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Gu drove the cart, moving slowly down the road. Next to him, a cart loaded with several boxes was moving faster than his own. Gu was no longer in a hurry; after analyzing his current situation, he felt his heart sink little by little.
What should he do?
Gu Yi repeatedly analyzed the current situation, trying to find a breakthrough, but it was not that easy. The goals and opportunities among so many people and forces were conflicting. The reason he hadn’t found a solution was partly because of the Great Jin’s external pressures, and partly due to the mutual retreat among them.
Once some of their objectives were achieved, or when they were forced into a corner, Gu believed that someone would definitely flip the table. At that moment, he would be left with nothing but ruin.
Who could help him in such a situation? The Light Path Classic? He shook his head at that thought. The Light Path Classic would definitely not be of any help; even if it could, how could he possibly reach out? After all, he didn’t deny it—he was too weak.
Yes, Gu was too weak. He was just an ordinary person, and in front of those from the Celestial Gate sect, he didn’t even amount to an ant. How could he stand on the same stage as them?
Liu Lao Jiu? Naturally, he wouldn’t be able to help either. Although Liu Lao Jiu was doing his best to assist him now, it was likely because Liu Lao Jiu didn’t fully understand the whirlpool he was caught in. If Liu Lao Jiu knew the true nature of Gu's predicament, would he still stand by him?
Gu pondered whether he should seek help from Liu Lao Jiu.
But Liu Lao Jiu was also an ordinary person; Pei Xiaoxiao was too; Ergou as well. They were all powerless before those cultivators and felt so insignificant—like a speck of dust floating in the sky. Leaning against the side of the cart, Gu looked up at the clear blue sky.
He wasn’t even as significant as dust, Gu thought, recalling a piece of dry grass that had somehow gotten stuck to the horse's rear. He used his legs to knead the dried grass into a small ball and remembered what Mu Yu had asked him on the day they parted: "What's wrong? Don’t you want to be a celestial being?"
If he were asked that question again now, Gu would answer Mu Yu without hesitation: no.
What was so great about being a celestial being? It was better to go home, sit by the haystack together, watch the sunset, count clouds, lean back against each other, and share stories about their amusing encounters.
What is the point of being a celestial being? All day long, fighting and killing, boasting about Dao traditions while their legs are stained with human blood. In their hearts, they probably don't even have a shred of compassion left.
What is the point of being a celestial being? Living for so long, they might as well have become spirits themselves, their minds filled with schemes and conspiracies. Calculating and plotting—what significance does it hold?
What is the point of being a celestial being? Their immense powers are used to bully others. When they were weak, they feared being bullied, so they worked hard to become strong, only to turn around and bully others in return.
Are they truly celestial beings? Celestial beings...
Gu Xin's mind jolted. He realized that only celestial beings could resist other celestial beings; only cultivators could contend with other cultivators; only celestial techniques could counter other celestial techniques.
Gasping, he recognized that he was just an ordinary person, one among countless ordinary people in the World of Mortals. He was like a drop in the ocean or a grain of sand in the desert—nothing particularly special compared to anyone else. If anything, Ergou had more distinguishing traits; at least Ergou knew who gave him a bun and could remember that simple truth.
What Gu needed now was a powerful ally, someone who could truly protect him—a sect or perhaps even a Daoist Sect.
He thought about the sects mentioned in the intelligence reports: Jade Void Sect, Tai Xu Dao, Infinite Path, Underworld Path, Oil Lu Dao, Limitless Path. Were any of them enemies? Which Daoist Sect would be willing to shelter him?
Probably none. No one would foolishly make enemies for themselves. Moreover, Yi Dong was in the heavenly Daoist Sect; Gu Na was sending the Dao Canon over there. Once that happened, he would be captured and sent out again—how could they possibly protect him?
What about Mo Ming Academy? Would they help?
Gu recalled his original destination: Mo Ming Academy. They probably didn’t know what he was trying to send over. But did they care about that Dao Canon?
The answer was likely negative. They wouldn’t care at all; they probably knew from the start that the Dao Canon would definitely be sent to Bu Luo. Forcing himself to deliver the Dao Canon might just mean playing along with those powerful factions in a game designed to lure out snakes from their holes—just like Coco would do by turning their own plans against them.
In the demon clan, was there any mention of Qiankun Dao? Gu shook his head; he didn't know the status of the Pure World Fox within the demon clan. What right did they have to offend the Daoist Sect over a Dao Canon that was utterly useless? Even a child could calculate that.
What to do? The situation seemed hopeless. Gu pondered, letting out a long sigh. He was almost at Wei City, where he had asked Liu Lao Jiu to take care of some matters and wait for him. Should he inform him or not? Gu took a deep breath.
Gan Yuan stood by the ancient city's dead Weeping Willow Tree, gazing at the headless corpse on the ground. He swallowed hard; although it was not his first time witnessing such a scene, he couldn't help but feel his stomach churn.
This was the third incident. Hong Ling stood beside Gan Yuan. Such murder cases should have been handled by the Yamen, but seeing the gruesome sight made Hong Ling feel uneasy. Gan Yuan also thought it was something only a deranged person could do, so they decided to report it to the local Yamen and take charge of the matter.
The city guard of the ancient city was no ordinary person. Upon hearing about the demon's involvement in the case, he immediately ordered that no one else should touch it.
The scene was horrific; without a head, blood pooled around the neck, forming a large crimson puddle. The body lay in it, legs stiffened, showing no signs of resistance.
Since yesterday afternoon, this was already the third incident. There were no witnesses; all had been discovered long after they occurred.
Gan Yuan stared at the severed neck of the corpse and took a stiff step forward when suddenly Hong Ling stopped him. "What are you doing? Have you used all your available celestial techniques?"
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