Chapter Eighty-One: Judging the Situation

vation within. This was probably as good as it would get for him in this life, and his spirit dwindled. He began to muddle through, just going through the motions of life.My mother's "honor" can only...On Dokiao Island, Wu Yiyu has already lived for almost a month.

Since setting out to sea, I have actually wandered around many places, and finally chose to settle on this relatively peaceful and quiet island.

The islands near the sea have their own scenery, but also their own loneliness.

The Jade Moon Sect and these smaller sects are limited in power, so they wouldn't "meddle" in other affairs. Their control over the islands is far less than powerful organizations like Diaohai Lou, and they certainly can't compare to Yanggu, which functions like a military camp.

Therefore, it is suitable for hiding.

Leaving the beach, in an ordinary dwelling, he took off his cloak and put on a hooded robe, carefully erasing his tracks before leaving through the back door.

After weaving through the chaotic alleyways for a long time, and confirming that they weren't being followed, they left a subtle mark on the corner of a wall.

He always connects with Hell's Gate this way.

The little demon from the gates of hell, upon seeing this mark, would come looking for him. Relatively speaking, being able to go directly to meet the coroner Wang and also that the coroner was on DeQiao Island was what surprised him more.

It's possible that Wang Yi, the coroner, was either exceptionally skilled and courageous, or perhaps he had no choice but to face Yama himself, as there's no other way into hell.

Having quietly left his mark, Mu Yi walked away. As he entered another alleyway, he had already removed his black robe and donned a nondescript gray outfit, topping it off with a different cloak.

And with a sudden turn, he walked out of the alley.

We walked around two streets and came to a courtyard with its gate tightly shut.

This is his current residence, and it's already his fifth home since arriving on Qiaodao Island.

He stays in the same place for no more than ten days at most.

Because he knew that even if he were careful and meticulous, he couldn't help but leave unintentional traces.

Because he knew how terrifying the group of Qingpai in Qi State were.

Even those skilled assassins who constantly walked the line between life and death, specializing in stealth and assassination, could not completely escape pursuit. He was far from possessing the strength and courage of a powerful expert like Yin Guan who borrowed the power of divine beings.

Sometimes he would also think, if he hadn't been so impulsive back then, he would still be a respected physician now, an elder of the Golden Needle Sect, revered in Zhuhe County. Wherever he went, he would be treated with respect. He could walk openly in the sunlight without hiding his face, without having to sneak around...

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What is he afraid of, a gate to hell that doesn't exist Even if there were no gates to hell and it wanted to kill him, it would have to pay the lives of several Yama Kings, because Qi! Qi State protects its people.

But now If any King Yama decides to kill him, it would be like crushing an insect. There wouldn't be a ripple, no one would notice.

If I hadn't been so consumed by anger at the time...

But Wu Yiyu went too far! He's just like that dead old ghost, rotten, stiff, and stinky! Do they even look at themselves in the mirror Do they have any respect for themselves

But...there are no ifs.

Things have happened, and we've reached this point. Countless times, when he woke up in the middle of the night, Wu Yi would tell himself this.

People and things that have passed, are more difficult to solve than an unsolvable illness, because they are already gone.

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Living a life of displacement and constant worry was not pleasant, but fortunately, he had accumulated a considerable amount of Yuanshi through illicit means before this. This allowed him to maintain relatively adequate resources for his cultivation even while living in hiding.

> I'll wait until I've perfected my secret needles. He thought again.

But he was refused by Qin Guang Wang, which indeed cut off his anticipated path—he had thought this would be a sure thing. Didn't he deserve the position of Yama in a killer organization

The most hateful is still the Golden Needle Gate.

Damn it, I'll have Hell's Gate kill you all! he thought viciously.

While hell is undoubtedly hateful, it's beyond his control, so he just has to accept it.

This courtyard has been around for quite some time. He carefully went through three rounds of checks before buying it from someone, making it impossible to trace any leads.

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During his time hiding on Diao Qiao Island, he did not live a happy life.

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But at least they are still alive.

I have survived longer than many others.

He was a physician, accustomed to life and death, but he could not escape the fear between life and death.

He had been searching for a long time for these three medicinal herbs: Qing Linghua, Cui Fangluo, and Qiu Diaobai. He had found both Qing Linghua and Qiu Diaobai, but Cui Fangluo was still missing.

That thing is precious and hard to keep alive. Besides paying extra attention, there's no other good way.

When he learned that Cui Fangluo was appearing at a singing and selling event on Haimen Island, he was overjoyed.

But vigilance was still maintained.

Even though this charity auction seemed completely normal, there was almost no suspicious element in every process.

He went through many intermediaries, layer upon layer of connections, to finally buy back Cui Fangluo. Throughout the entire process, he kept a close eye on things in his own way, and if anything went wrong at any point, he would immediately give up.

Luckily, Cui Fang Luo arrived safely, without any unexpected events or ambushes.

After failing to join the Hell's Gate, he decided to pay Hell's Gate first to kill the master and apprentice in Jinyinmen. Then he immediately moved to a new place to diligently practice the Method of Overcoming Calamity Needles. After completing his cultivation, he would find an opportunity to move to the Southern Regions.

The vastness of the world doesn't mean that someone will die if they break the laws of Qi.

The Xia Kingdom is quite good. If the Xia Kingdom doesn't work, go to Chu. If Chu doesn't work, there's still Qin. After all, as cultivators from outside the Imperial Court, there's always a place to go.

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The courtyard is right before his eyes now. With just a light push, he would be back in his temporary safe haven, able to put his mind at ease for a while.

But his footsteps stopped.

That's not right...

The Cui Fangluo was kept inside a storage box throughout the tossing and turning process. In theory, as long as something could fit inside, the storage box could isolate all scents. Of course, some objects with special restrictions were an exception,

These medicinal herbs like Cai Cui Fang Luo obviously do not belong to that category.

After getting his hands on it, he hid in the room and checked it for a while, but found nothing wrong.

> It shouldn't be traceable.

But the way his apartment was furnished at this moment clearly told him...

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Someone has been to the yard!

Suddenly, a sense of foreboding arose in Wu Yiyu's heart, and he wished to retreat immediately.

But almost at the same time, a voice sounded behind him.

> Why don't you go in

That was a young, resolute, and confident voice.

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Wu Yiyu suddenly turned his head. First, he saw a brilliant flash of sword light, then heard a clear and melodious sword cry, and finally saw the handsome young man with resolute eyebrows and eyes.

This scene could be said to have happened simultaneously, but in his perception, it was already divided into three layers.

The distant sky, a single star twinkling.

The power of the Star Tower has crossed some imperceptible distance and fallen upon him.

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A hazy starlight shone on his body, granting him immense power and courage. He could evade the sword strikes, swiftly flicking his finger. A golden needle shot out, forming a golden line that crisscrossed back and forth, like a woven net.

Azure Dragon Sacred Building, a doctor with compassion!

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