Chapter 155: A Small Act of Mercy
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You Fei shuddered as soon as Yu Zhao’s voice pierced through the air, a cold wave of dread washing over him. His thoughts scattered in panic, but before he could pull himself together, a massive shadow fell over him, plunging the world into darkness. Instinctively, he looked up and froze in terror.
Towering above him was a giant, nearly as tall as a ten-story building, with eyes as cold as ice. You Fei’s heart thudded in his chest when he realized the giant looked just like Yu Zhao.
Fear gripped him. His scalp prickled, and he bit his tongue hard, using the pain to jolt himself out of his fear. Without a moment to waste, he turned and ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
Whoosh!
A deafening roar filled the air.
A gigantic foot descended from the sky, narrowly missing You Fei by a hair. He pushed himself to the limit, barely dodging the crushing blow.
But before he could catch his breath, an enormous hand reached out for him.
To You Fei, it was as if a mountain was collapsing on top of him. The sight alone was enough to paralyze him with fear.
He knew that just dodging wouldn’t save him. Gritting his teeth, he poured every ounce of his spiritual energy into his weapon. With fierce determination, he launched himself toward the giant Yu Zhao, like a meteor streaking across the sky.
But the impact he expected never came.
Instead, two enormous fingers pinched him between them, holding him in place.
You Fei struggled with all his might, but all he heard was the grinding sound of his bones under the immense pressure.
A wave of indescribable fear washed over him.
The disciples of the Five Elements Sect were even more terrifying than the rumors had suggested. Was he really going to be defeated so easily, without even lasting a single round?
As despair gnawed at him, the giant Yu Zhao’s other hand wrapped around his body. He was trapped within the massive palm, with only his head sticking out, his face twisted in frustration and shame.
Humiliation washed over You Fei.
He tried once more to break free, but it was no use.
To make matters worse, the pressure increased, and he felt as if he might be crushed to death.
This was supposed to be just a sparring match—was Yu Zhao really going to kill him?
Fear and panic surged within him. Forgetting all pride, he tried to surrender. But when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. Tears of despair welled up in his eyes.
No!
He didn’t want to die!
Master! Elders! Save me!
“Friend Yu Zhao, You Fei has lost. Stop playing with him and give him a little dignity,” Elder Luo’s voice finally cut through the tension.
Losing was one thing, but losing in such a humiliating way was rare.
If this continued, Elder Luo feared that when You Fei woke up from the illusion, he wouldn’t be able to handle the blow, and his Path would shatter.
In truth, You Fei had talent and intelligence, but his arrogance had been his downfall. After this battle, he would likely learn some humility.
Yu Zhao had never intended to kill him, and with Elder Luo’s words, she quickly withdrew her spiritual power.
The illusion faded, and the massive figure dissolved into the wind, leaving the sect’s training ground in eerie silence.
It took You Fei a long time to recover from the shock. He stared blankly at his unharmed body, still feeling the lingering sensation of near-death.
Slowly, he turned his gaze from the calm Yu Zhao to his fellow disciples, who were looking at him with pity.
Was it all… an illusion?
The disciples from the Green Wood Sect watched You Fei, who seemed lost in a daze, wanting to comfort him but unsure of what to say.
They had no idea what You Fei had experienced. All they saw was that after You Fei cast a defensive spell, he began attacking wildly at nothing, and then stood frozen in place, his face contorted in agony.
It wasn’t until Elder Luo spoke that Yu Zhao appeared, and they finally understood what had happened.
You Fei had lost, and it was a crushing defeat.
Even the Green Wood Sect disciples found it hard to accept.
Fang Cheng Lang felt as if he were dreaming. Even at his peak, he couldn’t guarantee he’d win as easily and skillfully as Yu Zhao just had.
But Yu Zhao had done it.
She had shattered his baseless assumptions with her strength, showing him how far she had come.
No matter if Yu Zhao forgave him or not, their relationship could never return to what it once was.
Because Yu Zhao no longer needed anyone’s validation; she was her own greatest support.
Fang Cheng Lang suddenly remembered when Yu Zhao had first joined the sect, and Master Ji Yuan had jokingly said that Master Qing Yan had finally accepted a true successor.
At the time, he thought Master Ji Yuan was joking.
But it turned out he was serious.
“Yu Zhao,” You Fei’s voice was strained.
Yu Zhao looked at him.
His face was on the verge of tears as he said solemnly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have insulted the Five Elements Sect. I apologize to you and to the Five Elements Sect.”
In the world of cultivation, strength commanded respect.
You Fei accepted his punishment willingly.
Yu Zhao nodded calmly, accepting his apology.
“Friend Yu Zhao, come here for a moment. The Sect Master wants to see you.” Elder Luo stood in the distance, waving Yu Zhao over.
Yu Zhao’s heart skipped a beat.
The Green Wood Sect’s Sect Master wanted to see her? Was he going to blame her for humiliating his sect?
But then she thought, a sect master wouldn’t be so petty as to hold a grudge against a mere disciple.
She answered quickly and walked over to Elder Luo.
As soon as she left, several disciples who had been following You Fei rushed to support him, their faces full of concern. “Senior Brother You, are you okay?”
You Fei forced a bitter smile.
Physically, he was fine, but the shadow cast by Yu Zhao would likely haunt him for years to come.
Fang Cheng Lang instinctively wanted to follow Yu Zhao to ask what was going on. But as soon as he took a step forward, he remembered the disappointment in her eyes, and his feet wouldn’t move.
Little Six probably didn’t want to see him anymore.
Meanwhile, Yu Zhao followed Elder Luo to the Green Wood Sect’s main hall.
Mu Ye was already waiting outside the hall. Seeing Yu Zhao and Elder Luo approaching together, she was surprised. “Yu Zhao, the Sect Master was waiting for you?”
Yu Zhao shook her head, indicating that she was just as confused.
Mu Ye found it strange, but now wasn’t the time to ask questions. “The Sect Master is inside waiting for you. You should go in.”
Yu Zhao bowed to Elder Luo and stepped into the grand hall.
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The spacious, bright hall was empty, save for the figure of Sect Master Wu Sang.
Yu Zhao stopped a few feet away and bowed respectfully. “Disciple Yu Zhao of the Five Elements Sect greets Sect Master Wu Sang.”
Sect Master Wu Sang raised a hand and smiled slightly. “Yu Zhao, you are quite impressive. In less than ten years, Master Qing Yan will regret letting you go.”
Yu Zhao wasn’t surprised that Sect Master Wu Sang knew about her history with Master Qing Yan.
The cultivation world’s one sect, two clans, and four schools were all competitors, so it made sense that a sect master would be well-informed about the other sects.
Besides, her departure from the Five Elements Sect had caused quite a stir. Anyone paying attention to the sect wouldn’t have missed it.
“Thank you for your praise,” she replied modestly.