Chapter 260: She’s Not Like the Others
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The little fox wasn’t lying.
Among the many untransformed Nine-Tailed Foxes, it was the cleverest one.
Unlike the other foxes, who were quickly won over by Yu Zhao’s dried fish and spilled their secrets without hesitation, this fox was cautious. By the time the elder of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan arrived, Yu Zhao knew even the smallest details, like which fox had a tuft of red fur in its tail.
The Nine-Tailed Fox Elder, a Four-Tailed Sun Fox with piercing eyes, was far from friendly toward Yu Zhao. She scolded the younger foxes hovering around Yu Zhao and led her to a wooden hut nearby. “This will be your resting place. Green Hill Mountain has its rules. Do not wander unnecessarily,” she said curtly before leaving.
Yu Zhao didn’t mind the elder’s attitude. As she prepared to enter the room, she heard labored breathing coming from the adjacent hut. A sweep of her divine sense revealed the source: Quan Ye.
He was in the throes of another transformation, his bloodline force reconstructing his body. Yet, his body was clearly struggling to endure the violent energy, leaving him drenched in cold sweat and writhing in pain.
Memories of her previous life surged back to Yu Zhao.
Back then, when Quan Ye’s bloodline awakened, he had suffered terribly. Yu Zhao tried countless ways to ease his pain, but with little success. When his bloodline finally overwhelmed him, he lost his mind and lashed out violently, seeing her as his mortal enemy. Despite her weaker cultivation, Yu Zhao fought fiercely, sacrificing half her life to survive his frenzied assault.
It was only when her blood accidentally entered his mouth that his condition stabilized. This discovery led her to use her own blood to save him.
Afterward, Yu Zhao had expected at least some gratitude from Quan Ye. Instead, she was met with disdain and resentment. He accused her of feeding him blood without his consent. Even during his recovery at Spirit Mountain, he tormented her deliberately, pushing her to the point that even the White Peacock Clan grew sympathetic and intervened.
Yu Zhao often wondered why good intentions led to such hostility.
Now, she understood. Not everyone deserved kindness. People like Quan Ye took others’ sincerity for granted, criticized it, and demanded more. Such people weren’t worth the effort.
So, as the sounds of Quan Ye’s suffering intensified, Yu Zhao entered her room, set up a soundproof barrier, and ignored him entirely.
Not far away, Bai Ling and Jiu Wei watched the scene unfold.
“I told you, she’s not like the others,” Bai Ling remarked, a sly smile playing on his handsome face.
Jiu Wei also smiled, but hers didn’t reach her eyes. “That man next door is her former senior brother. If she won’t help even him, why would she care about the lives of the demonic race?”
“She has no reason to act for us, but she might for her own people,” Bai Ling countered. “Besides, she has already severed ties with Master Qing Yan. Her former sect members treated her cruelly. If she stepped in now, it would only make her seem overly compassionate.”
This time, Jiu Wei didn’t argue. If Yu Zhao had rushed to Quan Ye’s aid, Jiu Wei would have been more disappointed. Compassionate people lacked the determination needed to mend the Heavenly Ladder.
“We’ll continue observing her,” Jiu Wei decided after some thought.
Bai Ling had no objections. He had brought Yu Zhao here and wouldn’t abandon her. Besides, he had his own reasons for staying—his gaze occasionally drifting to Jiu Wei’s flat stomach, silently calculating his chances of securing his place through a potential heir.
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While Yu Zhao was undergoing scrutiny at Green Hill Mountain, Ye Cong Xin emerged from seclusion at Lone Moon Peak. Her rejuvenated body radiated vitality, and her eyes shone with elation.
For years, Ye Cong Xin had despised her frail, broken body, each relapse a form of torture. Watching Yu Zhao, full of potential yet wasting her talents on trivialities, had only deepened her resentment toward the unfairness of fate.
But fortune had smiled on her. With the system’s help, she was on the path to rewriting her destiny. Unlike Yu Zhao, she wouldn’t squander her talents. She would seize every opportunity to rise, no matter the cost.
“How much luck does Lan Zi Yu have left?” she asked the system.
Ding! Assisting the host in breaking through to the Golden Core stage deducted 4,000 points. Lan Zi Yu’s current luck value is 4,000 points.
Ye Cong Xin frowned. “Wasn’t his total luck value 9,000? Why is 1,000 missing?”
Ding! While the host was in seclusion, Lan Zi Yu lost a duel to Quan Ye, significantly damaging his reputation and creating flaws in his Dao heart. His luck value dropped as a result.
“Useless! He still managed to cause trouble while I was away,” Ye Cong Xin snapped. Losing 1,000 points of luck left her in a foul mood.
The remaining 4,000 points wouldn’t be enough to support her breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage. Lan Zi Yu had outlived his usefulness. It was time to choose a new target.
Ding! Friendly reminder: Su Ming, Quan Ye, and Master Qing Yan are all absent from the Five Elements Dao Sect. Please select another target.
Ye Cong Xin’s brief excitement deflated instantly. “System, scan the remaining members of the sect. Who has the highest luck value?”
Ding! The top-ranked individual is Zhou Jin Yue, with a luck value of 16,000 points. Second place goes to…
“Wait! Why is Zhou Jin Yue’s luck value so high?” Ye Cong Xin exclaimed in disbelief.
Previously, only senior members like the sect master and elders outshone Su Ming and Cui Jue. Zhou Jin Yue’s luck value had been mediocre at best. How had it skyrocketed?
Ding! Two days ago, Zhou Jin Yue entered seclusion to prepare for a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage. Based on system calculations, her chances of success are 80%. Additionally, Sect Master Ji Yuan has begun grooming her as the next sect leader, significantly boosting her influence and reputation.
As Zhou Jin Yue’s status rose, so did her luck value. The system’s explanation was irrefutable.
“Why her?!” Ye Cong Xin gritted her teeth, fury bubbling within.