Chapter 190: I Feel Like She Wants to Eat Me
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“Hmm.” Zhou Jin Yue replied confidently.
Sect Master Ji Yuan instinctively rubbed his face, disapproving. “When you hit someone, avoid the face. Remember, don’t go for visible spots next time—it’s easy for others to gossip.” If word spread, people might think the Main Peak was abusing its authority.
“I didn’t want to, but he was too much!” Zhou Jin Yue had originally come to discuss the upcoming competition in three days with her master. However, upon entering the courtyard, she found Fang Cheng Lang in a daze. A strong intuition told her something had happened to Yu Zhao.
After much questioning, Fang Cheng Lang finally recounted everything in detail. Zhou Jin Yue couldn’t even hear him out fully before her hand involuntarily slapped him. Fang Cheng Lang’s stupidity repeatedly shattered her expectations.
She couldn’t understand why the feud between Fang Cheng Lang and Yao Wu Ji had to involve Yu Zhao. Master Qing Yan already had a prejudice against Yu Zhao. With Fang Cheng Lang fanning the flames, Yu Zhao’s situation in the Five Elements Dao Sect would only worsen.
Fang Cheng Lang kept apologizing and expressing guilt, making her believe he was sincerely remorseful. But why did everything he did end up harming Yu Zhao? Did he not realize the real problem, or was he stubbornly acting according to his own thoughts, just like before? If this continued, wouldn’t it spiral further out of control?
“The disciples from Lone Moon Peak always seem a bit off,” Sect Master Ji Yuan mused, puzzled.
With Master Qing Yan overseeing the peak, only the best of the best were assigned there. Initially, these disciples seemed exceptionally sharp, yet they all went astray in the end. The only one who didn’t go astray… had left Lone Moon Peak entirely. Sect Master Ji Yuan began to wonder if something was wrong with the peak’s feng shui.
“Master, how is Junior Sister Yu’s condition? She’s not seriously hurt, right?” Zhou Jin Yue asked anxiously.
“Yu Zhao only suffered external injuries. A few days’ rest will suffice. However, there’s one matter that requires your attention.” Hearing Yu Zhao’s condition was manageable, Zhou Jin Yue’s tense expression softened. “Please, Master, tell me.”
“There’s a tree on the Floating Island called the Longevity Tree, which bears Longevity Fruits. If you or Ah Jun happen to come across it, try to obtain a fruit, or help Yu Zhao acquire one. With the Longevity Fruit, Qing Yan will stop making things difficult for Yao Wu Ji.”
“Understood, Master,” Zhou Jin Yue replied earnestly.
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Fang Cheng Lang helped Master Qing Yan onto a soft couch, hesitated for a moment, and was about to leave when Master Qing Yan called him back.
“You said I tried to kill Yu Zhao—what do you mean by that?” Master Qing Yan’s tone was calm but carried an underlying weight.
Fang Cheng Lang bowed his head and replied, “I was reckless earlier and spoke nonsense. Please forgive me, Master.”
Master Qing Yan didn’t tell him to rise but instead silently stared at him. Fang Cheng Lang felt as if a mountain were pressing down on him, the oppressive aura making it hard to breathe. Yet, he gritted his teeth and remained silent. He didn’t dare gamble. He feared that sharing the events of his dream with Master Qing Yan might reignite the latter’s intent to harm Yu Zhao. He couldn’t push Yu Zhao into danger again.
“For this trip to Floating Island, you must bring back a Longevity Fruit. It’s the only hope for your Fourth Junior Brother.” Thankfully, Master Qing Yan changed the subject without pursuing the earlier matter.
Fang Cheng Lang nodded firmly. “I will do my utmost, Master.”
Master Qing Yan gestured for him to leave. Once alone, he pressed his slender fingers against his temple, murmuring to himself, “Yu Zhao… why does your presence feel so familiar to me? Just how many secrets are you hiding?”
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Rarely given three days of rest, Silence didn’t stay in his room to relax. Instead, he ventured into Flame Blazing City, spreading the teachings of Buddhism. He firmly believed that persistence could transform even the hardest iron rod into a needle and was convinced he could draw more followers to Buddhism through continuous effort.
His perseverance had already shown results. The once impatient wandering cultivators, who used to scowl at his presence, now greeted him with politeness. His wooden fish mallet, tirelessly put to use, was finally paying off.
Unfortunately, tomorrow marked the beginning of another sect competition, forcing him to delay his plans to propagate Buddhism further.
Walking along the small paths of the Aspiration Pavilion, Silence heard a soft, feminine voice ahead.
“Master Silence.”
He looked up and smiled slightly. “Ah, it’s Junior Sister Ye.”
Ye Cong Xin, dressed in a pale yellow gown, stood amidst a field of vibrant wildflowers, her beauty outshining the blossoms.
“Master Silence, where are you coming from?” she asked gently.
“I was merely wandering,” he replied, bowing slightly. “I hope I haven’t disturbed you, Junior Sister Ye. I’ll take my leave now.”
“Master Silence, that’s not what I meant! Master Silence! Silence!”
Her calls went unanswered as Silence quickened his pace, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Ye Cong Xin’s radiant smile stiffened, frustration replacing her cheer.
Aren’t Buddhist cultivators supposed to be the easiest to get along with? Why is the one I’ve set my sights on so elusive, not even giving me a chance to talk? How infuriating!
She had wasted an entire afternoon lying in wait.
Back at the pavilion, Unworried stepped out of his room, only to see his junior brother dashing inside. His first thought was that Silence had caused trouble again. The abbot was already troubled by Silence’s infamous nickname; if he found out about any new mischief, Silence would surely face punishment under the temple rules.
Unworried was about to pull him aside for questioning when Silence beat him to it, rushing over to complain, “Senior Brother, someone’s chasing me!”
Unworried resisted the urge to comment, Of course, they’re chasing you. You’re always out there angering people with your scolding. They’re probably being merciful by not attacking you.
Still, as the senior brother, he had to maintain his composure. “Why are they chasing you?” he asked calmly.
“I don’t know,” Silence replied, rubbing his smooth, bald head. “But from the way she looked at me, I think she wanted to eat me.”
Unworried’s eyes widened, his ears turning red. “Blasphemous words! Silence, you’ve broken the precepts again!”
Silence blinked, confused. “What?”
Even speaking the truth was a violation? He genuinely felt that Ye Cong Xin’s gaze was so intense, it seemed as if she wanted to swallow him whole. For the first time, he had seen such a multitude of conflicting emotions in someone’s eyes, leaving him too terrified to stop and speak with her.
“Go to the meditation room and reflect on your actions!” Unworried declared sternly.
“Wait, Senior Brother! Let me explain! Senior Brother!” Silence pleaded but was swiftly ushered into the room, the door shutting firmly behind him.
Sitting cross-legged on the meditation cushion, Silence gazed at the dignified Buddha statue hanging on the wall. His usually carefree expression grew unusually serious.
Ye Cong Xin of the Five Elements Dao Sect was nothing like the rumors described her. Raised in her sect since childhood, adored by her peers, and protected by her elders, she should have been either naive or kind-hearted. Yet her temperament was far from it—twisted, dark, and dangerously volatile.
Silence had guided many individuals burdened by blood debts toward redemption, yet he had never encountered anyone as enigmatic as Ye Cong Xin. Her mind seemed like an unfathomable abyss, tempting others to explore its depths. She was… dangerous.
His thoughts turned to Yu Zhao, another disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect and once Ye Cong Xin’s sister in training. Perhaps Yu Zhao knew of Ye Cong Xin’s hidden side.
What about the other disciples of the Five Elements Dao Sect? How much did they know?
Silence’s meditation room fell into stillness as he pondered.