Chapter 477

Chapter 477: Is She Pretty?
A shrill scream suddenly rang out, then cut off just as quickly.

Chu Potian swept his gaze around and was just about to leave when a figure broke through the thick fog and appeared.

Chu Potian’s face went from clear to dark: “You. I was planning to look for you, and I did not expect you to come deliver yourself to my door!”

Chu Potian was the man who had tried to snatch Yu Zhao’s number token before the Dao Debate Conference began.

“It really is a coincidence, because I have been looking for you as well.”

Yu Zhao’s tone was calm, without the slightest ripple.

It was as if this towering giant before her did not exist at all.

Chu Potian gave a cold laugh: “Let us see how long you can keep talking tough.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook, and his ten-zhang-tall figure rose like a mountain.

A huge shadow loomed over Yu Zhao, yet she did not move at all until Chu Potian’s feet were about to hit the ground.

Her figure flashed, and in the next instant she appeared right in front of Chu Potian’s face.

Chu Potian was greatly startled.

There was no spirit power in the Four Directions Realm.

How had she jumped to a height equal to his?

Before he could figure it out, Yu Zhao lifted her arm and casually fanned forward with her hand.

The wind from her palm howled, and the air let out a sharp cracking sound.

Chu Potian did not have time to react before that overwhelming force crashed into his face.

Bang!

His huge body burst apart like fireworks and then turned into dust, fading away.

“Ah!!!”

At the foot of the mountain.

Chu Potian let out a hoarse roar and woke up drenched in sweat.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was touch the right side of his face.

Only when he felt the intact skin there did he start gasping for breath in relief.

“Senior Brother Chu, are you alright?”

Chu Potian stiffly lifted his head and saw the junior brothers and junior sisters who usually feared him staring at him with concern. But in their eyes there was unconcealed excitement.

He seemed to think of something and jerked his head up.

The sky had been cut into several square screens, each projecting a different scene. A few scattered screens were gray, showing nothing at all.

Chu Potian easily found the screen where Yu Zhao was.

Seeing Yu Zhao moving rapidly in the center of that screen, he shot to his feet in rage, pointed at her image, and roared ferociously: “She cheated! She is using spirit power inside the Four Directions Realm!”

From the moment Yu Zhao comprehended Dao intent to when she used it with ease, the whole process had been right under everyone’s noses.

They were the ones who knew best whether or not she had cheated.

“Senior Brother Chu, stop talking. She did not cheat.”

Chu Potian’s fellow disciple tried to explain as he moved to pull him back down to sit, but was shoved away.

“I know all of you want to laugh at me! But the one who lost is not me, it is her, it is her!”

“Shut up!”

At that moment, a young woman in a pale moon-white Daoist robe suddenly stood up and swung out a backhanded palm.

Before Chu Potian could even let out a groan, his vision went black and he passed out.

The white-robed young woman withdrew her hand, cupped her fists apologetically, and said: “Our disciple was ignorant. I have let everyone laugh at us.”

She wore a white robe and had an otherworldly air, as if she did not eat the food of mortals, yet when she acted, she was swift and decisive.

Her voice was also soft and gentle, pleasing to the ear.

Ancestor Sui Bian could not help glancing at her twice more.

But in the next moment, his face flushed bright red.

Qun Fang and Xiu Yu had silently moved in on either side of him, and their slender fingers were mercilessly pinching his waist.

The smiles on their faces were gentle, but their voices were as cold as frost and held a hint of danger: “Is she pretty?”

Ancestor Sui Bian immediately felt a sharp pain in his waist. Cold sweat broke out all over him as he hurriedly shook his head: “What are you talking about? I, I was not looking at her.”

Senior Qun Fang gave a cold snort: “Oh? Really? Then your eyes just now were certainly very focused.”

Senior Xiu Yu, on the other hand, let out a light laugh. Her tone was gentle but carried thorns: “Sui Bian, do you think Elder Sister and I are not pretty enough? Otherwise, why would you still have the mood to secretly look at someone else?”

Caught between the two of them, Ancestor Sui Bian was in a dilemma. He straightened his face, his righteous qi surging as he said: “You really have misunderstood! I was just looking at that brat who dared to make a move against Yu Zhao. I absolutely had no other thoughts!”

Qun Fang and Xiu Yu exchanged a look and finally let go.

Senior Qun Fang gave a small huff: “Count yourself sensible.”

Senior Xiu Yu gently helped straighten his robe and said softly: “Sui Bian, you must not look around randomly again in the future, or next time it will not be as simple as just a pinch.”

Ancestor Sui Bian nodded quickly like a pounding garlic pestle and secretly let out a sigh of relief. He did not dare look at the white-robed young woman again. When he shifted his gaze to the right, he saw Old Black Daoist grinning wickedly at him.

Ancestor Sui Bian was both angry and sore. In his heart, he cursed Old Black Daoist, who had slipped away and left him behind, hundreds of times.

Inside the Four Directions Realm.

Du Wu Xiang watched coldly as he shattered the young woman’s skull with a single palm, and she turned into a wisp of smoke that faded into the air, yet there was not the slightest joy in his heart.

His Illusion Dao could confuse others, but if he ran into Yu Zhao, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

Every time he eliminated an opponent, Yu Zhao’s figure would appear in his mind like a shadow he could not shake off.

Just as his thoughts were in turmoil, a faint melody suddenly floated over from ahead.

At first the sound was barely there, as if separated by a thin veil, making it hard to hear clearly. But as time passed, the music gradually became clearer.

“This is bad!”

Du Wu Xiang suddenly realized his body was no longer completely under his control. He immediately retreated, turning his Dao intent into an invisible barrier around him to block out that strange sound.

The music vanished. A young woman in a pink dress was standing quietly not far away, a simple, ancient-looking pipa held in her arms.

Her fingertips rested lightly on the strings as if ready to pluck them again at any moment.

“Du Wu Xiang, your reputation is well deserved.”

The young woman’s breath was like orchids, and the gaze she turned on Du Wu Xiang carried appreciation.

Du Wu Xiang was not from the Bi Fang Realm, so he did not relax his guard. Instead he said coldly: “Who are you?”

“I am Su Qing Wan, a disciple of Tianyin Pavilion.”

Du Wu Xiang’s brows furrowed slightly, and his wariness grew.

Tianyin Pavilion had ranked third in the last Bi Fang Realm Dao Debate Conference. Their strength could not be underestimated.

His gaze swept covertly across the pipa in Su Qing Wan’s arms.

There was no spiritual energy in this place, so Su Qing Wan’s pipa had to be formed from Dao intent. That alone proved that her Dao intent was no weaker than his.

On top of that, she used music as a weapon. Sound waves were formless and impossible to guard against. That melody just now had almost made him fall into her trap.

If not for his quick reaction, he would probably have already followed in the footsteps of that female cultivator earlier.

“Fellow Daoist Du, there is no need to be so on guard.”

Su Qing Wan smiled slightly and lightly plucked a pipa string with her fingertip, but there was no attack contained in it.

“I did not come here to be your enemy, Fellow Daoist Du. I only heard that your Illusion Dao is peerless and came especially to ask for some guidance.”

“Guidance? That music just now did not seem like it was only for guidance.”