Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Can You Stop Being So Dramatic
“Silence.” Elder Luo kept a straight face, but the joy at the corners of his eyes could not be hidden, as he said: “The evaluation is over. We invite the Sect Master.”

“We invite the Sect Master.”

The Greenwood Sect disciples all bowed together and performed the disciple salute.

Sect Master Wu Sang stood up to give his speech.

When Yu Zhao saw Sect Master Wu Sang, her brows lifted slightly.

In her previous life, she had seen him once at the Cultivation World Grand Tournament.

Back then, Sect Master Wu Sang’s brows had been tightly furrowed. He had always looked weighed down by worries, not like now, full of spirit and energy.

The face was clearly the same, yet his condition was completely different, as if he had become several years younger.

Could this be a change brought about by Mu Ye’s victory?

He said: “Alchemy Hall disciple Mu Ye has innate comprehension and outstanding talent, with the bearing of our Ancestor. Today, after discussing with the elders, we appoint Mu Ye as the Young Sect Master of Greenwood Sect. May she stride forward with vigor and carry Greenwood’s name to greater fame.”

“Stride forward with vigor and carry Greenwood’s name high!”

“Stride forward with vigor and carry Greenwood’s name high!”

“Stride forward with vigor and carry Greenwood’s name high!”

“Greenwood Sect disciples greet the Young Sect Master!”

The voices of the Greenwood Sect disciples surged like a tidal wave, echoing over the Sect Plaza.

Yu Zhao could not help being swept up in the atmosphere. She felt her blood boil.

Mu Ye’s eyes were wet with tears. She was a little at a loss, and her mind was completely blank.

Zhao Liang, Tian Han, and the others looked ashen.

They had offended the Young Sect Master. Their future was dark.

Wang Qian’s eyes were bloodshot. Unable to accept reality, he shut his eyes and literally fainted from anger.

“Young Sect Master, everyone is waiting for you.”

Seeing Mu Ye standing there in a daze, Elder Luo reminded her with a cheerful smile.

Mu Ye snapped back to herself. She first bowed to the sect master and elders on the platform with a disciple’s salute. Then she turned and gave a formal bow to her fellow disciples.

Then she straightened up and called out in a clear voice: “Disciple Mu Ye will not fail your trust!”

“Young Sect Master!”

“Young Sect Master!”

“Young Sect Master!”

The Greenwood Sect disciples cheered once more.

Sect Master Wu Sang and Elder Lian exchanged a look. Their smiles reached their eyes.

Elder Wang forced the corners of his mouth up. His smile was extremely stiff.

The overall situation was already settled. No matter how unwilling he was, what could he do?

Mu Ye now represented the face of the entire sect. She was no longer a young disciple he could handle at will.

Once he returned to Herb Peak, he planned to send Zhao Liang to open up herb fields at the back mountain and prepare a generous gift, hoping Mu Ye would not hold a grudge against him.

After the Young Sect Master was decided, the Disciple Assessment officially ended. When Sect Master Wu Sang and Elder Lian rose to leave, they called Mu Ye to go with them.

Yu Zhao had nowhere to go, so she decided to stay in the Sect Plaza and wait for Mu Ye to return.

It did not take long for her to regret it.

She had forgotten that there was someone in Greenwood Sect she did not want to see.

“Li… Junior Sister Yu.”

Fang Cheng Lang’s voice was a little hoarse and low, like a plucked zither string, carrying a tremor he could not hide.

Yu Zhao curled her lips, turned around with an easy expression, and met his gaze: “Senior Brother Fang.”

Yu Zhao had ignored him several times before, so when Fang Cheng Lang took the initiative to speak, he actually no longer held any hope.

But when Yu Zhao responded, he found that he was not happy at all. Instead, he felt even sadder.

Yu Zhao avoiding him meant that she held hatred in her heart.

To him, hatred was still better than this current calm indifference.

“A’Jue… A’Jue has been poisoned…”

Fear rose in Fang Cheng Lang’s heart, and he blurted out Cui Jue’s situation without thinking.

He thought that A’Jue had always been very close with Little Six. Little Six should worry when she heard this.

Yet Yu Zhao only looked at him calmly and said: “So?”

“C-can you go see him? He kept calling your name even when he fainted.”

“He brought this on himself. What can I do if I go? Can he stop being so dramatic?”

Hearing those familiar words come from Yu Zhao’s mouth, Fang Cheng Lang’s pupils shrank. He stared at her in disbelief.

[Little Six… Little Six, why would she say that?]

[Did she have the same dream?]

Fang Cheng Lang’s intense reaction also made Yu Zhao wary.

The words she had just spoken were actually something Cui Jue had said to her before.

Back then, Fifth Senior Brother Quan Ye had been provoked by Ye Cong Xin and deliberately used a spar as an excuse to break her right arm and collarbone, mocking that she had nothing but scheming and only average strength.

She had been wronged and in pain and had wanted to talk to Cui Jue, but he shut her out and had Fang Cheng Lang pass those very words to her.

From then on, Yu Zhao never complained about hardship or tiredness again.

Because she knew that on Lone Moon Peak, there was no one who would feel sorry for her.

Now she had only repeated Cui Jue’s words word for word. Why was Fang Cheng Lang reacting so strongly?

Doubt slowly rose in Yu Zhao’s heart.

She was hesitating over whether to ask the reason when an energetic male voice cut off her thoughts.

“Daoist Friend Fang, I am You Fei, a Martial Hall disciple of Greenwood Sect. I have heard that Daoist Friend Fang is known as the Gentleman Sword. I wonder if I have the honor of learning from you?”

A man with a defiant look led several Martial Hall disciples and blocked the space behind Fang Cheng Lang.

The Greenwood Sect disciples who had not yet left stopped at once when they heard the voice and looked over curiously.

Fang Cheng Lang smoothed away his panic and politely saluted: “Being able to spar with Daoist Friend You would be my honor. However, my injuries have not yet healed, so it is not convenient for me to use spirit power. I hope Daoist Friend You can understand.”

Being outside his own sect and needing Greenwood Sect’s elders to treat Cui Jue, Fang Cheng Lang kept his attitude very low.

But to You Fei and the others, his humility looked like lofty arrogance.

You Fei let out a cold laugh and said: “You people of Five Elements Dao Sect call yourselves number one in the cultivation world, yet you do not even have the courage for a single fight? Is your reputation all hot air?”

Yu Zhao, who had been planning to stand by and watch the show, frowned.

It was not wrong for You Fei to challenge Fang Cheng Lang, but he should not drag the entire Five Elements Dao Sect into it.

Fang Cheng Lang’s expression hardened and he said: “Daoist Friend You, this has nothing to do with my sect. It is my fault. I must ask you to watch your words.”

You Fei did not know that besides Fang Cheng Lang, there was another disciple of Five Elements Dao Sect here.

He only knew that it was rare to meet a disciple of Five Elements Dao Sect. If he could defeat one in front of the fellow disciples, it would greatly boost his reputation.

Whether Fang Cheng Lang was injured and whether his own words were too extreme were not within his concerns at all.

“Watch my words? Do you not think your own words are laughable? Either you stand up and defeat me fair and square, or you admit that Five Elements Dao Sect is unworthy of its name! Do not try to scare me with the name Five Elements Dao Sect. I, You Fei, am not so easily frightened.”

“Accept the challenge! Accept the challenge! Accept the challenge!”

The Martial Hall disciples behind You Fei shouted loudly.

The other disciples, not even knowing what was going on, still chose to join in.

In an instant, Fang Cheng Lang was pushed to the center of the storm.

His expression tightened, and his heart was in turmoil.

What he had said earlier was not an excuse.

The detoxification treatment had badly drained his vitality. The spirit power in his body had not yet recovered, and his meridians were as thin as cicada wings. He likely could not even reach a tenth of his usual strength.

If he forced himself to fight, he would definitely lose.

But the other side was using the reputation of the entire Five Elements Dao Sect as a threat. If he did not respond, it would be throwing away the sect’s prestige.

No matter which choice he made, the result would be very bad.

For a moment, he fell into a dilemma.