Chapter 103: Disaster Approaches
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Master Ziwei stood as the pillar of strength in the Breeze Sect, not just due to her connection with Shui Qing Yue, but because of her formidable power. She stepped forward confidently, her right hand raised skyward. In a flash, a whisk materialized in her grip, its handle dark as the night and its bristles a pure, dazzling white.
“Go,” she commanded with authority. With a flick of her wrist, beams of radiant white light shot towards Yu Zhao, fierce and unrelenting.
Yu Zhao reacted swiftly, pushing Ji Han Zhou out of harm’s way. She conjured a protective barrier of spiritual energy with one hand while her other wove intricate hand signs. “Transplant Flowers, Graft Trees!” she chanted.
The beams met a large boulder, piercing through it as if it were soft clay, leaving it riddled with holes. By the time the dust settled, Yu Zhao had already moved a hundred feet away.
Master Ziwei’s expression darkened with frustration. “You can’t dodge forever,” she sneered.
With a surge of her spiritual energy, the bristles of the whisk extended, snaking towards Yu Zhao’s new position. Ji Han Zhou, watching from the sidelines, felt his heart pound with fear. He clenched his fists, frustrated that he couldn’t do anything to help while the girl that saved him fought on his stead.
Oblivious to Ji Han Zhou’s silent plea, Yu Zhao called out, “Master Ziwei, Ma Chengtai is waiting for you in the cave! Would you harm him too?”
Master Ziwei’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. Ma Chengtai was loyal, if not particularly strong, and had never stood against her. She had trusted him to guard Ji Han Zhou. But Yu Zhao’s intrusion into her domain forced her hand. In her mind, any harm to Ma Chengtai was a consequence of Yu Zhao’s interference.
Suddenly, a faint, pained voice reached her ears. “Ziwei, save me… Ziwei…” It was Ma Chengtai, his voice frail and filled with agony.
“Ziwei, it hurts… please, help me…” His cries grew weaker, tugging at Master Ziwei’s resolve. She took a hesitant step towards the cave, then stopped. Her priority was to eliminate Yu Zhao. She could deal with Ma Chengtai later, if he survived. But as long as Yu Zhao was a threat, she could not afford any distractions.
Ignoring the pleas from the cave, Master Ziwei refocused on her target. Yu Zhao, watching from afar, noted the unwavering determination in Master Ziwei’s eyes. This opponent wouldn’t be easily fooled by illusions. But Yu Zhao had more tricks up her sleeve, wondering how long Master Ziwei could maintain her focus.
“Yu Zhao, you shouldn’t have come!” Master Ziwei shouted, seeing Yu Zhao entangled in the whisk’s bristles, seemingly trapped. She felt a surge of triumph—this was her moment to prove herself, to overshadow Shui Qing Yue and silence her critics.
“Prepare to meet your end!” With a clap of her hands, Master Ziwei tightened the bristles around Yu Zhao, expecting to hear screams of pain and see blood. But there was nothing. The whisk was clean, with no trace of Yu Zhao. Panic flickered across her face. Where had Yu Zhao gone?
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Outside South Sea City, a mysterious man dressed in black walked through the air, each step covering thousands of miles as if it were nothing. Yu Zhao had taken two days to reach the Breeze Sect from South Sea City, but this man made the journey in mere moments.
“Hmm? A new sect?” The man in black raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He spread his spiritual sense like a vast net, seeking the woman who had tainted the siren heart with her aura.
At the Breeze Sect, the day was typical, with elders and disciples busy with their tasks. Suddenly, a tremendous pressure descended, shattering roof tiles and suffocating the air. Inexperienced disciples fainted, while others coughed up blood, terrified. The elders, survivors of a catastrophe two decades prior, paled at the possibility of those dark times returning.
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The man in black frowned, scanning the area. The foul aura he sought wasn’t among these women, but a faint trace indicated she had recently been here. A sinister smile crossed his lips. “Found you,” he muttered, and vanished.
Back at the sect, the disciples and elders were still in shock, unaware the immediate threat had left. Meanwhile, Yu Zhao sensed an even greater danger approaching—a Nascent Soul cultivator. Her heart raced, cold sweat forming on her brow. “Run!” she thought frantically.
Without hesitation, Yu Zhao became a streak of light, fleeing. Behind her, Ji Han Zhou shouted, “Sister! Wait for me!” Unaware of the severity of the situation, he instinctively followed her.
Frustrated, Yu Zhao knew that if she were alone, the Nascent Soul cultivator might focus solely on her, sparing Ji Han Zhou. But with him tagging along, they were both in grave danger.
Realizing they couldn’t escape without a plan, Yu Zhao stopped abruptly. She pulled a purple-gold vase from her storage, hesitated, then discarded it. She grabbed Ji Han Zhou by the collar, lifting him effortlessly, and they resumed their flight.
The wind whipped against Yu Zhao’s face, her expression steely. She had done everything she could. If Ji Han Zhou perished, it wouldn’t be on her. Meanwhile, Master Ziwei, still caught in Yu Zhao’s illusion, was unaware of their escape. It wasn’t until she felt the terrifying aura of the Nascent Soul cultivator approaching that she snapped back to reality.
Her eyes widened in horror, “It’s him!”