Chapter 220

Chapter 220: This disciple is dull and only heard praise
The time for the Floating Island to close arrived right on schedule.

A strong force of rejection surged in from all directions.

Just as Yu Zhao’s body could no longer withstand the pressure and was about to be squeezed out of that space, that ancient, weathered voice sounded by her ear again.

“Heavenly Ladder broken, Immortal Path severed, heaven wants to destroy my Cultivation World!”

“Heaven wants to destroy my Cultivation World!!”

“Heaven wants to destroy me!!!”

Yu Zhao’s expression tightened.

This was Senior Chang Sheng’s reminder to her, and also a warning.

In her heart, she silently said: [Senior Chang Sheng, reshaping the Heavenly Ladder will be this junior’s lifelong goal. I will never fail you.]

The feeling of weightlessness hit her all of a sudden.

Yu Zhao staggered, and when she regained her balance, she was already standing in midair above the Endless Sea.

All around her were the cultivators who had taken part in the Floating Island trial this time.

A rough count showed only eighty-four people.

Those who had not appeared would never appear again.

Yu Zhao sighed inwardly.

A year ago, these people had still been peerless geniuses who appeared only once in a hundred years in the Cultivation World, praised by everyone. In the blink of an eye, they had turned into a handful of dry bones.

The path of cultivation was already full of dangers and hardships.

If there was no hope ahead at all,

then how cruel was that to cultivators who lived only for the Dao.

Yu Zhao was not arrogant enough to think that just because she had the chance to be reborn, she could Defy Heaven and Change Fate. But she still wanted to try.

Even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, at least she would have done her best. She would have no regrets even if she died.

When she pulled herself out of her thoughts, she finally noticed how extremely oppressive the atmosphere around her was.

A cold and terrifying aura hung over everyone’s heads. The scene was completely silent.

The people who had just come out of the Floating Island did not know what had happened at all. They stood where they were, trembling, confusion written all over their faces.

“Disciples of Greenwood Sect, where are you?” Sect Master Wu Sang stepped forward.

Led by You Fei at the front, the Greenwood Sect disciples immediately stepped out of the crowd.

“Get on the ship.”

Sect Master Wu Sang summoned a flying boat.

The Greenwood Sect disciples did not understand why, but they were also impatient to leave this place. They followed the order and boarded the boat one by one, their movements quick and neat.

Heavenly Sword Sect, Wen Ding Pavilion, Hundred Flowers Valley…

The disciples of the remaining sects followed their example and quickly called their own disciples to board their boats.

Very soon, boat after boat lifted off and sailed away from the Endless Sea.

Before leaving, Sect Master Bai Lian of Wen Ding Pavilion showed a rare moment of kindness and took the rogue cultivators who had no sect with him as well.

Si Tu Xuan and Yao Wu Ji politely declined Sect Master Bai Lian’s goodwill and insisted on staying.

Sect Master Bai Lian could only give them a sympathetic look, then hurriedly steered his flying boat away.

If he did not leave now, his boat might get flipped over by Master Qing Yan’s anger.

Some kinds of drama were not so easy to watch from up close.

As the other sects quickly withdrew, almost only the disciples of Five Elements Dao Sect were left on the scene.

Zhou Jin Yue and the others were not stupid. It was obvious from the current situation that something bad had happened, and it was related to them. The joy of leaving the Floating Island was gone. All of them lowered their heads in fear, waiting for punishment.

“Wretch!”

When Master Qing Yan’s voice rang out, they actually felt a strange sense of relief, as if the dust had finally settled.

Then, many faces changed.

There was only one person Master Qing Yan would call a “wretch”.

Yu Zhao.

Fang Cheng Lang, Su Ming, and Lv Li looked at Yu Zhao with worry.

Zhou Jin Yue frowned, anger burning in her chest so hard she could not hold it back.

What exactly had Yu Zhao done wrong, that made Master Qing Yan ignore his own status and position and belittle her again and again, humiliating her over and over?

He had never fulfilled his duties as a master before, so why did he have the face to demand that Yu Zhao fulfill the duties of a disciple?

Zhou Jin Yue lifted her head firmly, wanting to argue for Yu Zhao with sound reasoning, when her own master’s voice transmission sounded by her ear at just the right time.

“Do not speak. Wait.”

She froze.

[Wait? Wait for what?]

Just as Zhou Jin Yue was still puzzled, Fang Cheng Lang, who stood not far from her, suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud.

She looked over on instinct and saw Fang Cheng Lang’s face turn pale, full of pain. His body was pressed to the ground in a posture that looked devout and humble.

Yu Zhao, on the other hand, was standing there perfectly fine. Her brows even twitched slightly, as if she was also confused.

Ye Cong Xin saw Fang Cheng Lang being punished and instinctively opened her mouth to plead: “Master, First Senior Brother…”

“He wanted to kill you, and you still want to beg for him?”

Those who knew the inside story all trembled in their hearts.

They had just come out of the Floating Island. How could Master Qing Yan know what had happened inside?

Had someone betrayed them in advance?

Ye Cong Xin was the most terrified of all.

If Master Qing Yan knew everything, then would he also believe in the talk about the malevolent spirit?

If he did not care about right or wrong and forced her to reveal the secret of the malevolent spirit, what was she supposed to do?

While Ye Cong Xin’s heart was in chaos, Fang Cheng Lang, who was taking the punishment, felt that his chance had come.

In the previous life, Yu Zhao’s name had been in the mud, and she had fallen out with Ye Cong Xin. No one believed her words. Everyone thought she was acting out of jealousy, trying to frame Ye Cong Xin on purpose.

So in this life, if he stepped forward himself, he would definitely be able to tear off Ye Cong Xin’s mask and remove a hidden danger for the world, while also giving Yu Zhao the justice she deserved.

“Master… this disciple has something to say…”

Fang Cheng Lang struggled to speak, his words broken and shaky.

The gentle, jade-like face no longer had its former pride and calm. Instead, it was filled with the excitement and joy of almost getting revenge.

Master Qing Yan’s cold gaze fell on him: “Talk of a malevolent spirit is pure nonsense, Fang Cheng Lang. You are overthinking things.”

When Fang Cheng Lang heard this, his expression changed at once. The veins on his forehead bulged.

“Master, every word this disciple spoke is true. If there is any lie, this disciple is willing to be cut into pieces…”

“Enough!”

Master Qing Yan cut him off impatiently.

“Fang Cheng Lang, I am very disappointed in you. You harmed your fellow disciple and even tried to frame and slander others. Your crime is even worse. When you return, go to Black Prison to reflect on your actions.”

“Master!”

Fang Cheng Lang could not accept that Master Qing Yan would not even give him a chance to explain. He still wanted to say more, but his master used a silencing technique to force his voice away.

Watching him lie on the ground in pain and despair, a cold light flashed in Yu Zhao’s eyes.

Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be repaid with evil.

It was not that the time for retribution would never come. It was just that the time had not yet arrived.

When Fang Cheng Lang stood on Ye Cong Xin’s side and gave false testimony for her, had he ever thought that one day he would face a situation where he could not prove his innocence no matter what he said?

And the way Master Qing Yan punished him was to shut him in Black Prison. After Yu Zhao’s rebirth, the first time she saw Fang Cheng Lang again had also been in Black Prison.

Such a meaningful place was indeed worth letting Fang Cheng Lang savor for a longer time.

“Yu Zhao, I underestimated you.”

After punishing Fang Cheng Lang, Master Qing Yan seemed to suddenly remember Yu Zhao and turned his spearhead toward her again.

Sect Master Ji Yuan, who had been pretending to be a quiet little quail before, could not stay silent anymore.

“This has nothing to do with Yu Zhao. You are not allowed to vent your anger on her.”

Master Qing Yan swept him a light glance, then let his gaze fall back on Yu Zhao’s face. His expression showed no joy or anger.

Yu Zhao smiled slightly and took a step forward: “Thank you for your praise, Master Qing Yan. This disciple feels very honored.”

Since Master Qing Yan had said such a line, why should she not accept it?

She would not only accept it, she would accept it in a way that was bold and crisp, leaving no flaw for anyone to pick on.

Master Qing Yan let out a cold laugh: “Do you really think I was praising you?”

“This disciple is dull and only heard praise.”