn't realize how far it was, but when we were riding a mule, the journey was truly long and arduous.

Zhu Wuyao experienced the hardships of life.

She arrived at the Ink Trace Bookstore and drank half a pot of tea. Seeing this, Manager Li immediately decided that the tea served to guests in the bookstore should not be upgraded.

"Miss Zhu, have you brought the manuscript for the next issue?"

"You don't know, but in recent days the saying 'Wealth and honor not returned home are like wearing brocade at night' has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Beixuan City."

"Even I can't help but wonder how his uncle, who used to bully him, will react when he goes home this week."

There was one more thing Li Fuwei didn't say.

He wasn't thinking about how powerful Zhou Zhi would be after returning home; instead, he couldn't help but imagine what would happen if he were strong enough to overpower ten thousand people and returned to the Juque Sect. His master and junior brothers... Hahahaha!

Even though I know it's impossible, it's always good to think about it.

I wonder when Miss Zhu will become a powerful divination cultivator. He has the advantage of being close to her; if he asks for a divination, he might be able to find the opportunity to restore his cultivation.

Thinking this, he took the manuscript from Zhu Wuyao and began to look through it—

Zhou Zhi did not directly reveal his background, but everyone in the city knew that a powerful swordsman was coming to take charge of the area.

Many people brought their children, hoping to find a way to meet the immortal.

If one's own child has a predestined affinity with the immortals and can be accepted as a disciple by an immortal, what a glorious honor that would be for the family!

Over the years, the Zhou family has become quite powerful in the local area. No exception, the second master Zhou made great efforts to secure a seat at the banquet of delicacies, so that he could bring his grandson to pay homage to the immortals.

To show respect, everyone arrived at the banquet a little early.

When the appointed time arrived, Zhou Zhi arrived on his sword.

The banquet hall was filled with pure air. The immortal stood with his hands behind his back on a sword, his back to the crowd. Countless phantom swords surrounded him, making the whole hall shine.

Uncle Zhou looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the immortal's true face.

The next moment, Zhou Zhi gracefully landed and sat in the main seat. The instant he looked up, he met the gaze of his second uncle.

Seeing his astonished expression, Zhou Zhi smiled and said:

"Second Uncle, it's been a long time."

"Back then, the Zhou family said that my parents betrayed the clan and were besieged and killed. As their son, I couldn't even see them one last time."

"Having returned today, I will seek justice for the deceased and distinguish right from wrong with your Zhou family!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhou was filled with shock, seemingly unable to believe that the child they had driven out of the Zhou family years ago had returned today and had actually mastered immortal techniques.

He was both shocked and furious, filled with extreme fear, wishing he could go back to the past and eliminate Zhou Zhi completely.

It was too late to say anything now, and Uncle Zhou returned home in a sorry state.

The Zhou family was still waiting for good news, little did they know that what was coming was not a divine opportunity, but an enemy who had grown powerful.

Inside the secret room, Zhou Laoda and Zhou Ershu were filled with anxiety. They exchanged a glance and made up their minds.

They very respectfully presented a worn-out wooden box and lifted the cloth covering it.

They knelt in front of him and bowed repeatedly.

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Li Fuwei put down the storybook, his heart surging with emotion.

Especially the part about "distinguishing right from wrong with your Zhou family" seems to have completely swept away the previous gloom.

It makes one feel extremely happy!

All those who have suffered injustice yearn for it.

I wonder what the origin of this dilapidated wooden box that appeared at the end is.

While Li Fu was reading the storybook, Zhu Wuyao secretly drew a magic seal to signify a predestined connection.

Seeing Mr. Li put down his storybook and exude an air of magnanimity, she smiled smugly to herself.

Sure enough, showing off is a human instinct.

Life is all about two words—being awesome!

But even though Manager Li has finished reading the storybook, why hasn't her "matchmaking" strategy come to fruition yet?

While drawing, Zhu Wuyao kept repeating to himself, "Money, money, come from all directions."

Just as she was wondering what was going on, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from outside the door.

Moreover, it was getting closer and closer, as if it was stopping right in front of the Ink Trace Bookstore?

Inside the bookstore, the two exchanged a glance. Manager Li quickly hid the manuscript in his sleeve, while Zhu Wuyao hurriedly put down the guestbook in his hand.

Mr. Silent is not here today.

Keep your identity hidden; that's the right thing to do!