Chapter 217: The Invulnerable Beauty?
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“Second Senior Brother, help me!”
Lan Zi Yu was completely unaware of the danger looming over him. He stared in confusion at the panicked Ye Cong Xin. “Little Junior Sister…”
Before he could finish, an overwhelming swarm of insect beasts entered his Divine Sense range.
His pupils shrank. Stepping forward decisively, he grabbed Ye Cong Xin’s wrist with one hand, while retrieving a jade talisman from his chest with the other. Crushing it, a golden light burst forth, enveloping the two of them. They were then propelled hundreds of miles away by a mysterious force.
Among the swarm was a pitch-black insect beast. Wherever it passed, the other flying insects gave way.
Upon realizing Ye Cong Xin had escaped, it immediately led the swarm in pursuit. However, midway, the swarm abruptly paused, drawn by a peculiar fragrance.
The Insect King glanced in the direction Ye Cong Xin had fled but changed course, heading toward the source of the scent.
…
Yao Wu Ji slipped the poison sac into her Storage Space, releasing her grip. A vividly colored poisonous insect scurried away in a panic, its eight short legs moving so quickly they seemed to blur.
Yao Wu Ji chuckled softly but soon let out a frustrated sigh, her amusement replaced by helplessness.
With just over a month left before the Floating Island closed, she still hadn’t found the Longevity Tree. If she couldn’t deliver the Longevity Fruit, she’d have to take responsibility for Cui Jue.
She wondered if Yu Zhao had any good news for her.
Though burdened by the pressure, Yao Wu Ji didn’t despair. She continued her search for rare toxins in the jungle.
One day, Yao Wu Ji stumbled upon an unusual individual.
He lay motionless on the ground, covered with poisonous insects. At first, she thought he was dead.
As she approached to check who the unlucky soul was, the man suddenly sat up.
Yao Wu Ji’s heart skipped a beat when she finally saw his face.
It wasn’t for any sinister reason—he was simply the most stunningly handsome man she had ever seen. His pure, clear peach blossom eyes alone were enough to make someone as confident in her beauty as Yao Ji feel inferior.
Startled, she narrowed her eyes warily at the man.
Of the hundred individuals who had entered the Floating Island, she knew every name. None matched the man before her.
How had he gotten in?
Why was he lying naked on the ground?
Moreover, he seemed unaffected by the poisonous insects around him. His body bore no signs of poisoning.
Unusual circumstances often hide the extraordinary.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
The man lifted his gaze to her, his jade-like face filled with confusion. He opened his mouth but could only utter incomprehensible syllables: “Ah… Ah…”
“A fool?” Yao Wu Ji froze in disbelief.
“Ah! Ah!”
The man let out a few more “ah ah” sounds before grinning foolishly at Yao Wu Ji.
Yao Wu Ji always believed that someone as ruthless as herself would never fall for mere physical beauty. But when faced with the man before her, she had to admit she had spoken too soon.
It wasn’t that she was immune to allure; she simply hadn’t encountered the right kind of allure until now. This man’s appearance seemed tailor-made to captivate her every preference.
Pondering for a moment, she summoned a poisonous insect and commanded it to attack the man. To her surprise, the insect took one glance at him and recoiled in fear, folding its antennae and legs inward before retreating into its shell, trembling.
Yao Wu Ji’s eyes narrowed as she returned the trembling creature to her spirit pouch, only to summon another insect. Yet, the second one reacted in the same way.
She tested this multiple times, only to confirm that every poisonous insect she summoned was utterly terrified of the man, as if facing their natural nemesis.
Intrigued, Yao Wu Ji decided to bypass the insects entirely. She approached the man, forcibly pried open his mouth, and stuffed three venom sacs from different insect beasts inside.
The man tried to resist, but Yao Wu Ji increased her grip and snapped coldly, “Swallow them.”
Perhaps he understood her, or perhaps her fierce tone frightened him into compliance. Either way, he obediently swallowed the sacs.
One incense stick’s time passed.
The man remained unscathed, showing no signs of poisoning.
Yao Wu Ji’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
The venom sacs she used had been carefully selected, potent enough to cause immediate reactions in even Nascent Soul cultivators. Yet, this man remained unaffected.
It turned out there truly were people in this world immune to all poisons.
Yao Wu Ji’s thoughts immediately turned to her master, Hermit Bao Hua, who wandered the cultivation world. Offering this man to her master might compel the elder to intercede with Master Qing Yan, who was notorious for being petty and difficult.
Rubbing her chin, Yao Wu Ji let out a sinister chuckle.
The man looked at her in confusion, his smooth skin breaking out in goosebumps.
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“The Floating Island is about to close. Qing Yan, do you have anything else to say?”
Sect Master Ji Yuan stood tall, his gaze filled with smug triumph as he looked at Master Qing Yan.
When Qing Yan had used the unethical Water Mirror Technique to ruin Yu Zhao’s reputation, he should have anticipated the possibility of backlash.
Other sect masters, no longer silent as they once were, voiced their dissatisfaction with Master Qing Yan, lending their support to Sect Master Ji Yuan.
Qing Yan’s expression remained stoic. “Yu Zhao has been on the Floating Island, alone and unwatched. Her actions and demeanor could easily be a façade.”
The crowd frowned.
Since Yu Zhao had been under their constant surveillance while on the island, there was no chance for her to fake her behavior. Qing Yan’s argument sounded like a desperate excuse.
Sect Master Ji Yuan’s eyes burned with fury. “Even now, you refuse to admit your mistake. You’re blind to the truth because of your arrogance. Regardless, I’ve decided—Yu Zhao will be my disciple!”
Qing Yan’s expression darkened. “Smooth-talking hypocrites often hide deceitful hearts. You’ve been deceived by her façade.”
Sect Master Ji Yuan almost laughed in exasperation. Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves to settle the matter, Sect Master Bai Lian pulled him back.
“Hold on. Yu Zhao and Lan Zi Yu are at it again.”
Sect Master Ji Yuan immediately turned his attention to the Water Mirror, where the stunning profile of his eldest disciple, Zhou Jin Yue, was displayed.
His anger dissipated in an instant, replaced by pride. Puffing out his chest, he wished he could announce to the entire cultivation world that Zhou Jin Yue was his disciple.
After admiring the scene for a while, he finally noticed the dazed-looking boy next to her—his second disciple, Zhang Jun.
Ji Yuan sighed in disdain and shifted his gaze away. His eldest disciple was still the most pleasing to the eye.
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On the Floating Island, Yu Zhao, Zhou Jin Yue, and Zhang Jun stood on one side. Opposite them were Lan Zi Yu, Quan Ye, and Ye Cong Xin.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
Ye Cong Xin scrutinized Yu Zhao from head to toe. Seeing her radiant and glowing appearance, even her hair shimmering with an ethereal light, Ye Cong Xin felt a mix of envy and resentment.
Why had she been hounded by insect beasts on the island, forced to flee like a stray dog, while Yu Zhao explored the secret realm leisurely and unscathed?
Fate truly favored Yu Zhao unfairly, bestowing her with all good qualities and denying others even a sliver.
“Senior Sister Yu, I’m sorry,” Ye Cong Xin finally said, her voice trembling with emotion.