Chapter 205

Chapter 205: I Will Give You a Chance to Defeat Me
Ye Cong Xin’s voice trembled a little as she asked, “Senior Brother Bu You, then what should I do?”

Whether Bu You was telling the truth or not, Ye Cong Xin could only choose to believe him, because before they found anyone else, only Bu You could protect her.

She opened her wet eyes wide and looked at Bu You, as if she would burst into tears in the next moment.

Bu You’s tone was calm as he said, “Just follow closely behind this poor monk.”

Ye Cong Xin smiled and said, “Senior Brother Bu You, you really are a good person.”

“This poor monk is only doing what he should do. So long as I am true to my heart, I am true to the Buddha.”

Ye Cong Xin smiled and agreed, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

People who were too good always made her want to destroy them even more.

She wondered if this monk who was so devoted to the Buddha would, in the end, be like other common mortals and fall at her feet.

She was really looking forward to it.

…

“Junior Brother Ji.”

Fang Cheng Lang jumped out from a cave behind a waterfall and at a glance saw Ji Han Zhou standing by the pool. A faint smile appeared in his eyes.

But who knew that the moment Ji Han Zhou saw him, his face turned cold. He turned around and left without any wish to talk to him.

Fang Cheng Lang frowned and called out, “Junior Brother Ji, why are you in such a rush to leave?”

Back in the Marsh Forest, Ji Han Zhou had fed him a Detoxification Pill, and later they had fought on the Dueling Platform. After seeing Ji Han Zhou’s sword arts, Fang Cheng Lang had taken him as a kindred spirit, but he had never found a chance to talk with him in private.

Now they had finally met alone by chance, yet Ji Han Zhou’s attitude toward him was very cold, nothing like the enthusiasm he had shown when saving him in the Marsh Forest.

Fang Cheng Lang was very surprised.

Ji Han Zhou turned back and looked at him with cold eyes.

He said, “I already know all about the mess between you and Senior Sister Yu. If I had known back then that you all joined hands to bully Senior Sister Yu, I would never have saved you.”

Ji Han Zhou was not a warm person by nature, and he knew very little about the matters of Five Elements Dao Sect.

Later, when he joined the Cultivation World Grand Tournament, Yu Zhao became famous, and all the grudges between her and Lone Moon Peak became the hot topic of many people.

Only then did Ji Han Zhou learn that the Senior Sister Yu who was all-powerful in his eyes had once suffered many wrongs, and one of the sources of those wrongs was the so-called upright gentleman in front of him, Fang Cheng Lang.

No wonder, back in the Marsh Forest, Senior Sister Yu had treated them so coldly. He had been stupid and could not see the reason behind it, and had even rushed up to save people.

The more Ji Han Zhou thought about it, the angrier he became. The look he gave Fang Cheng Lang was like a blade.

The surprise on Fang Cheng Lang’s face slowly faded and turned into bitterness.

He knew he and Ji Han Zhou would not become close friends.

“Hmph.”

Seeing Fang Cheng Lang speechless, Ji Han Zhou gave a cold snort, turned around, and soon disappeared.

Fang Cheng Lang stood there alone, his expression dark and unreadable.

…

Yu Zhao walked out of the desert and saw a strange mountain from afar.

The whole mountain was dark brown. Its bare rocks gave off waves of dry heat.

She leaped up and quickly flew higher along the slope.

As the height rose, the temperature rose with it. Even her defensive barrier could not block the burning heat.

Yu Zhao wiped away the sweat on her forehead. Her eyes shone.

From her experience, the more unusual a place was, the more likely treasures would appear there.

Maybe behind this mountain grew a rare spirit herb.

With temptation in front of her, Yu Zhao sped up.

Soon, she reached the peak. Just then, a sudden cold wind blew past. Her body shivered. She slowly reached out her hand, and a snowflake landed on her palm.

The icy touch told her that the scene before her was not an illusory realm.

Who would have thought that behind a volcano-like mountain would be a world of white snow.

The volcano and Ice Mountain were joined together. The place where Yu Zhao stood was like the Chu River Han border, cutting the two totally different worlds in half.

Interest flashed in Yu Zhao’s eyes.

She became even more curious about this mountain.

Just as she was about to go down the mountain to carefully explore the secrets of this place, a black dot appeared far away on the white curtain of snow.

Yu Zhao focused her eyes and then slowly curled her lips into a wicked smile.

“Enemies really do cross paths.”

Quan Ye ran wildly on the snow mountain. Every step he took cracked the ice under his feet with a crisp sound.

His face was full of excitement. His blood seemed to boil, crashing around in his body over and over.

The Cliff of Reflection was not a place for people to stay, yet he had been locked there for five whole years.

No one knew how he had survived those five years.

[Yu Zhao!]

[It was all because of her!]

Because of her, he had suffered five years of punishment for nothing.

She had better pray he never caught her, or else…

Right when his dark fantasy had reached halfway, a strong gust of wind struck him.

He lifted his arm to block, but a huge force from above slammed him straight into a snowbank.

The freezing snow shocked his whole body. He roared with rage and lifted his head, shouting, “Who? Who attacked me from behind?”

Outside the Floating Island, the seven Sect Masters all widened their eyes at the same time.

Yu Zhao had hit someone.

And the one she hit was her former fellow disciple and Senior Brother.

Master Qing Yan gave a cold snort.

Yu Zhao’s true nature could no longer be hidden.

Creak, creak.

Yu Zhao stepped on the thick snow, walking step by step toward Quan Ye, and stopped one zhang away from him.

Quan Ye’s face turned greenish purple when he saw Yu Zhao. He shouted, “It is you! You fake! How dare you ambush me! Despicable! Shameless! Low!”

Yu Zhao’s reaction was very calm. Instead, the seven Sect Masters watching this scene in the Water Mirror all frowned and secretly glanced at Master Qing Yan.

Leaving aside the grudge between Yu Zhao and Quan Ye, just seeing how he hated Yu Zhao so much that his face twisted was enough to make them dislike Quan Ye.

No wonder Yu Zhao hit him the moment she saw him.

If it were them, they would have hit even harder.

Quan Ye wanted to fight back, but he could not move the huge force pressing down on him at all.

The more helpless he felt, the filthier his curses became.

“Tsk tsk.”

Looking at Quan Ye’s powerless rage, Yu Zhao clicked her tongue twice.

There had been a time when Quan Ye had brought her nothing but fear and pain.

Every so-called sparring session in his mouth had been like a nightmare she could never get away from.

Now their positions were reversed. She could finally return every bit of suffering, from this life and the last, with interest.

She let go of the spiritual power binding Quan Ye and crooked her finger at him, saying, “Come, I will give you a chance to defeat me.”

Quan Ye moved his body and found that he was no longer under her control. He slammed his fist into the snow and sprang up like a fierce hunting leopard.

“You deserve to die!”

His fist grew larger and larger in front of her eyes.

Yu Zhao curled her lip in contempt and also threw out a punch to meet his.

Quan Ye’s physical strength was not like that of a normal person, and he had gone through five years of lightning tempering at the Cliff of Reflection. It was no exaggeration to say that his fists were tougher than most magic tools.

Seeing that Yu Zhao did not dodge and even chose to clash head on with him, he grinned savagely and said, “You are dead!”

Crack.

A clear sound of bone breaking was almost drowned under the noise of their collision, but it still clearly reached both Yu Zhao’s and Quan Ye’s ears.

A look of disbelief flashed across Quan Ye’s face first. Then he clutched his fist and let out a heart piercing scream.

“No, impossible, how can your fist be harder than mine…”