Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Money, We Want! Lives, We Want Too!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The terrifying sounds of impact rang out one after another like drumbeats.

Two Daoist figures tangled together in a fierce fight. Waves of force spread out in all directions, making their robes snap and flap in the wind.

When Lan Zi Yu and Su Ming arrived, they saw Xiu Luo kick Quan Ye hard in the waist and stomach, making a deep, dull sound.

They both sucked in a sharp breath.

That was close. If her kick had landed just a little lower, it would have been the famous “no more sons for life” move.

After taking a kick from Xiu Luo, Quan Ye refused to back down. He threw a heavy punch at Xiu Luo’s right shoulder. Xiu Luo’s whole body sank down a bit from the blow.

“Ah…”

This time it was Feng Qi Yun and the others’ turn to gasp.

That brute Quan Ye was really reckless.

By now, Xiu Luo and Quan Ye had both gone red in the eyes. The two of them fought from the ground up into the air, then back down again.

Traces of their battle could be seen all over the Inner Court.

Their way of fighting was nothing like the graceful moves of other cultivators. It was pure strength clashing against strength. It made people’s blood boil just to watch.

“Senior Brother Lan, if they keep fighting, the elders will probably come over,” Feng Qi Yun said anxiously.

He and the others were so worried that they no longer tried to stop Xiu Luo and Quan Ye. The rooms in the Inner Court were close to being smashed to pieces.

Lan Zi Yu was also afraid that this matter would spread and cause needless trouble. He shouted coldly: “Stop it, both of you!”

But Xiu Luo and Quan Ye could not hear him at all. They only had one thought in their hearts: to defeat the person in front of them.

Being ignored, Lan Zi Yu’s face darkened. He simply flicked his sleeve and pulled out a long flute.

The flute was like an iron spear. With a sharp whistle, it thrust out.

There were two loud knocks. Xiu Luo and Quan Ye both froze where they were.

They clutched their red, swollen foreheads, looking blank.

The long flute spun in the air once, then dropped back into Lan Zi Yu’s hand.

Lan Zi Yu gave a cold, mocking snort.

He had tried to talk to them nicely, but they would not listen and had forced him to act.

“Second Senior Brother, you hit me again!” Quan Ye said, full of resentment.

He had finally found a good match for once, and Second Senior Brother had ruined it.

“Quan Ye, you only just came out of the Cliff of Reflection. Do you want to go back in already?” Lan Zi Yu said coldly as he looked at Quan Ye.

Quan Ye shut his mouth at once.

Lan Zi Yu said: “Apologize to Xiu Luo.”

“Why should I?”

Quan Ye’s eyes went wide.

“Because you came here out of nowhere and picked a fight. The Cliff of Reflection or an apology, choose for yourself.”

Quan Ye had been shut in the Cliff of Reflection for five years. He had almost gone crazy there. Of course he did not want to go back and suffer again.

He clenched his teeth and muttered to Xiu Luo: “Sorry.”

Xiu Luo did not even look at him. She kept her eyes straight on Lan Zi Yu and said: “Senior Brother Lan, Inner Disciples may not be as noble as Personal Disciples, but we are not people for others to trample on at will. If people from Lone Moon Peak come to cause trouble again, I will report it to the Old Sect Master and the elders and ask them to judge.”

Lan Zi Yu could clearly hear the dislike and rejection in her words.

In the past, he would have already snapped back and mocked every Inner Court disciple from top to bottom.

But times were different now. First Senior Brother was no longer the steward, so he had to shoulder more responsibility.

Lan Zi Yu ground his back teeth and glared at Quan Ye: “Get back up the mountain.”

Quan Ye lowered his head and walked out. Even from his back, one could see the anger rising off him.

Lan Zi Yu looked at Xiu Luo again. Her face was still cold. He hesitated for a moment, then gave up on asking her about Yu Zhao.

Su Ming did not have as many scruples as Lan Zi Yu. He opened his mouth and asked at once: “Where is Yu Xiao Zhao? With such a big fight going on, why did she not come out to watch the fun?”

Everyone: …

“Why are you all not saying anything? Where did she go?” Su Ming asked in confusion.

“We are not worms in Yu Zhao’s stomach. How would we know where she went? Next time, Senior Brother Su, do not ask such boring questions,” Xiu Luo said.

Xiu Luo had finally figured it out. Everyone from Lone Moon Peak had something wrong with their brains, and it was serious.

When Yu Zhao was still on Lone Moon Peak, she had not seen them care about her that much. Now that Yu Zhao was gone, they kept rushing over here.

Were they using Yu Zhao to entertain themselves?

Disgusting.

“You were standing next to Yu Zhao before. How can you not know? Hey! I am not done talking. Why are you walking away?”

The only answer Su Ming got was a heavy door slam.

Feng Qi Yun and the others looked at each other, then also scattered.

The remaining Inner Disciples actually wanted to build some ties with Su Ming and Lan Zi Yu, but they also did not know where Yu Zhao had gone. They could only stand off to the side and worry in silence.

“People from the Inner Sect are nuts. I only asked a few questions, and they got all upset,” Su Ming muttered under his breath.

For the first time, Lan Zi Yu felt so tired that he could not even be bothered to respond. He turned and walked away.

Su Ming followed behind him, chattering nonstop.

Lan Zi Yu walked faster and faster. After a lot of effort, he finally shook Su Ming off.

When he looked up, he found that he had somehow walked into the Purple Cloud Bamboo Grove on Lone Moon Peak.

His fingers slid over the tall Purple Cloud Bamboo. It was as if he could hear the soft scraping sound of someone polishing the bamboo, and Yu Zhao’s excited shout when she received the gift.

He let his hand fall, feeling empty and lost.

[In the end, there is no going back.]

…

The Cultivation World Grand Tournament was a grand event that only happened once in a hundred years.

Whether they joined the matches or not, cultivators did not want to miss the chance to watch.

So, on the Great Dao path leading to Wen Ding Pavilion, there were cultivators everywhere.

When there were many people, there was more friction.

Some people with bad intentions even set up ambushes along the way to rob and kill cultivators.

On the first half of her journey, Yu Zhao did not suppress her cultivation at all. As a Late Golden Core Stage cultivator, her aura was fully released, and she moved forward without meeting any obstacles.

When she was only about three days away from Wen Ding Pavilion and sure that she would not miss the sign up for the Individual Competition, Yu Zhao finally slowed down. She also hid her cultivation and made it look like she was only at Late Foundation Establishment.

As expected, this brought a lot of fun to her dull travel. Her wealth grew at a rapid speed.

She bent down and picked up the last Storage Pouch.

Yu Zhao looked into the distance.

The outline of Flameblaze City faintly showed on the horizon.

After passing through Flameblaze City and flying another hundred thousand li, she would reach Wen Ding Pavilion.

Just as Yu Zhao was about to keep moving forward, she heard very soft footsteps quickly coming toward her.

Her eyes flashed. She raised her hand and cast an Illusion Art over the corpses all over the ground, hiding them. Then she flew forward at an unhurried pace, waiting for the uninvited guests to arrive.

“Stop!”

With a sharp shout, seven cultivators with strange, evil auras rushed over. They spread out and blocked all of Yu Zhao’s paths.

“A Late Foundation Establishment cultivator who made it this far must be pretty lucky. But now that you ran into us, your luck is over,” the leader said with a wicked smile. A wave of killing intent rushed toward her.

“Do you want money, or do you want my life?”

This line had almost become Yu Zhao’s catchphrase.

Their answer decided how she would deal with them.

“Hahahahaha!”

All seven of them burst out laughing.

“Money, we want! Your life, we want too!”

“It has been a long time since I saw someone this stupid. I will use her blood to feed my blade.”

“The last few people were not any fun. This time, let me do it!”

A man as big as a small mountain pushed aside two of his teammates and walked toward Yu Zhao with a cruel grin.

Every step he took made the ground shake. The rolls of fat on his body rippled like waves.

Just as he was about to reach Yu Zhao, a strong, ringing, and very piercing sound suddenly echoed through the air.

“Thud – thud -”