Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Do You Want To Kill Her A Second Time?
Master Qing Yan sat in the main seat, looking down at Yu Zhao and said: “Yu Zhao, what else do you have to say?”

The pressure of a Divine Transformation Cultivator weighed down on Yu Zhao’s shoulders. She did not change her expression and said in a deep voice: “Fang Cheng Lang and Cui Jue were poisoned one after another because their skills were inferior.”

The Cultivation World was a place where the weak were eaten by the strong and only the fittest survived.

This was especially true for Rogue Cultivators with no sect or clan. Killing almost filled their whole cultivation path.

From Yao Wuji’s point of view, she had not done anything wrong.

Even though Fang Cheng Lang knew that Yu Zhao had already chosen between their fellow disciples and Yao Wuji, his chest still twisted in pain when he heard her words.

After having several prophetic dreams in a row, he had done everything he could to stop that future from coming true, even falling out with his fellow disciples.

But why was Yu Zhao still drifting farther away from them, to the point that even a complete outsider was more important to her than the Senior Brothers who had been with her since she was small?

[Had I been wrong from the very start?]

“Stubborn and unrepentant.”

Master Qing Yan shook his head.

As expected, someone as rebellious as Yu Zhao would never look for faults in herself.

He said coldly: “I will ask you again. Are you related to Cheng Lang and Cui Jue being poisoned?”

Fang Cheng Lang raised his head in shock.

He was angry at Yu Zhao’s coldness, but he also knew clearly that the poisoning had nothing to do with Yu Zhao.

Yu Zhao had not even met Yao Wu Jiuntil after they were poisoned.

“Master…”

Fang Cheng Lang’s voice stopped under Master Qing Yan’s sharp gaze.

Yu Zhao said: “It has nothing to do with me.”

Master Qing Yan asked: “How will you prove it?”

“Why should I prove it?”

The corner of Yu Zhao’s mouth curled in mockery as she asked back.

She had not done it. Why should she be the one to explain?

If there was any proof to show, it should be Master Qing Yan who brought it out.

A hint of anger flashed in Master Qing Yan’s eyes.

When Yu Zhao had followed him to cultivate in the past, she had never dared to lift her head and look him in the eye. In his memories, most of the images of her were of the top of her head and the side of her face.

But as she grew older, Yu Zhao had become more and more rebellious, even daring to openly talk back to him. She really did not know how high the sky was.

He frowned and let out a cold snort.

A mighty force surged toward Yu Zhao like a crashing wave.

Yu Zhao let out a muffled groan as the sound of bones clashing densely burst from within her body. Threads of blood seeped out of her pores, covering the skin that was exposed in a bright red.

Fang Cheng Lang turned pale with shock and cried out: “Master!”

“Shut up. You are not allowed to plead for this wretch!”

Master Qing Yan scolded coldly, but his fingers could not help but curl a little tighter.

His old head illness was about to act up again.

Seeing that Master Qing Yan’s attitude was firm, Fang Cheng Lang turned to Yu Zhao and urged anxiously: “Little Six, kneel and apologize to Master. Your Senior Brother is begging you.”

Yu Zhao’s face was ashen, and the blood filling her eyes blurred her sight, but she still stared at Master Qing Yan without bowing her head.

“I… did nothing wrong… why should I kneel…”

Crack!

The sound of a bone breaking was especially sharp in the room.

Yu Zhao’s knees went weak, and her whole body fell downward.

Right before her knees hit the floor, a broken wooden post as tall as a person appeared in her arms.

She pressed both hands on the broken wood and forced herself back up with the strength of her arms.

“I… will not kneel…”

She opened her mouth, and blood seeped out between her teeth. She looked as if she were covered in blood, miserable and in disarray.

Fang Cheng Lang’s pupils shook.

Suddenly his vision blurred, and a strange scene appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

Surrounded by many Cultivators, a thin figure was kneeling in the center. She was covered in blood so that her original face could not be seen, and her lips opened and closed quickly as if she were explaining something.

But the faces of the onlookers held only disdain and ridicule.

Fang Cheng Lang looked at them one by one.

He found many familiar faces.

There were Lan Zi Yu, Su Ming, Cui Jue, and also himself.

At this moment, someone stepped out, holding a long sword in his hand, his eyes full of cold killing intent.

It was his Master, Master Qing Yan.

“… Today I will clean up the sect.”

The blurry voice became clear, and Fang Cheng Lang was filled with dread.

[Clean up the sect?]

He fixed his eyes and looked again.

The one kneeling on the ground, if not Yu Zhao, who else could it be?

[Master wants to kill Yu Zhao?]

[No!]

[He cannot!]

He wanted to stop it, but no one could see him, and he could not touch anyone.

He could only watch in despair as Master Qing Yan stabbed his sword through Yu Zhao’s heart, as Yu Zhao’s eyes dimmed and she fell, and as the version of himself in the crowd clapped along with the others, even smiling gently.

He stared blankly at the bright red blood dripping from the tip of the sword in Master Qing Yan’s hand.

A thick sadness erupted and drowned out all his other emotions.

Right after that, the Yu Zhao in the vision slowly overlapped with the Yu Zhao in front of him.

His fear of Yu Zhao dying completely surpassed his reverence for Master Qing Yan. Fang Cheng Lang crawled forward on his knees and blocked Yu Zhao behind him, loudly talking back to Master Qing Yan for the first time.

He shouted: “Master, Little Six already said this has nothing to do with her. Why do you still force her to give in? Was killing her once not enough? Do you want to kill her a second time?”

His words stunned both Yu Zhao, whose consciousness was starting to blur, and the furious Master Qing Yan.

Yu Zhao stared at Fang Cheng Lang’s back in shock and doubt.

[How does Fang Cheng Lang know that Master Qing Yan killed me in my past life?]

[Could it be that he has also been reborn?]

After a brief moment of surprise, Master Qing Yan could no longer hold back his anger.

His First Disciple had gone mad, saying that he had killed Yu Zhao. He only wanted to discipline the stubbornness in Yu Zhao’s body.

Besides, he had been the one to bring this matter up and was now standing up for him, yet was being bitten back instead.

Ridiculous!

Master Qing Yan flicked his sleeve, and Fang Cheng Lang was flung away.

He looked at Yu Zhao again and said: “Do you think that just because you refuse to admit it, I cannot do anything to you?”

He let out a cold laugh, then grabbed Yu Zhao by the collar with his Spirit Power. With a single thought, he used an Instant Movement Technique, and they appeared outside Flameblaze City.

When he spread out his Divine Sense, Yao Wuji’s location had nowhere to hide.

When Si Tu Xuan was away from home, he naturally had attendants to take care of everything. Right now he was living in a small courtyard house outside Flameblaze City.

Yao Wu Jihad accepted his invitation and was living next door to him.

When the Divine Sense of a Divine Transformation Cultivator descended, Si Tu Xuan and Yao Wu Jisensed the danger at once. They rushed out of their rooms and gathered together.

In just a moment, Master Qing Yan and Yu Zhao appeared in front of them.

They looked at Yu Zhao, who seemed like a person made of blood, and their faces were filled with a mix of shock and anger.

“Yu Zhao!”

Yu Zhao opened her mouth weakly and said: “Help…”

Those words were spoken to Si Tu Xuan.

She could only hope that Si Tu Xuan would use the name of the Situ Clan to keep Yao Wu Jialive.

At the same time.

Fang Cheng Lang staggered as he rushed into Sect Master Ji Yuan’s room.

Seeing his bruised face and unsteady steps, Sect Master Ji Yuan jumped in fright.

“Disciple Nephew Fang, what happened to you…”

Fang Cheng Lang grabbed Sect Master Ji Yuan’s sleeve tightly, his eyes bloodshot. He said: “Sect Master, hurry, please save her. Master wants to kill Yu Zhao!”

“What!”