Chapter 304: Heaven’s Justice, Karma Prevails
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It wasn’t just Lan Zi Yu—no one on Lone Moon Peak, including herself, had ever thought Lan Zi Yu might harbor different feelings for Yu Zhao.
After all, Lan Zi Yu’s attitude toward Yu Zhao in the past had been nothing short of atrocious. Even though others might have harbored some dissatisfaction toward Yu Zhao, they would at least temper it out of respect for their past camaraderie as senior and junior disciples.
But Lan Zi Yu? He spared no restraint. He would curse at her whenever he pleased, his words sharp and cutting. Worse, he would even publicly air Yu Zhao’s embarrassing incidents, leaving her reputation in the Five Elements Dao Sect in tatters.
Could this behavior possibly be Lan Zi Yu’s way of expressing affection?
If so, Yu Zhao’s luck was abysmal—to be “liked” in such a manner by someone like him.
Lan Zi Yu, meanwhile, was still reeling from the shock of Yu Zhao achieving Nascent Soul Formation.
Though he had suffered several defeats at Yu Zhao’s hands before, in his heart, he still saw her as the meek junior sister who wouldn’t retaliate, whether verbally or physically.
Even after Yu Zhao won first place in the grand sect competition, Lan Zi Yu refused to acknowledge her true strength.
It wasn’t until Ye Cong Xin informed him that Yu Zhao had achieved Nascent Soul Formation that he was finally forced to confront reality. Yu Zhao had changed.
She was no longer the same. She had become a true prodigy.
Despite the calamity of rebuilding her Dao Foundation from scratch, she had surpassed everyone else.
In contrast, Lan Zi Yu’s once-proud talent paled in comparison.
The more he thought about it, the deeper his despair grew.
Everyone was advancing—everyone but him. He wasn’t just standing still; he was regressing.
What was the point of his existence anymore?
…
“Ding! Warning! Warning! The target’s luck value is dropping sharply and appears to be showing signs of suicidal tendencies. Host, please intervene immediately!”
The abrupt system alert jolted Ye Cong Xin out of her thoughts.
She looked down.
Sure enough, Lan Zi Yu’s eyes brimmed with pain and despair, almost tangible in their intensity.
Her mind flashed back to the day Lan Zi Yu mistakenly believed they had gotten intimate after drinking. Back then, he also looked similarly despondent, teetering on the edge of giving up on life.
“Slap!”
Old grudges and fresh anger surged through Ye Cong Xin as she delivered a powerful slap.
She didn’t hold back. The full force of her strike knocked the seated Lan Zi Yu sideways, sending him sprawling to the ground.
The stinging heat in her palm sent a rush of satisfaction coursing through her.
This feeling…
Pure bliss!
Lan Zi Yu was utterly dumbfounded. His cheek went numb from the blow, the metallic tang of blood on his tongue assuring him this was no dream.
“You…”
Furious, Lan Zi Yu was about to lash out when Ye Cong Xin suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him, tears streaming down her face.
“Second Senior Brother, I didn’t mean to hit you! I just wanted to snap you out of it! Do you know how much it hurts me to see you like this? Sob… sob…”
Ye Cong Xin cried so pitifully that Lan Zi Yu found himself at a loss for words.
His anger, trapped in his chest, couldn’t find an outlet. It felt like his chest was about to explode.
“Second Senior Brother, blame me if you want. Hit me if you must. I’d rather you beat me to death than watch you continue down this path of despair. I’m truly heartbroken…”
Ye Cong Xin was a master at feigning vulnerability.
Lan Zi Yu’s fury diminished under her tearful act, though he still muttered irritably, “Even so, you didn’t have to slap me in the face…”
She had even made his face swell!
“Second Senior Brother, I’m sorry. But I just didn’t know how else to help you. Does it hurt a lot?”
She cautiously reached out to touch Lan Zi Yu’s swollen cheek.
He flinched away, clearly annoyed.
Ye Cong Xin reached out again.
He dodged again.
After several rounds of this, Lan Zi Yu finally relented.
A cool sensation spread from Ye Cong Xin’s fingertips to his cheek.
“Second Senior Brother, I know it hurts. I truly apologize…”
Lan Zi Yu stared blankly at her tear-reddened eyes and listened to her soft, remorseful tone. Any lingering resentment he felt completely dissipated.
He had always known his little junior sister liked him. But he had no romantic feelings for her and couldn’t reciprocate her emotions.
Yet, despite knowing this, she continued to care for him silently, wholeheartedly attaching her true feelings to him.
This time, she must have mustered all her courage to slap him. She must feel worse about it than he did.
A trace of pity flickered in Lan Zi Yu’s gaze as he looked at Ye Cong Xin.
If he wallowed in despair, his little junior sister would undoubtedly suffer in silence.
If only for her sake, he couldn’t let himself sink further.
“Little Junior Sister, I’ve thought it through. I’ll pull myself together and stop giving in to despair.”
“Huh?”
Ye Cong Xin blinked.
She hadn’t even delivered the heartfelt speech she prepared, and Lan Zi Yu had already come to his senses?
“Little Junior Sister, you don’t have to worry about me anymore. Look at you—you’ve lost weight from all your fretting.”
Ye Cong Xin: “?”
Was Lan Zi Yu blind?
She had recently advanced to the Golden Core stage, her health improved, and her face had filled out. She was even pleased about it. Yet, Lan Zi Yu said she’d gotten thinner.
She had clearly gained weight!
Still, that one comment revealed Lan Zi Yu’s true reasoning.
Lan Zi Yu must have resolved to improve himself so he wouldn’t upset her with his behavior.
Ye Cong Xin smirked inwardly.
Thankfully, Lan Zi Yu was still the same person—arrogantly ridiculous.
Even after getting slapped, Lan Zi Yu assumed she was hopelessly in love with him, to the point of emotional devastation.
If believing in her devotion restored his confidence and spurred him back to cultivation, she didn’t mind playing the part of a devoted fool.
Besides, she had slapped him, so it wasn’t a complete loss.
The tension between them eased, the atmosphere becoming oddly harmonious.
…
In Master Qing Yan’s cavern abode, chaos reigned.
Master Qing Yan leaned against the wall, his face pale and drenched in sweat.
A familiar yet helpless voice echoed in his sea of consciousness.
“Qing Yan, we are one. Unless I willingly leave, you cannot force me out of your sea of consciousness. Why do you persist?”
“Silence! You are not me! You are a manifestation of corruption, disturbing my Dao heart!”
Master Qing Yan’s voice was hoarse, his expression laced with loathing.
“Sigh…”
The spirit sighed softly.
Master Qing Yan shared his character and thoughts. The spirit knew Master Qing Yan wasn’t denying the truth—it was that he refused to accept it.
He refused to believe his cherished little disciple could be a source of corruption. He refused to believe that the discarded Yu Zhao possessed a pure heart.
Just as he once ignored signs of Ye Cong Xin’s strange cultivation, pretending not to notice as she grew stronger, until disaster struck.
Now, he sought to atone. Yet Master Qing Yan stubbornly resisted his advice.
Would this life repeat the same tragic cycle?
The spirit shivered as the thought crossed his mind.
Master Qing Yan was his past self.
And he, who had transmigrated into another world, was none other than Yu Zhao, the misunderstood and forsaken.
Heaven’s justice was clear; karma never failed.
The sages spoke true.
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