Chapter 178: Is It Polite to Call Him a Cultivator?
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“Hey, take a look! Yu Zhao is on the move.”
“What’s she doing now? Is she going after the other cultivators?”
“This is…”
On the stage, the elders from the Achievement Pavilion exchanged worried glances. They knew how strong Yu Zhao was, but they couldn’t understand why she was targeting the other cultivators so directly. Her approach seemed risky—it could easily turn the rogue cultivators against her.
“She’s smart, but she’s still inexperienced,” one elder muttered with a sigh.
But Elder Blade had a different opinion. “Yu Zhao is clever. She probably has a good reason for what she’s doing,” he said, defending her.
“You’re just impressed by her skills.”
“And why shouldn’t I be? She should be with us in the Achievement Pavilion. It’s a real shame the Five Elements Sect got to her first! If it were up to me, I’d have made her my disciple!”
As the elders debated, Yu Zhao walked up to Tang Rui, stopping just a few feet away from him.
Tang Rui’s hand shook as he held three silver needles, sweat stinging his eyes. He didn’t dare wipe it away.
Yu Zhao gave a cold smile as she released her spiritual energy.
Tang Rui blinked as a breeze brushed against his face. Suddenly, flames erupted around him. The intense heat scorched his skin, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air.
His eyes widened in shock. Was this an illusion?
It felt so real.
No, it couldn’t be real.
I need to get out of here! I have to keep competing!
Panic flashed through Tang Rui’s mind, but he quickly tried to break the illusion.
Overcoming an illusion was tough, but not impossible. It was all about staying focused—if he could stay calm, he could break free.
In his past life, Tang Rui had ranked among the top ten in individual combat, so he wasn’t easily shaken.
He took a deep breath, reminding himself that he was on the martial grounds, not in a fire.
Slowly, the heat began to fade.
Just as he thought he was breaking free and felt a flicker of relief, a force slammed into his stomach.
“Ugh!” he grunted as he was flung through the air like a shooting star.
Yu Zhao watched calmly as Tang Rui was sent flying out of the competition area and then quietly retracted her foot.
Illusions couldn’t hurt anyone.
But she could.
The other cultivators watched in stunned silence as Yu Zhao effortlessly kicked Tang Rui out of the match. They nervously avoided her gaze, each one silently hoping they wouldn’t be next.
“Hahaha! This is fantastic! Too good!” Elder Blade burst into loud laughter.
Yu Zhao’s kick had been quick and decisive, and the best part was that her opponent hadn’t even tried to defend himself—he was an easy target.
Elder Blade admired Yu Zhao even more now and couldn’t help but wish she were his disciple.
The other elders, however, were more concerned about Yu Zhao’s mysterious illusion techniques. Tang Rui, who was at the late Golden Core stage, had been completely defenseless against her and lost miserably.
If any of their disciples were to face her, they would likely meet the same fate.
Looking back, it was probably for the best that Yu Zhao hadn’t entered the sect competition.
While the elders of the Achievement Pavilion felt a slight sense of relief, Yao Ji and Slashes were utterly terrified, their eyes wide with fear.
Who would have thought that the woman standing next to the rude monk was even more terrifying than his sharp tongue?
Tang Rui hadn’t even survived one round before getting kicked out.
How many rounds could they last?
As Yao Ji and Slashes thought about their situation, they realized they didn’t have any major issues with Yu Zhao. Maybe if they apologized, she might go easy on them?
But they quickly dismissed that idea.
Yu Zhao had been ruthless with Tang Rui, not giving him a chance to defend himself. She wouldn’t show them any mercy either.
There was only one way to avoid getting knocked out by her.
They had to take out the others and end the first round quickly!
In an instant, Yao Ji and Slashes came to the same conclusion.
The entire training ground erupted into chaos.
As the competition intensified, every fighter left in the field started looking for ways to defeat their rivals. Meanwhile, Yu Zhao’s plan to knock out Slashes and Yao Ji was unexpectedly disrupted.
Tang Rui, who had just been thrown out of the competition, spat out blood, his head spinning as he tried to regain his bearings.
The first thing he saw was a shiny bald head.
Tang Rui: !!!
The silent monk standing there flashed a wide grin and silently raised his wooden mallet.
Yu Zhao and Yao Wuji were leaving the training ground when they noticed the silent monk standing outside, still smiling broadly.
Yao Wuji paused, eyeing him curiously. “Little Baldy, that’s a strange smile. What did you do while we weren’t looking?”
The monk’s smile froze, wondering how Yao Wuji had guessed something was amiss.
Yu Zhao looked around with her spiritual sense and, not seeing Tang Rui anywhere, concluded that the monk had probably “taken care of him.” She quickly changed the subject.
“Yao Wuji, do you have a place to stay?”
The first round had ended sooner than expected, and the next round wouldn’t start for another three days.
Yao Wuji waved her hand dismissively. “I’ve grown up in the mountains and forests. The sky is my blanket, the earth is my bed. I can make a home anywhere. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back on time in three days.”
She called her Red Spider, and, sitting cross-legged on its back, disappeared in a flash.
Yu Zhao and the silent monk were heading back when Situ Xuan suddenly appeared, blocking their way.
They both looked at him, puzzled.
“I… I’m Situ Xuan, from the Situ family in the Eastern Region,” he finally said after a pause.
Yu Zhao and the monk shared a look.
Situ Xuan seemed a bit odd, but they still had to respect the reputation of the Situ family.
“Yu Zhao, from the Five Elements Sect.”
“I am Silent from the Harmony Temple.”
Situ Xuan replied eagerly, “Cultivator Yu Zhao, Cultivator Silent.”
The monk: ?
Wait, why can’t he use my name?
Also, I’m a monk.
Is it even polite to call me a Cultivator?
The monk felt the urge to play his wooden fish again, irritated.
Unaware of the monk’s irritation, Situ Xuan continued trying to engage Yu Zhao in conversation.
Yu Zhao politely exchanged a few words with him and realized that Situ Xuan didn’t seem to have any bad intentions. In fact, he seemed genuinely interested in making friends, which surprised her.
She had always thought Situ Xuan was too proud to seek out friendships. And although he carried himself with the air of an arrogant noble heir, he didn’t come off as arrogant or distant in person as the rumors suggested.
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This realization made Yu Zhao pause, surprised at her own thoughts, her expression freezing momentarily.
“Are you tired, Cultivator Yu Zhao? I must be bothering you. Please, feel free to leave. We’ll meet again in three days,” Situ Xuan said, barely containing his excitement as he walked away. Once he was far enough, he couldn’t resist a triumphant fist pump.
Nearby cultivators watched him curiously.
“What are you looking at? Scram!” Situ Xuan’s face suddenly turned stern, and he glared at them.
Everyone quickly looked away and dispersed.
Once they were gone, Situ Xuan’s spirits lifted again.
Don’t get the wrong idea—he was just thrilled that his family had connected with someone who was clearly going to be a big deal in the future!
Really, that’s all there was to it!