Chapter 221: Did Master Kill Master Qing Yan?
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“What do you want, Yu Zhao? You’ve turned my disciples against one another and made them your enemies.”
Master Qing Yan’s face was filled with disdain and dislike toward Yu Zhao. After the incident with Fang Cheng Lang, his belief that she was the root of all troubles had only grown stronger. As long as she remained, Lone Moon Peak would never find peace.
Yu Zhao replied calmly, “Since leaving Lone Moon Peak, I’ve adhered to my duties and avoided contact with my former fellow disciples. Yet, they have repeatedly sought me out. Master Qing Yan, why don’t you ask them what their intentions were?”
“If you hadn’t provoked them, how could they have shamelessly sought you out?”
Fang Cheng Lang, Su Ming, and Quan Ye lowered their heads in shame. It was indeed their persistence, despite her clear refusals, that caused trouble. They had dismissed her rejections as childish tantrums.
“Master Qing Yan harbors a bias against me. There’s nothing more I can say,” Yu Zhao added.
Bias, like a mountain weighing on one’s heart, is not easily removed. But why should Yu Zhao waste her effort trying to change Master Qing Yan’s perception? He wasn’t unaware of her innocence—it was his arrogance and unwillingness to admit fault that perpetuated the misunderstanding.
“Are you truly speechless, or are you out of arguments?” Master Qing Yan pressed on relentlessly.
At this point, Sect Master Ji Yuan had had enough. “Qing Yan, stop this nonsense! Yu Zhao hasn’t done anything wrong. Why are you forcing her to confess to something she didn’t do?”
The disciples watched, holding their breaths, as Master Qing Yan and Sect Master Ji Yuan quarreled. Their growing tension made it clear why the other sects had left in such haste.
Master Qing Yan’s eyes gleamed coldly. “Ji Yuan, Yu Zhao is my discarded disciple. Must you oppose me on this?”
“Ridiculous! Yu Zhao is a disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect, not some so-called discarded disciple!”
Sect Master Ji Yuan, having long held his position, commanded great authority. His stern demeanor now reflected his years of leadership.
Angered by Ji Yuan’s insistence, Master Qing Yan let out a chilling laugh. His gaze turned frostier, and an overwhelming spiritual pressure rippled through the sky. Sect Master Ji Yuan, equally enraged, unleashed the power of a Soul Transformation Stage cultivator, igniting a fierce battle of auras. Though they deliberately avoided harming the disciples, the aftershocks alone were enough to unsettle them.
Lan Zi Yu, who had been unconscious, was jolted awake by the pressure. He groggily opened his eyes to see Master Qing Yan and Sect Master Ji Yuan glaring at each other like mortal enemies. Alarmed, he tried to retreat but found himself tightly restrained. He realized he was being carried on Quan Ye’s back, who instinctively shielded him from most of the impact.
Furious, Lan Zi Yu wanted to strangle the “fool” beneath him.
Meanwhile, Master Qing Yan struck first.
“Rising Waves.”
With a sweep of his sleeve, the mists of the Endless Sea surged forth, forming towering walls of water that crashed toward Sect Master Ji Yuan.
Unyielding, Ji Yuan stepped forward, his fists clenched like battering rams. With each swing of his right fist, the resulting gusts of wind pushed the massive waves back several meters.
The two clashed with deafening roars as Sect Master Ji Yuan’s fists connected with the towering water walls. His eyes burned with battle fervor, his stance exuding defiance.
“Explode!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sea wall shattered with a resounding crash, sending waves splashing in every direction.
Yu Zhao and her companions were immediately drenched by the tempestuous downpour. Beneath the watery curtain that formed from the seawater, Sect Master Ji Yuan and Master Qing Yan clashed once more. With her sharp eyes, Yu Zhao could barely track their battle movements and had to divert most of her focus to fend off the aftermath of their attacks. Although she appeared disheveled, she managed to hold on, unlike her companions who fared much worse.
Apart from the injured Lan Zi Yu, Ye Cong Xin, the weakest among them both in skill and physique, was already struggling before the battle even began. Now, if it weren’t for Su Ming and Pu Xing He protecting her with all their might, she would have been overwhelmed. Meanwhile, Yao Wu Ji and Si Tu Xuan, who had refused to leave earlier, found themselves in dire straits, unable to even open their eyes against the raging storm. Wang Sheng huddled at Yao Wu Ji’s feet, trembling uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the storm ceased, the rain stopped, and the clouds dispersed, revealing a rare clear sky above the Endless Sea. The group cautiously opened their eyes, only to see Sect Master Ji Yuan holding Master Qing Yan in his arms, shouting anxiously, “Wu Sang! Wu Sang! Hurry up!”
The group exchanged bewildered glances.
Zhang Jun exclaimed in disbelief, “Did Master kill Master Qing Yan?”
“Watch your tongue!” Zhou Jin Yue scolded sharply, though she discreetly swallowed nervously. Since when had their master become this powerful? Even Master Qing Yan was no match for him. But then, she wondered, had their master lost his mind? Sect Master Wu Sang had long left with the disciples of the Green Wood Sect…
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Sect Master Wu Sang suddenly appeared beside Sect Master Ji Yuan, rushing to assist. “I’m here! Let me take a look!”
The group was stunned again. Wasn’t Sect Master Wu Sang supposed to have left? How did he return with just a shout?
Yu Zhao and Yao Wu Ji exchanged silent, knowing looks. It seemed that Master Qing Yan’s old ailment had flared up again.
“It’s a case of emotional distress triggering a relapse,” Sect Master Wu Sang concluded gravely after examining Master Qing Yan and feeding him a pill.
Sect Master Ji Yuan sighed in frustration. “I should have held back my anger and waited until we returned to consult the Grand Elder.”
“How long until he regains consciousness?” Ji Yuan asked urgently.
“It’s hard to say,” Sect Master Wu Sang replied, shaking his head. “I warned him during the last diagnosis that his condition couldn’t withstand agitation. He needs complete rest. This relapse only makes things worse, and there’s little I can do.”
Sect Master Ji Yuan, visibly anxious, began pacing. “What now? What now?” His eyes suddenly fell on Yao Wu Ji, who looked like she had been dragged out of a pool. “Apothecary Nie, do you know where Hermit Bao Hua is?”
Yao Wu Ji shook her head. “I don’t know, but I can try to contact my master.”
“Please, make sure Hermit Bao Hua comes to visit the Five Elements Dao Sect.”
“I’ll do my best,” Yao Wu Ji promised.
Sect Master Ji Yuan knew deep down that even if Hermit Bao Hua arrived, there might be little she could do. However, he couldn’t bear to see Master Qing Yan lying half-dead, and he felt partly responsible for the situation. Without a solution, he wouldn’t be able to face his sect upon his return.
“All aboard the ship! We return immediately!” Ji Yuan ordered, summoning his flying boat.
Understanding the urgency, everyone quickly boarded, including Si Tu Xuan, Yao Wu Ji, Wang Sheng, and Sect Master Wu Sang. The flying boat sped toward the Five Elements Dao Sect without delay.