Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Fortune Plundering in Progress…
Why?

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Yu Zhao’s mind.

She could have given dozens of different answers in one breath.

But doing that meant nothing.

She had no duty to explain things to Su Ming.

Besides, the fact that Su Ming was still demanding a reason now showed that he still did not see what the problem was. It was only his unwillingness talking.

He could not accept that the person who used to circle around him, bowing and obeying, no longer cared about him or put him first in everything.

Even though he did not think he was wrong, he still came to apologize.

[How fake.]

Yu Zhao said slowly and clearly: “Because I hate you. I hate everyone on Lone Moon Peak. Even looking at you for one more second makes me feel sick. Are you satisfied with this answer?”

Yu Zhao spoke slowly and clearly. Her words were like a sharp knife that pierced Su Ming’s fantasy.

Su Ming stepped back two steps in disbelief. His eyes were red, and he kept shaking his head.

Hate him?

Yu Xiao Zhao said she hated him?

No, that was impossible. They had been so close. She had even personally embroidered a pouch for him before.

Right, the pouch. He still had the pouch!

Inside the pouch was a note Yu Zhao had written by hand. With that note, he could go to her and exchange it for one wish!

Like grabbing his last life-saving straw, Su Ming lowered his head and started searching through his Storage Space.

He searched twice and found nothing. His hands started patting all over his body, and his face grew more and more panicked.

How could it not be there?

How could it not be!

At first, Yu Zhao did not see what Su Ming was doing. It was only when he kept turning his belt over and over that she understood he had thought of the Little Bird Pouch she had given him.

When he had first received the pouch, he had worn it on his belt every day and shown it off everywhere. If anyone called it ugly, he was the first to get upset.

She did not know when it had started, but later he had also begun to dislike the pouch, saying the embroidery was not fine enough and it did not match him. Bit by bit, he had put it away.

He had even forgotten that years ago, Yu Zhao had already taken the Little Bird Pouch back.

Yu Zhao watched him quietly.

She watched his searching grow slower and slower, and his hands start to tremble.

Yu Zhao said with a soft, mocking tone: “Remember now?”

Su Ming lifted his head. His gaze was shattered. His lips moved, but no words came out.

Even after Yu Zhao left, he still stood stiffly in place. The cold of the night wind was nothing compared to the chill in his heart.

Yu Zhao really did not want him anymore.

On the other side, Yu Zhao slowly walked forward a few dozen steps and saw a group of people sitting on the ground and talking.

A slight smile curved her lips as she walked over, step by step.

[Move forward in all things. Do not look back.]

“…”

The next day was the award ceremony for the Cultivation World Grand Tournament.

As the first place winner in the Individual Competition, Yu Zhao went on stage to receive the champion’s reward: a defensive artifact, the Heart-Guard Mirror, crafted by the Artifact Refining Master of Summit Pavilion.

She was a bit shocked when she heard the name of the defensive artifact. In her past life, Wu Shao Zhen’s prize had not been the Heart-Guard Mirror.

When she saw that the person giving her the prize was the Hundred Refinements Sect Head of Summit Pavilion, she suddenly understood. Under his appreciative gaze, she gratefully received the reward.

Because Yao Ji had died by self-detonation, Si Tu Xuan moved up one place and became second in the Individual Competition. The body cultivator who lost to Yu Zhao was pushed up to third place.

The two of them also received their prizes under many envious gazes.

After that was the award ceremony for the Sect Competition. Among the top three teams, Five Elements Dao Sect took two spots.

Everyone in Five Elements Dao Sect was overjoyed except for Master Qing Yan, whose face was expressionless.

Sect Master Ji Yuan kept his eyes on the award platform, but the corner of his gaze stayed on Master Qing Yan beside him. His hands were folded in his sleeves, ready to pull out the pills at any time.

To his surprise, Master Qing Yan did nothing until the ceremony ended, as if his words that day had only been a casual remark.

Ji Yuan could not guess what he was thinking, but he did not dare to relax his guard.

Master Qing Yan’s illness came and went. He had to watch him closely.

Fang Cheng Lang and the other two also found it strange, but since Master Qing Yan did not bring it up, they were even less likely to remind him. They only looked gloomy, leaving Quan Ye confused.

The grand event of the Cultivation World had come to an end. Except for the hundred people who were about to go to the Floating Island, the other visiting rogue cultivators and sects all started to prepare for their return journeys.

It was at this time that Li Jing Rang received a special letter.

There was no extra information in the letter, only a poem.

The words were beautiful, and the feelings in it were deep and gentle.

Li Jing Rang was overjoyed.

Even though the poem had no signature, it had to be written by his soulmate, Junior Sister Ye.

Only Junior Sister Ye could have written such a good poem.

For Junior Sister Ye to send him a poem at this time had to be a hint.

So when night fell and the wind blew hard, Li Jing Rang followed the clues in the poem and went into a dense forest. There he really did see the person he had been dreaming about day and night.

He called out: “Junior Sister Ye!”

Ye Cong Xin gave him a bright smile and said: “Senior Brother Li, I…”

Li Jing Rang walked a few quick steps toward her and said deeply: “You do not have to say anything. I understand your feelings. My heart is the same as yours.”

The corner of Ye Cong Xin’s mouth twitched almost invisibly. Thinking of the Fortune that was within reach, she barely held her smile.

Ye Cong Xin then said softly: “Senior Brother Li, actually, even before I met you, I had heard your poems and admired your talent. But you and Senior Sister Liu were a perfect match. I did not want to destroy the two of you because of my selfishness. That would have been too selfish. Luckily, Heaven has taken pity on us…”

Ye Cong Xin’s selfless speech moved Li Jing Rang deeply.

He had always liked young women like Junior Sister Ye, who had both talent and beauty, not rough women like Liu Zheng who loved to fight and kill.

Thinking about it this way, the broken engagement was not such a bad thing. At least it let him and Junior Sister Ye have a chance to become husband and wife.

Li Jing Rang said: “Junior Sister Ye, actually, I also have feelings for you. When we go back to the Academy, I will tell the head of the Academy everything and ask him to go to Five Elements Dao Sect in person to propose marriage.”

Ye Cong Xin’s eyes shone as if she were about to cry, and she asked: “Senior Brother Li, do you truly like me? You are not lying to me, right?”

Li Jing Rang said loudly: “Of course not! I can swear on my Dao heart!”

Li Jing Rang raised his hand, ready to swear, but Ye Cong Xin reached out and gently covered his mouth: “Do not.”

The young woman’s sweet scent filled his nose, and Li Jing Rang could not help taking a deep breath. A look of bliss came over his face.

[Ding! Li Jing Rang’s current Favorability is 90 points.]

[Ding! Favorability has reached the required level. Fortune Plundering Channel is now open. Li Jing Rang’s current Luck Value is 2500 points.]

When Ye Cong Xin heard the mechanical voice in her mind, her eyelids twitched hard. She angrily questioned the System: “System, did you not say the first time that Li Jing Rang’s Luck Value was 4000 points? Why has it dropped so much? It has gone down by almost half.”

[Ding! Host, Luck Value is not fixed. After Li Jing Rang was rejected in public, his reputation took a huge hit. When he returned to his sect, he was mocked by his fellow disciples and has never recovered since. Because of this, his Luck Value fell.]

Ye Cong Xin was speechless.

She had thought she could draw Fortune from Li Jing Rang several more times, but he turned out to be so useless.

Since that was the case, there was no need to spend more effort on him.

Ye Cong Xin ordered: “System, take Li Jing Rang’s Fortune as fast as possible and convert all of it into Spirit Power in my body.”

[Ding! Understood, Host. Fortune Plundering in progress…]