Chapter 246: Dirty Things Shall Not Defile My Senior Sister Zhou
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Yao Wu Ji’s words immediately sparked a strong sense of crisis in Si Tu Xuan.
Indeed, Yu Zhao had friends scattered across the cultivation world. If he chose to stagnate and stand still, he would have no face to continue calling himself her friend.
Let alone the unspeakable feelings he harbored for Yu Zhao.
Si Tu Xuan took another glance at the smoke-shrouded area below before turning to leave.
Surprised, Yao Wu Ji asked, “Si Tu Xuan, why are you leaving?”
“I need to make the most of my time to train.”
Si Tu Xuan’s voice faded into the wind as he walked away.
Yao Wu Ji froze momentarily, then glared angrily in the direction he left.
“Fine! Even now, you’re thinking about training to surpass me? Dream on!”
Abandoning the idea of staying to wait for the result, she turned and entered the cave.
Yu Zhao’s strength was not something she needed to worry about. It was better to focus on improving herself.
…
Yu Zhao stepped out of the stone cave.
A sense of triumph, as though everything lay beneath her feet, surged through her heart.
She stretched out her palm and clenched her fingers into a fist.
The air resounded with crackling sonic booms.
With a mere thought, she vanished in the blink of an eye, reappearing in front of Yao Wu Ji.
Just as she was about to speak, Yao Wu Ji walked past her, pretending not to notice.
Yu Zhao was momentarily stunned.
She was certain Yao Wu Ji had seen her. Why then was she acting as if she hadn’t?
“Yao Wu Ji…”
Yao Wu Ji whipped around abruptly, her voice sharp. “Yu Zhao, you’ve formed your Nascent Soul?”
“Yes, I—”
Yu Zhao wanted to inform Yao Wu Ji that she planned to leave the Nine Abyss Secret Realm and would not be traveling with her. But before she could finish, Yao Wu Ji curled her lips and interrupted.
“How impressive. As expected of an elite disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect. Not something us wandering cultivators can compare to.”
The smile on Yu Zhao’s lips faded, replaced by an icy expression.
“You’re not Yao Wu Ji.”
The proud Yao Wu Ji would never utter such sarcastic words.
“What do you mean by that, Yu Zhao?! You think being a Nascent Soul cultivator gives you the right to look down on others?” Yao Wu Ji retorted angrily.
She flung the spirit herbs she had just picked at Yu Zhao’s feet.
Yu Zhao remained unmoved.
With a flick of her finger, a streak of spiritual light shot towards Yao Wu Ji.
Yao Wu Ji’s expression shifted. She slapped her spirit pet pouch, summoning a red spider that landed by her side. Grabbing into the air with her left hand, she conjured a crimson silk ribbon.
Yu Zhao’s gaze flickered momentarily.
Whether it was Yao Wu Ji or her summoned spirit pet, Red Jade, they were identical to her memory—no discernible flaws.
Could she have been mistaken?
But in an instant, Yu Zhao dismissed the thought. This was not the Yao Wu Ji she knew.
An imitation would always be a fake, no matter how convincing.
“Yu Zhao, I hate that calm, indifferent look of yours! You were expelled by Master Qing Yan, reduced to a stray dog, so how dare you form your Nascent Soul before me! I won’t accept it!”
As Yao Wu Ji’s furious tirade filled the air, the spiritual light pierced through the spider’s web and struck the crimson ribbon on her chest.
The immense force traveled through the ribbon, slamming into her chest, sending her body flying before it crashed heavily to the ground.
“Pfft!”
Bright red blood sprayed from her lips.
A drop landed on the back of Yu Zhao’s hand, faintly warm to the touch.
Every detail seemed to confirm that this was no illusion.
“Yu Daoist!”
Footsteps approached rapidly.
Si Tu Xuan appeared, his face frozen in shock at the scene inside the cave.
“Si Tu… Xuan… Yu Zhao… is trying to kill me…” Yao Wu Ji gasped, blood pouring from her throat, occasionally mixed with fragments of internal organs.
Si Tu Xuan, though at a loss, stood resolutely on Yu Zhao’s side.
“Yu Daoist wouldn’t attack you for no reason. Yao Wu Ji, did you do something out of line to provoke her?”
Yao Wu Ji trembled with rage, struggling to speak clearly. “Si Tu Xuan, dare you swear you don’t envy Yu Zhao? You’re the young master of the Si Tu family, yet you can’t surpass a discarded disciple of a sect. Are you truly content?”
Si Tu Xuan fell silent.
Yao Wu Ji let out a cold laugh. “She’s not like us.”
Though Si Tu Xuan said nothing, the flicker of doubt in his eyes betrayed his unease.
Yu Zhao sighed.
While she didn’t know Si Tu Xuan as well as Yao Wu Ji, she was confident he wasn’t the type to harbor petty jealousy or resentment. If he truly had issues with her, he wouldn’t remain silent when others criticized her. He would voice his concerns directly rather than feigning neutrality.
Yu Zhao concluded that she had likely encountered a Heart Demon Tribulation.
Typically, cultivators faced this tribulation during the fragmentation of their golden core. But for some reason, hers had manifested quietly after reaching the pinnacle of Nascent Soul formation.
The danger lay in her joy at breaking through, which could make her overlook subtle abnormalities.
Yu Zhao felt fortunate that her first tribulation test involved Yao Wu Ji and Si Tu Xuan, whose characters she trusted. If it had been those from Lone Moon Peak, she might have underestimated them and fallen into their trap.
“Yu Zhao, Yao Wu Ji is in this state, and you’re still smiling? No wonder everyone says you’re cold and unsociable, unlike your considerate junior sister. Perhaps you should reflect on yourself.”
Si Tu Xuan’s accusatory words interrupted her thoughts.
Yu Zhao chuckled. “Are you done?”
“Yes.”
“Then you may die now.”
Without hesitation, Yu Zhao twisted Si Tu Xuan’s neck.
His words had no power to hurt her, only deepening her speculation.
“Yu Zhao… You won’t… have a good end…”
Before Yao Wu Ji could finish her final words, Yu Zhao sent her on her way as well.
Their bodies lay before her, but she merely glanced at them indifferently before turning to leave.
However, as she turned, she met a pair of complicated eyes.
“Little Six, did you kill them?” Fang Cheng Lang’s pained voice reached her.
Yu Zhao raised a bored brow, unwilling to entertain him. She swiftly snapped his neck.
As she crossed over Fang Cheng Lang’s corpse, others—Lan Zi Yu, Su Ming, Cui Jue, Quan Ye—each appeared, shouting accusations.
Annoyed by their interruptions, Yu Zhao chose the simplest solution: delivering a punch to send them all on their way.
Then came Zhou Jin Yue.
Yu Zhao halted her steps and smiled—bitterly this time.
If there was one person in the cultivation world she would entrust her life to, it was always Senior Sister Zhou.
When the entire world pointed fingers at her, Senior Sister Zhou was the only one who never distanced herself or judged her based on rumors.
“Dirty things shall not defile my Senior Sister Zhou.”