Chapter 228: She Can Beat Ten of Your Kind
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Quan Ye didn’t notice anything unusual about Ye Cong Xin, letting out a sigh of relief. “That damned guy dared to hurt my junior sister! I’ll skin him alive!”
Grabbing the man by his collar, he was just about to strike when a woman’s voice rang out from the distance.
“Stop!”
Yao Wu Ji leapt over in a few swift movements, landing before the trio with a dark expression. “Wang Sheng is one of mine. What do you think you’re doing?”
Upon seeing Yao Wu Ji, the madness in Wang Sheng’s eyes dissipated, replaced by his usual innocent and confused look. Reaching out to Yao Wu Ji, he made unintelligible cries.
Cui Jue’s expression darkened when he saw Yao Wu Ji, but he remained silent.
Quan Ye’s fury surged. “Your man nearly choked my junior sister to death! I demand his life in return!”
Yao Wu Ji glanced at Ye Cong Xin, who was still sitting on the ground. Her gaze lingered momentarily on Ye Cong Xin’s charred neck, but she seemed indifferent. “She’s not dead, is she? Besides, Wang Sheng is the purest person I know. He never attacks anyone without reason. It must have been Ye Cong Xin who provoked him, causing him to lose control.”
“Ridiculous! My junior sister didn’t do anything!”
“And you expect me to take your word for it? Of course, you’d side with her since you’re on the same team.”
With Hermit Bao Hua’s influence in the Five Elements Dao Sect, Yao Wu Ji didn’t take the group before her seriously. She had also been hearing plenty about Yu Zhao and the Lone Moon Peak recently. To her, everyone from Lone Moon Peak was no good.
If Wang Sheng had truly killed someone, it would have been a mess to clean up. But since Ye Cong Xin survived, did they expect Wang Sheng to pay with his life?
“Don’t forget, your Master Qing Yan is still waiting for my master’s help. If you don’t let him go now, I can’t guarantee what I’ll say in front of her.”
Yao Wu Ji’s blatant threat made Quan Ye hesitate.
Quan Ye glanced at Ye Cong Xin, who had tears in her eyes as she shook her head at him. She meant to tell him not to worry about Master Qing Yan and to avenge her no matter what. But her considerate image was too deeply ingrained in everyone’s minds. Quan Ye misunderstood her gesture, thinking she was urging him to prioritize the bigger picture. Swallowing his anger, he released Wang Sheng.
Once freed, Wang Sheng ran to Yao Wu Ji, clutching her sleeve with a frightened look.
Patting his head, Yao Wu Ji sneered, “Good that you know your place,” and strutted away with Wang Sheng in tow.
Ye Cong Xin almost fainted from anger.
Useless! They’re all useless! A bunch of unreliable fools!
Her nails dug deep into her palms as her wavering resolve solidified. If people dared to treat them like this while Master Qing Yan was still alive, what would happen if he died? Would she even have a place in the Five Elements Dao Sect?
She had to get her hands on that medicine bottle!
“Junior Sister, your neck injury…” Quan Ye clumsily helped Ye Cong Xin up, his heart aching with guilt. He hadn’t been able to protect her.
Ye Cong Xin also worried whether her wound would leave a scar. Suppressing her hatred, she cast a pitiful look at Cui Jue. “Fourth Senior Brother, it hurts so much. Do you have any ointment for external injuries?”
In the past, Cui Jue would have offered it without her asking. Since he didn’t, she decided to ask directly. Surely, he wouldn’t refuse.
But Cui Jue did refuse. He didn’t even speak, merely shaking his head indifferently.
Hatred flashed in Ye Cong Xin’s eyes, nearly tangible.
Quan Ye, oblivious as ever, said, “If you don’t have any, just make some for Junior Sister. It shouldn’t be too hard for you.”
Cui Jue replied coldly, “I swore a poison oath before I was poisoned. From now on, I’ll never touch an alchemy furnace again. Find someone else.”
After saying those words, he walked away decisively, his figure firm and unyielding.
Quan Ye was immediately distracted by his words, puzzled. “Why stop refining pills? Isn’t Fourth Senior Brother a prodigy in alchemy?”
Ye Cong Xin lowered her gaze, her fingertips digging crescent-shaped marks into her palm.
It was Yu Zhao!
It had to be for Yu Zhao! Only Yu Zhao could make him willingly give up everything he had now! No matter how hard she tried to play the role of Yu Zhao, it couldn’t compare to the place Yu Zhao held in his heart.
Ye Cong Xin’s thoughts drifted to the arrogant Yao Wu Ji. She and Yu Zhao were quite close. That man named Wang Sheng must have been acting on Yao Wu Ji’s orders when he attacked her so viciously. The purpose, of course, was to vent for Yu Zhao. They all wanted her dead.
But she was determined to live better than any of them!
“Fifth Senior Brother,” Ye Cong Xin lifted her head again, a string of crystalline tears silently falling. “I have no grudge against Yao Wu Ji. Do you think she might have done it for Senior Sister Yu?”
“Impossible!”
Quan Ye responded with disbelief, rejecting the notion outright.
Ye Cong Xin’s sorrowful expression froze on her face. Quan Ye, seemingly unaware, tried to comfort her nonchalantly. “Little Junior Sister, I know you don’t get along with Yu Zhao, but she’s not the type to play tricks behind people’s backs. If she doesn’t like someone, she’ll just punch them directly. Someone like you? She could handle ten at once.”
Quan Ye wasn’t trying to defend Yu Zhao. He was just expressing his honest opinion. Recalling the times he was repeatedly beaten into the snow by Yu Zhao, he felt a tingling pain all over his body, as if reliving an electric shock.
This time, Ye Cong Xin cried for real, her tears genuine and heartfelt. Even the dim-witted Quan Ye had betrayed her. There was no one she could rely on. She had to depend on herself to reclaim everything.
“System, buy me that potion.”
Ding! Transaction complete!
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“Speak! Why did you attack Ye Cong Xin?”
Wang Sheng looked at Yao Wu Ji with innocent, clear eyes. Yao Wu Ji responded by slapping him so hard his head tilted to the side.
Her voice was icy, “Don’t play dumb.”
Although Yao Wu Ji hadn’t witnessed Wang Sheng choking Ye Cong Xin with her own eyes, the lingering energy in the courtyard and the wounds on Ye Cong Xin’s body confirmed it was his doing. She had once shown leniency, thinking Wang Sheng’s amnesia made him harmless. Now she realized she had been deceived by his flawless acting.
Her poison was useless against Wang Sheng. On the contrary, he posed a significant threat to her. Realizing she’d harbored such an unstable factor, Yao Wu Ji felt a chill of fear.
Her master had been right—she wasn’t ruthless enough.
Wang Sheng turned his head back, stunned, then suddenly burst into loud sobs. Tears and snot flowed together, making him look pitiful.
Yao Wu Ji watched coldly, unmoved.
“Pain… it hurts,” Wang Sheng whined, trying to grab the corner of Yao Wu Ji’s sleeve.
She swatted his hand away. “Deny it all you want. It doesn’t matter. Soon, I’ll hand you over to my master. She has plenty of ways to make you talk.”
Despite her words, Wang Sheng maintained his clueless and innocent expression. Fed up, Yao Wu Ji decided to deliver him straight to Hermit Bao Hua.
Hermit Bao Hua, intrigued by Wang Sheng’s immunity to poison, accepted the gift with a smile.
“Medicine… medicine…” Wang Sheng’s gaze followed Yao Wu Ji as she left, his tone filled with reluctant longing.
Without looking back, Yao Wu Ji strode away. She had made a mistake once before and would never allow herself to make the same mistake again.