Chapter 60

Chapter 60: I’m Really Busy
Yu Zhao had played a trick on Xiu Luo in front of so many people yesterday and even snatched away the courtyard where Xiu Luo had been living. By rights, Xiu Luo should have rejected her and kept her at a distance.

However, in fact, Yu Zhao had earned the recognition of Xiu Luo and even the other Inner Disciples with her strength. Knowing that her skills were not as good as Yu Zhao’s, Xiu Luo willingly admitted defeat.

Now, seeing that Fang Cheng Lang and Lan Zi Yu had come with obvious bad intentions, she immediately thought of sending a warning.

She bent down, picked up a small stone from the ground, and casually threw it.

The stone was aimed at the small courtyard on the right, a precise strike. The courtyard’s defensive Restriction Ward instantly flared to life.

The next moment, Feng Qi Yun came out cursing under his breath.

Xiu Luo chuckled and said: “Feng Qi Yun, help me pass on a message.”

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Fang Cheng Lang and Lan Zi Yu were focused on going to the Inner Court to look for Yu Zhao. But when they finally reached the Inner Court and saw the scattered courtyards laid out neatly, they were stunned all over again.

They had no idea where Yu Zhao lived.

Lan Zi Yu suggested: “Let’s ask someone.”

Fang Cheng Lang nodded. As his gaze swept around, it met a pair of bright, spirited eyes.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Lan.”

Xiu Luo was standing at the gate of a small courtyard. She greeted them calmly and politely, but she was a little nervous inside.

Fang Cheng Lang and Lan Zi Yu quickly returned the greeting.

Fang Cheng Lang asked in a gentle tone: “Junior Sister, do you know where Junior Sister Yu, Yu Zhao, lives? Could we trouble you to show us the way?”

Compared to Lan Zi Yu, Fang Cheng Lang understood better how to get along with Fellow Disciples. His voice was as warm as a spring breeze.

In her heart, Xiu Luo silently praised him, [The Gentleman Sword really does live up to his name.] On her face, though, she stayed serious and asked: “I know where Senior Sister Yu lives, but I want to ask first, what business do you two Senior Brothers have with Senior Sister Yu?”

Lan Zi Yu frowned, his tone sharp as he snapped: “Why should we tell you?”

Xiu Luo copied Yu Zhao’s helpless look and shrugged: “Then please forgive this Junior Sister for being unable to help.”

“You…” Lan Zi Yu was furious. Since when did Inner Disciples dare to bully him like this?

“Enough.”

Fang Cheng Lang stopped Lan Zi Yu and gave Xiu Luo a long, meaningful look.

Xiu Luo did not dodge or look away. She calmly accepted his gaze.

Fang Cheng Lang said: “We have no bad intentions. We just want to explain some misunderstandings to Junior Sister Yu.”

Xiu Luo guessed that Feng Qi Yun should have delivered the message by now, so she stopped trying to delay on purpose. She turned and walked up the mountain as she said: “Please follow me.”

Her attitude changed so quickly that Fang Cheng Lang and Lan Zi Yu were stunned for a moment, then hurried to follow her.

At the mountain top.

Yu Zhao thanked Feng Qi Yun, sent him away along the small path behind the courtyard, then turned back, coldness rising in her eyes.

Her peaceful life had not even lasted one full day before it was ruined again by people from Lone Moon Peak.

As expected, Lone Moon Peak was the biggest obstacle on her cultivation path.

Thinking that Fang Cheng Lang and Lan Zi Yu should already be on their way up the mountain, Yu Zhao did not go back into her courtyard. She stood in front of the fence outside, waiting for the two uninvited guests.

In less than half a stick of incense, Xiu Luo, Fang Cheng Lang, and Lan Zi Yu reached the top of the mountain.

On the way here, Fang Cheng Lang and Lan Zi Yu had prepared a belly full of words they wanted to say to Yu Zhao.

But when they actually saw her, it was as if someone had stuffed cotton into their throats. They could not say a single word and just stared blankly at her.

Yu Zhao did not spare them even a glance. She walked straight toward Xiu Luo and smiled as she said: “Junior Sister Xiu Luo, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Xiu Luo laughed heartily.

The two of them quickly exchanged a look, then Xiu Luo took the initiative to find an excuse and went down the mountain.

Only the former Senior Brothers and Junior Sister were left at the top of the mountain.

“Little Six…”

Fang Cheng Lang had only just started to speak when Yu Zhao impatiently raised her hand and cut him off. She said: “Stop right there. Senior Brother Fang, I am no longer a disciple of Lone Moon Peak. From now on, please call me Junior Sister Yu or Yu Zhao.”

“Senior Brother Fang? You are calling me Senior Brother Fang?”

Fang Cheng Lang was hit hard. He even staggered a little.

Lan Zi Yu looked at her in disbelief: “Yu Zhao! It was Master who told you to hurry down the mountain. Are you going to deny even us now?”

Yu Zhao sneered and said: “Aren’t you all on his side?”

“Of course not! We are here to bring you home!” Lan Zi Yu shouted in defense.

“Home?” Yu Zhao said calmly. “Lone Moon Peak is not my home. I, Yu Zhao, am a cursed lonely star. I have had no parents since I was small. I have no family.”

When she said this, her expression and tone were both very calm.

In the past, she had felt inferior and sad because of this, but now she felt that it was actually an advantage for cultivating the Ruthless Dao.

She did not have to worry about being affected by love or family. She would not hold back or hesitate because of anyone.

“No, that’s not true, Little Six. We are all your family. Lone Moon Peak is your home.” Fang Cheng Lang spoke quickly.

Yu Zhao had been raised by him. He understood very clearly where her Heart Devil lay.

What she had cared about most before was family. Now she said she did not want it anymore, just like that. Did she really no longer care at all?

“Yu Zhao, don’t say things just to be angry. Look, what is this?” Lan Zi Yu said as he took out the trump card he had prepared.

He pulled out a flute and held it up: “This is your most treasured Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute. I am returning it to its rightful owner. Come back with us now. As for everything in the past, we will write it all off.”

Lan Zi Yu handed the Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute to Yu Zhao. A flash of pride crossed his eyes.

If Yu Zhao was sensible, she should follow this step down, agree to go back to Lone Moon Peak with them, apologize to Master, and regain her status as a Personal Disciple.

Yu Zhao stayed silent.

She felt she had already spoken very clearly. Why could Fang Cheng Lang and Lan Zi Yu still not understand?

Purple Cloud Bamboo was not some rare kind of wood. It was Yu Zhao’s feelings for Lan Zi Yu that gave the Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute its special value.

Now that Yu Zhao no longer thought much of Lan Zi Yu, how could she still care about a broken flute?

“Lan Zi Yu, Senior Brother Lan, I will say it again,” Yu Zhao said calmly. “I will not go back to Lone Moon Peak, and I do not want to be your Junior Sister anymore. As for this Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute, you can give it to whoever you like. It has nothing to do with me. If you have nothing else, then please leave. I still need to go back and cultivate.”

“Yu Zhao! Haven’t you made enough trouble!” Lan Zi Yu was completely enraged by Yu Zhao’s uncaring attitude. “First Senior Brother and I have both come here in person to apologize to you. What more do you want! We only scolded you a few times, that’s all. I apologize to you, alright? I’m sorry! It was all my fault! Is that enough?”

He and First Senior Brother had already put down their pride and personally invited Yu Zhao to go back. What else was she dissatisfied with?

Did she have to make a huge scene, let everyone in the sect know, before she would stop?

Why couldn’t she just be more sensible?

Yu Zhao was already used to Lan Zi Yu’s temper and mood swings.

Leaning lazily against the fence, she looked relaxed as she said: “Are you finished? If you’re finished, then go back. I really am very busy.”

Once again, Yu Zhao felt how urgent cultivation was.

If her cultivation level were equal to Fang Cheng Lang and Lan Zi Yu’s right now, she would not need to stand at the door wasting time talking. She could just serve them a full-course Illusion Art feast, beat drums and gongs, and send the two of them straight back to Lone Moon Peak. That would be the end of it.

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