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

Chapter 502 It's such a disappointment!

Although Qingzhai Wenji has been causing trouble lately, it's not to the point of gathering a mob in the mountains and upsetting Mohen Bookstore.

Li Fuwei was somewhat puzzled.

Just then, Gu Lang and Luo Budao suddenly appeared.

"The Qingzhai Anthology is in trouble this time!"

Gu Lang couldn't hide the schadenfreude in his expression. Just thinking about the pale faces of Wu Cang and Wu Yuzi made him smile.

If he hadn't been in a hurry to get back and report the news, he would have stayed there and watched the excitement a little longer.

As they slipped out, in the backyard of Qingzhai Bookstore, the righteous men beat and cursed them simultaneously.

"You made money off your ancestors and then dared to call us idiots behind our backs. You benefited from Wuyu's fame, and now you want to ruin it. You two scoundrels, you don't deserve the money or the fame!"

"They refuse to do honest business, spending their days spreading rumors, stirring up trouble, and fawning on the powerful while belittling the weak—two scoundrels who look down on others!"

"You really think we're flattering you? We're only being polite because of Wuyu. Without Wuyu, you're nothing!"

Coupled with the screams of the two people, it was a wonderfully varied and dramatic sound!

To summarize what just happened in a few words.

Li Fuwei was stunned.

Such a coincidence could not possibly exist in this world?

These two things have been punished by heaven and are getting their just deserts!

He was about to burst out laughing when he suddenly frowned and said:

"Oh no! Our Ink Trace Bookstore doesn't have enough books! We'd better not fight over them!"

Having said that, he didn't even have time to gloat. He quickly went to the bookstore, eager to take charge.

Logically speaking, for such a major event as Wuyu's comeback, the book should be printed as many copies as possible. However, firstly, Zhu Wuyao's identity makes it inappropriate to make a big fuss about it, and secondly, the content of the book might be criticized and accused of mocking immortals.

Therefore, Mohen Bookstore had been passively responding to the challenge.

Before contacting Zhu Wuyao himself, I was eager to temporarily suppress the popularity of Qingzhai Anthology.

But who would have thought that Qingzhai Bookstore would fail to live up to its potential!

This piece of trash collapsed on its own before Li Fuwei even began to fight...

"After reading this article, I was shocked to realize that how could that speechless person, who only parrots others' ideas, be compared with the real speechless senior!"

People are tired of the formulaic monster-slaying and leveling-up stories, and even more tired of the unexpected encounters and the heavens feeding the protagonists, but they also don't want to read anything too frustrating.

Zhu Wuyao's book was published at just the right time.

Its brilliance lies in providing the protagonist with a new way to show off!

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Inside the courtyard of Changxiao Town.

Mingzhu was repeating the story with a slight stumble—

"After Tianxiangzi left the Heavenly Mystery Realm, he was in a daze, and the appearance of the reclusive master seemed blurry and he could not recall it at all."

"Holding the pen in my hand, I find it difficult to capture the image of a master on paper."

"I can only sigh with regret, feeling that I have missed a tremendous opportunity."

"The next day, the rankings on Tianxiangzi's 'Blessing List' were changed, and the one in first place was none other than Chen Ke from the Heavenly Mystery Realm."

"He did not know the master's name, so he could only refer to him as 'the nameless master of the Heavenly Mystery Realm.' Whenever someone asked out of curiosity, Tianxiangzi would tell them the truth."

"But an old man who loved wine looked disdainful."

"Her name is Zhixiang. She has very profound cultivation and also possesses a token that can lead to the Heavenly Mystery Realm. She has visited many times but has never met any senior experts..."

The content written down was narrated by Mingzhu.

This text was rewritten by the storyteller, and the details are slightly different from her original writing, but the general direction will not deviate too much. For this reason, Zhu Wuyao was a little surprised.

I never expected Mingzhu's memory to be so powerful.

They can remember articles that are several thousand words long.

Although some idioms are not entirely accurate, such as saying "to sigh with regret" as "to sigh with one's hands together," it is still remarkable that one could memorize them to this extent without fully understanding the content of the book.

Mingzhu recounted what she had heard, nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, seemingly uneasy and worried that she wouldn't be able to satisfy Sister Wu.

Zhu Wuyao noticed her nervousness.

He raised the corners of his mouth, forming a friendly smile, and asked:

"You have a very good memory?"

Mingzhu nodded, then shook her head, and said, "These past few days, when Mother went to buy medicine for my brother, I followed her into town and hid to listen to the storyteller tell the tale many times."

Even so, it's still amazing.

Zhu Wuyao pondered for a moment, then asked curiously, "Can you understand the story this story is about?"

Seeing Mingzhu nod, Zhu Wuyao continued to ask:

"If you were Chen Ke in the story, and many people made wishes to you, what would you do?"

Mingzhu lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said:

“I will tell these people that I lost a lamb, and I will reward whoever can help me find it.”

"Then, no matter who brought the sheep, I would say it wasn't the one that was lost."

"I only received a sheep in exchange for someone's wish that I could fulfill."

Zhu Wuyao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

That's quite an interesting answer.

She took out three copper coins and said:

“If you see that I have opened the gate to the courtyard, you may come over and I will teach you to write.”

"You can also tell me the stories you've memorized."

Mingzhu gripped the three copper coins in his hand tightly, nodded heavily, and regarded this as an extremely important agreement.

After the little girl from next door left, the spirit pen's voice rang in his mind—

"The money you gave is just right, within the normal fluctuation range of fate. However, if you teach her to read and write, the changes will be significant."

"If her fate changes, it will not be because I taught her to read and write."

"It stems from the moment she knocked on my courtyard door."

"If Heaven did not have such a strong corrective power and allowed variables to exist, then when she mustered up the courage to knock on that door, she took the first step in changing her own fate."

"Unfortunately……"

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment.

Then the topic was changed.

She went into the house, unfurled the fortune-telling banner, and said, "Tomorrow I should return to my old ways and go to Xiaozhen to swindle people."

Zhu Wuyao was somewhat curious about what Li Chengguan knew, and why he had been busy doing nothing in recent years, causing everyone to complain for no reason.

However, it's not appropriate for someone using the identity of "Zhu Wuyao" to openly reveal themselves.

She didn't trust Li Chengguan that much either.

Pretending to be another cultivator, Li Chengguan was already on edge lately, and if he went to find her himself, he might arouse suspicion.

After much thought, I decided to first establish a reputation for myself.

It would be more reliable to make Li, the city management officer, curious about her and ask her to tell his fortune.

"If you don't want to add more variables, if you don't want to push for the next major catastrophe, how can you build a reputation?"

"You don't understand. The fortune teller becomes famous not by changing fate, but by responding to the divination. If you can't always make accurate predictions, how can you become famous?"

Even if I explain the cause and effect, there will still be people who don't believe it.