Chapter 218: Ye Cong Xin Must Die Today!
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Ye Cong Xin suddenly spoke up, her voice trembling.
Everyone instinctively turned to look at her. Tears were streaming down her face, as if a dam had broken within her.
“Senior Sister Yu,” she began, her tone earnest and laden with guilt. “I’ve always wanted to apologize to you. It’s because of me that you ended up estranged from our senior brothers. I’ve affected your relationships… I’m so sorry.”
Her sincerity was palpable. She trembled lightly, looking as fragile as a delicate flower swaying in the wind.
Lan Zi Yu and Quan Ye were visibly moved by her words.
“Junior Sister, you don’t need to apologize,” Lan Zi Yu reassured her gently. “This was never your fault!” His comforting tone quickly shifted as he glared daggers at Yu Zhao. “It’s someone else’s problem—climbing up the social ladder without a second thought, eager to sever ties with us.”
“Second Senior Brother, don’t speak like that. Senior Sister Yu probably isn’t that kind of person,” Ye Cong Xin interjected, her words superficially kind but laced with malice.
Though Lan Zi Yu tried to maintain some decorum, Ye Cong Xin’s straightforward mention of Yu Zhao’s name left no doubt about her intent. Her hostility was clear as day.
Since the confrontation at the Black Prison, Yu Zhao had avoided one-on-one interactions with Ye Cong Xin. Now, watching her theatrics, Yu Zhao felt no anger—only a spark of curiosity. She even stopped Zhou Jin Yue from intervening when he tried to defuse the situation.
With only one day left before the Floating Island would seal itself off, Yu Zhao figured she might as well let Ye Cong Xin provide some entertainment.
Yu Zhao’s amused expression was so apparent that it caused Ye Cong Xin to falter briefly. Still, Ye Cong Xin soldiered on, letting out a soft whimper before collapsing into Lan Zi Yu’s arms.
“Second Senior Brother, don’t speak ill of Senior Sister Yu. It pains me to hear it,” she murmured weakly.
“You’re too kind for your own good, Junior Sister!” Lan Zi Yu lamented as he held her, his tone heavy with grief and frustration.
“Pfft.”
Yu Zhao couldn’t hold back anymore—she laughed outright.
The dramatic duo turned their glares on her.
“Sorry, sorry. Please, carry on. Don’t mind me,” Yu Zhao waved them off with a casual smile.
But the flow of emotions between Lan Zi Yu and Ye Cong Xin had already been disrupted beyond repair. They exchanged awkward glances, unsure how to proceed.
“Yu Zhao, you did that on purpose!” Lan Zi Yu exploded, his face darkening with rage.
“Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right,” Yu Zhao replied, nodding perfunctorily.
“You’re vile! You’ll never measure up to Junior Sister!”
“True, true. Your Junior Sister is the best,” Yu Zhao agreed without skipping a beat.
Trying to engage them in a rational conversation was pointless. Yu Zhao found that mocking them instead yielded much better results. Judging by Lan Zi Yu’s thunderous expression, her method seemed to be working perfectly.
Zhou Jin Yue, watching from the side, couldn’t help but stifle his laughter. It was clear to him now that Yu Zhao had completely moved on from her past. The people from Lone Moon Peak could no longer harm her—not even a little.
“Yu Zhao, you—”
“Eldest Senior Brother!”
Quan Ye’s excited shout interrupted Lan Zi Yu mid-sentence.
Lan Zi Yu turned his head to see Fang Cheng Lang and Su Ming approaching at top speed. Fang Cheng Lang’s expression was grim—a look Lan Zi Yu had never seen before.
Caught off guard, Lan Zi Yu sneered at Yu Zhao. “Eldest Senior Brother is here. You’re done for!”
Ye Cong Xin lowered her head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. A fleeting smile played on her lips.
Zhou Jin Yue and Zhang Jun shifted subtly, positioning themselves protectively in front of Yu Zhao. With them standing guard, not a single strand of her hair would be touched.
Everyone assumed Fang Cheng Lang was coming for Yu Zhao. None of them expected him to draw his Life-Bonded Flying Sword the moment he arrived and point it directly at Ye Cong Xin.
“Demonic woman, prepare to die!”
Ye Cong Xin: !
Yu Zhao: !!
Everyone else: !!!
The moment the words were spoken, a sword light shot forth from the distance.
The sharp sword energy sliced through the air, creating a piercing whistle.
“Senior Brother! Have you lost your mind?”
Su Ming landed behind Fang Cheng Lang, helplessly watching as he attacked their Little Junior Sister. Unable to stop him, Su Ming could only let out an enraged roar.
Lan Zi Yu and Quan Ye snapped back to their senses at Su Ming’s outburst. One of them pulled out a Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute, playing a tune to counter the attack, while the other grabbed Ye Cong Xin around her waist and swiftly moved her out of harm’s way.
The incoming sword energy, though weakened layer by layer, still struck Lan Zi Yu in the chest.
With a loud cry, Lan Zi Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Yu Zhao and the others gasped in shock.
Fang Cheng Lang hadn’t held back his sword strike at all. He truly intended to kill Ye Cong Xin.
Cold sweat drenched Ye Cong Xin’s back.
She couldn’t comprehend why Fang Cheng Lang would suddenly attack her. But one thing was clear—if Lan Zi Yu hadn’t taken the hit for her, she would have died.
“Senior Brother! Stop! If you continue, you’ll violate the sect rules and be punished!” Su Ming, summoning all his strength, finally caught up with Fang Cheng Lang. Clinging tightly to Fang Cheng Lang’s leg, his face was filled with panic as he tried to persuade him.
Fang Cheng Lang remained unmoved, his killing intent focused entirely on Ye Cong Xin.
Today, Ye Cong Xin must die.
Dragged along the ground by Fang Cheng Lang, Su Ming’s mind was in chaos. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Zhou Jin Yue on the other side.
It felt like salvation.
“Senior Sister Zhou! Help me stop Senior Brother!” he shouted.
Zhou Jin Yue exchanged a look with Zhang Jun, signaling him to check on Lan Zi Yu. She then stepped forward to block Fang Cheng Lang’s path.
“Fang Cheng Lang, I don’t know what you’ve been through, but as long as you remain a disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect, you must abide by its rules. You’re well aware of the consequences of harming a fellow disciple. Don’t knowingly break the rules. Even Master Qing Yan won’t be able to shield you.”
Did Zhou Jin Yue like Ye Cong Xin?
The answer was no.
But that didn’t mean she’d stand by and watch Fang Cheng Lang kill her.
As the Grand Senior Sister of the sect, Zhou Jin Yue’s duty was to protect every disciple, regardless of personal feelings.
Fang Cheng Lang’s expression grew complicated as he stared at Zhou Jin Yue standing unharmed before him.
In his previous life, after Zhou Jin Yue’s death, he had taken her place in the sect, officially becoming the Senior Brother. Yet under his deliberate negligence and manipulations, Yu Zhao had gradually become the enemy of the entire sect.
Compared to Zhou Jin Yue, Fang Cheng Lang had been a failure as Senior Brother.
His face turned bitter. “Senior Sister Zhou, I didn’t mean to defy the sect rules, but please believe me—Ye Cong Xin is a sinister presence. She can siphon—”
Halfway through his sentence, Fang Cheng Lang suddenly found himself unable to speak.
He instantly realized that Ye Cong Xin was behind this.
His eyes widened in fury.
Sure enough, Ye Cong Xin had already allied with a sinister entity. He hadn’t wronged her.
Ding! Warning! Warning! The host’s identity is about to be exposed. To ensure the host’s safety, the system has activated forced muting. The host must resolve this crisis immediately. Repeating: the host’s identity is about to be exposed…
The system’s cold, mechanical voice echoed relentlessly in Ye Cong Xin’s mind.
Her face turned pale, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.
Was her identity truly about to be revealed?
Impossible!
No one could perceive the existence of the system or know about her transactions to plunder others’ fortune.
How did Fang Cheng Lang find out? And where had he learned this?
Could there be a second person who knew?
Countless speculations crushed Ye Cong Xin’s breathing, making her feel suffocated. Yet the system’s warnings reminded her of the urgency. The system’s existence could not be exposed. She had to find a way to clear herself of suspicion.
“Senior Brother, I know you prefer Senior Sister Yu, but that doesn’t mean you should frame me for her sake!”