Chapter 206: Yu Zhao’s Good Days Are Yet to Come!
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Outside the Floating Life Mirror, the sect leaders exchanged puzzled glances. Yu Zhao’s subtle smile broke their confusion as she dispelled the illusion technique from her hand, revealing a deformed piece of Sand Soil Gold.
“To use your own weaknesses against another’s strengths is a foolish strategy,” she declared. Yu Zhao wasn’t one to waste effort on fruitless endeavors. She had long prepared this trap, waiting for Quan Ye to fall into it.
“You cheated!” Quan Ye roared, his eyes burning with fury. He had fallen for another one of her schemes, further solidifying his suspicion.
“This isn’t like Yu Zhao,” he shouted. “Who are you? Get out of Yu Zhao’s body immediately!”
Here we go again.
Quan Ye’s obstinacy was always astounding. Yu Zhao sighed, realizing words alone wouldn’t convince him. With a calm smile, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
Smack!
The force left Quan Ye momentarily stunned. Though his tough skin dulled the pain, the shame of being slapped was unbearable.
“You—”
Smack!
Her next strike turned his face the other way. His teeth accidentally cut into the corner of his mouth, and a trickle of blood emerged.
“I’ll kill—”
Smack!
“Madwoman—”
Smack!
“Die—”
Smack!
The crisp sound of slaps reverberated through the Floating Life Mirror, reaching the ears of the seven sect leaders watching intently.
An eerie silence descended.
They had indeed witnessed an unfamiliar side of Yu Zhao, though not as they had expected. Despite delivering dozens of slaps, she hadn’t inflicted significant harm on Quan Ye. It was clear her intent was to discipline him, not to injure.
This raised some interesting questions.
From the dynamics between Quan Ye and Yu Zhao, it was apparent he treated her with no respect, often resorting to insults and abuse. Her retaliation seemed justified. Did Master Qing Yan know his disciple bullied his fellow sect members? If he did, why didn’t he intervene? Instead, he cast Yu Zhao out, labeling her unfaithful and unfilial. If he didn’t know, was he negligent as a master?
Sect Master Ji Yuan’s face lit with amusement, utterly unfazed by the sect’s scandal being aired publicly.
“Wonderful!” he exclaimed inwardly. “Such a fine display! Clearly, she learned this from my eldest disciple. Every one of those Lone Moon Peak brats deserves a slap.”
Meanwhile, Master Qing Yan’s face darkened.
“Five years on the Cliff of Reflection was too lenient,” he thought grimly.
After enduring dozens of slaps, Quan Ye finally fell silent. His lips pressed tightly together, his beast-like eyes glaring at Yu Zhao with unyielding hatred, as though he could leap at her any moment and tear her apart.
“You’re angry already?” Yu Zhao flexed her wrist. “Back when you had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, you were so thrilled that you challenged me to a duel under false pretenses and broke my right arm with a single kick. Later, you begged me in tears not to tell Master Qing Yan. I wasn’t angry then, so what right do you have to be angry now?”
Yu Zhao didn’t view Quan Ye as anything more than an annoyance. It wasn’t her plan to provoke him today—he had simply crossed her path, and she handled it as she saw fit.
Quan Ye furrowed his brows, finally recalling the incident. His instinctive reply slipped out: “That was ages ago! Why bring it up now?”
The moment he said it, he froze. The event occurred after he had saved Yu Zhao, and out of gratitude, she had never told anyone about it. How could this person know?
“What did you do to Yu Zhao?!” he demanded, his voice trembling. “That was our secret! Did you invade her soul?!”
His anger bubbled over, tears faintly glimmering in his eyes.
Yu Zhao regretted staying to argue with him. The opportunity to enter the Floating Island came only once, and she should have seized it. Sparing him another glance, she noted his swollen face, then turned to leave.
“You can’t leave!” Quan Ye suddenly lunged, grabbing for her wrist. “Tell me where Yu Zhao is!”
Boom!
Quan Ye lunged toward Yu Zhao but was instantly thrown back by a powerful force.
His fractured wrist suffered further injury, and the intense pain made him grit his teeth. Still, he stubbornly pursued her.
“Don’t leave! Tell me where Yu Zhao is!”
Bang!
Once again, he was hurled into a pile of snow. The impact sent snowflakes scattering into the air.
The sharp scent of blood mingled with the icy wind, filling his nostrils. For a moment, his mind wavered. Amidst the haze, a voice called out, crisp and clear, addressing him as Fifth Senior Brother.
It was Yu Zhao’s voice!
Quan Ye shook his head vigorously and forced himself to stand again.
“Give me back Yu Zhao!” he shouted, his eyes blazing red as he charged forward.
Unnoticed by him, a mysterious force surged into his body. His blood, bones, and meridians began undergoing a transformation under the infusion of spiritual energy.
Yu Zhao, sensing the sudden, chaotic shift in the aura behind her, frowned.
As expected of someone certified by Ye Cong Xin as possessing great fortune, Quan Ye could still rise despite her repeated suppression. The Beast King bloodline truly was remarkable.
But Yu Zhao was no longer the same person who could be easily bullied.
With a swift motion, she formed a seal with her hands and summoned a massive, spectral hand using her soul power. As Quan Ye neared, the hand clenched into a fist and struck him with incredible force.
He spun multiple times through the air before landing headfirst in the snow. The immense power reverberated through his body, leaving his internal organs feeling displaced and causing excruciating pain.
Yet the agony only drove him to madness. Dragging his battered body, he dashed toward her again.
“My junior sister… I want my junior sister…” he muttered, only to be sent flying once more.
Quan Ye, like an untiring beast, charged at Yu Zhao over and over, each time falling, each time calling her name.
Yu Zhao watched without the slightest flicker of emotion. She couldn’t fathom the source of Quan Ye’s obsession. After all, when she had been his junior sister, he had never shown her any special affection.
When it came to Ye Cong Xin, however, he was always gentle and considerate, handling her with care as if she might break. Whenever he went out, he brought back gifts for her.
It was clear that Quan Ye knew how to love someone; he just had never loved her.
So who was he putting on this performance for now?
By the time Quan Ye finally collapsed from exhaustion, Yu Zhao had already descended the mountain.
At the Endless Sea, an eerie silence hung in the air.
A group of esteemed Transformation-stage cultivators, revered throughout the cultivation world, exchanged glances but remained speechless.
None of them could discern any profound attachment Quan Ye might have for Yu Zhao. Instead, they noticed his lack of wit.
Yu Zhao had been standing right before him, yet he kept demanding to know her whereabouts. He wasn’t blind, so stupidity seemed the only explanation.
Master Qing Yan could tolerate a simple-minded brute like Quan Ye but treated the exceptional Yu Zhao with harshness?
It was puzzling—bizarre, even.
If it weren’t for fear of triggering a sudden flare-up of Master Qing Yan’s condition, Sect Master Ji Yuan might have burst into laughter.
Master Qing Yan was indulgent toward other disciples but endlessly harsh toward Yu Zhao, yet he refused to admit it.
Now, with the two compared side by side, anyone with eyes could see the truth.
Soon, he would understand what it meant to reap what he had sown. Yu Zhao’s true brilliance was yet to come!