Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Illusion Art Shows Its Power
Boom!

With a huge roar, the entire low mountain peak shook violently.

The Inner Disciples who had been cultivating in their rooms were jolted awake by the shaking ground. They no longer cared about cultivation and rushed out of their rooms.

Someone shouted in panic: “What happened? What happened? Who is fighting whom?”

Another voice guessed: “That was so loud. Did someone just break through?”

Someone called out anxiously: “Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Wang, do you know what is going on?”

The Inner Disciples living at the foot of the mountain were totally confused and looked around blankly.

However, the Inner Disciples who lived halfway up the mountain were already craning their necks, staring upward with wide, shocked eyes.

On the mountaintop.

Xiu Luo stood in a sunken area, shaking out the fist that had hit nothing as she looked around.

Then she spotted Yu Zhao not far behind her, her face full of open disdain.

Xiu Luo’s anger, which had not yet faded, boiled up again. She spun around, the earth-yellow light around her body flashing bright, and her speed suddenly increased yet again.

She let out a shout: “Ha!”

Another fist slammed down.

An invisible wave of force swept out from Xiu Luo as the center in all directions.

Sonic booms rang out again and again.

Xiu Luo focused all her attention on Yu Zhao’s movements. She did not notice the faint strange fragrance drifting through the air at all.

Whoosh.

She missed again.

A trace of unwillingness and shock flashed through Xiu Luo’s eyes.

Just a moment earlier, Yu Zhao had clearly been within her range of attack, but in the next blink, Yu Zhao suddenly vanished from in front of her.

She had not even seen how Yu Zhao disappeared.

A scornful voice sounded behind her: “Hmph, with this level, you still want to become Master Qing Yan’s disciple? Keep dreaming.”

Xiu Luo bit her lower lip in humiliation, her eyes completely red.

The cold voice hit her once more: “With your talent, becoming an Inner Disciple is already your limit. Do not dream about things that do not belong to you.”

Yu Zhao was like a demon that could see through people’s hearts. Every sentence she spoke stabbed right into Xiu Luo’s sore spots.

“Ah!” Xiu Luo roared as she turned and threw herself at Yu Zhao.

The force of her punches was fierce, and her fists grew faster and faster.

By this time she had completely lost her reason. There was only one thought left in her mind.

She wanted to kill Yu Zhao.

At this time, Inner Disciples from both the foot and the middle of the mountain had found the source of the shaking and swarmed up to the summit.

Then each of them opened their mouths wide, their expressions blank, looking not very smart at all.

Yu Zhao watched Xiu Luo and gave a serious comment: “Her basic skills are not bad.”

When Elder Hou heard Yu Zhao’s earnest evaluation, his expression turned strange and the corner of his mouth kept twitching.

He glanced at Xiu Luo, who was fighting fiercely with nothing but air, then glanced at the gathered Inner Disciples, and could not help letting out a sigh for her.

Poor thing.

She was really losing face this time.

Elder Hou hesitated for a moment, but his curiosity beat out his dignity as an elder. He lowered his voice and asked: “You were following Master Qing Yan to learn the Sea Moon Scripture. When did you switch to cultivating Illusion Art?”

Yu Zhao looked at him strangely and said: “I am no longer Master Qing Yan’s disciple, so of course it is not right for me to keep cultivating the Sea Moon Scripture.”

Elder Hou was choked by her words and could not reply.

Yu Zhao made it sound simple, but Elder Hou knew very well how hard it was to switch to a different cultivation technique.

And from Yu Zhao’s performance today, she had clearly adapted very well. Xiu Luo, who was at the same cultivation level as her, had not noticed a thing and had fallen right into her Illusion Art.

Elder Hou looked at Yu Zhao’s relaxed, at ease expression and felt very complicated inside.

Yu Zhao was nothing like the rumors at all.

What happened to her being arrogant and domineering, lazy and unmotivated, impulsive and quick to anger?

Elder Hou saw none of that.

What he saw was a calm, smart, and slightly mischievous genius.

Yes, he now believed that Yu Zhao was a true genius.

With this unfathomable Illusion Art of hers, she was invincible below the Golden Core Stage.

So he could not help but think: why had Master Qing Yan expelled Yu Zhao from his tutelage?

The more Elder Hou thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, like a cat was scratching at his heart.

On the other side.

After a long time of pure shock, the Inner Disciples finally regained their senses.

No one knew who could not hold it in and laughed first.

Then laughter spread all around.

People felt like celebrating.

The female tyrant Xiu Luo had finally met her match.

Only heaven knew how much they had suffered under Xiu Luo’s hands.

Whoever took a punch from Xiu Luo would, without exaggeration, fall straight into a deep sleep and sleep very soundly.

When they woke up the next day, every bone in their body felt like it had been crushed, and everything hurt.

Their deepest shared memory was from when Xiu Luo hit a cultivation bottleneck. It was like she went mad and challenged every Inner Disciple one by one.

During that time, the entire Inner Court was filled with wails and misery. Everyone lived in fear.

They never imagined they would one day see Xiu Luo suffer a loss like this.

Every Inner Disciple was overjoyed and full of cheer.

Of course, not everyone was just happy to see Xiu Luo make a fool of herself. The four people standing at the very front of the crowd wore serious expressions. Their eyes did not rest on Xiu Luo at all, but instead quietly sized up the girl beside Elder Hou.

Before they had come up the mountain, there had only been Xiu Luo, Elder Hou, and this unfamiliar girl on the mountaintop.

So the girl had to be the one who made Xiu Luo act so strangely without even knowing it.

The four of them quickly calculated in their hearts: if they were the ones facing this girl, would they have any chance of winning?

Once they got their answer, their faces grew even darker.

The Inner Sect had gained another strong disciple, and their original rankings were now in real danger.

The noise of discussion on the mountaintop grew louder and louder. Elder Hou had also more or less figured out Yu Zhao’s abilities, so this spar was almost over.

Elder Hou looked at Yu Zhao and said: “Yu Zhao, let her wake up.”

The way Elder Hou looked at Xiu Luo now even held pity.

He thought in silence: this child is exhausted; her spirit power is almost used up.

Yu Zhao did not comment. She formed a seal with her right hand and pointed quickly.

Xiu Luo suddenly felt like someone had punched her right on the head. Her mind went blank for a moment, and her hands stopped moving.

When her mind cleared, the first thing she saw was a dense crowd of people.

Loud laughter burst out around her: “Hahahahaha!”

Someone held their stomach as they laughed: “Haha, that is killing me, that was so dumb!”

Another voice joked: “Hahaha, if that were me, I would dig a hole and crawl into it. That is way too embarrassing!”

Xiu Luo’s face was full of confusion.

[What are they talking about? Why can I not understand? And wasn’t I fighting Yu Zhao just now? Why did I suddenly stop?]

Xiu Luo subconsciously searched the crowd for Yu Zhao.

After looking around once, she finally saw Yu Zhao standing beside Elder Hou.

Unlike her, who was dripping with sweat, Yu Zhao looked clean and neat. Her face was not red, she was not out of breath, and the flow of spirit power around her body was very calm. She did not look like someone who had just gone through a fierce battle at all.

Xiu Luo’s pupils shrank.

All the odd things she had unconsciously ignored during the fight now surfaced in her mind.

For example, no matter how hard she tried, she could not even touch the corner of Yu Zhao’s robe.

For example, Yu Zhao had casually spoken out the dark side deep in her heart that no one else knew about.

Another example was that faint strange fragrance she had smelled during the fight.

Only now did Xiu Luo realize that she had fallen right into Yu Zhao’s trap from the very beginning.

The battle that she had poured all her strength into, in order to defend her dream, had only been a ridiculous one-woman show.

At this moment, an unprecedented despair swept over Xiu Luo.

She stood there blankly, her eyes completely empty and dead.