novelraw Chapter 317: His Tears Are Worthless
Chapter 317: His Tears Are Worthless
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Dean Mo Xin’s face darkened.
“Why are you staring at me? Read the book!”
Yu Zhao caught the underlying resentment in his tone and quickly turned her head, her gaze falling once more on the blank pages of the Wordless Heavenly Book.
Suddenly, the book emitted an immense suction force. Before Yu Zhao could react, her mind was pulled into its depths.
When she regained awareness, she found herself in a dark tunnel. The suction didn’t weaken; it intensified, propelling her uncontrollably forward.
Although she lacked a physical body, she could feel the piercing cold of the dark wind, numbing her consciousness as if freezing her very soul.
Time passed, or so it seemed. It might have been ages or merely moments before a faint light appeared ahead.
The gentle warmth dispersed the cold winds, and Yu Zhao’s sluggish thoughts began to stir.
Ahead lay…A blinding white light flashed.
…
“Master, the high monks of Harmony Sound Temple… have perished.”
“And the other monks?”
“None survived. All 10,800 monks of Harmony Sound Temple have perished.”
The brief dialogue snapped Yu Zhao awake, her eyes wide with shock.
Looking closely, she saw the speakers were none other than Master Qing Yan and Fang Cheng Lang. But the pair looked entirely different. One was feeble and aged, while the other was emaciated with a sallow complexion. They bore no resemblance to the people she once knew.
A sudden realization struck Yu Zhao.
She had likely arrived in her past life, sometime after her death.
“Gather their remains and ensure a proper burial,” ordered Master Qing Yan.
“Master… there are no remains. Ye Cong Xin, enraged by their accusations of her being a malevolent demon, burned Harmony Sound Temple to the ground. The monks… they refused to abandon the temple to save themselves. Thus, nothing remains.”
Fang Cheng Lang choked with emotion, his tears staining his robes.
Master Qing Yan’s lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.
The pair stood silently, unaware that, in a separate spatial layer, Yu Zhao was watching them with eyes brimming with anger.
Her hatred was boundless. She hated Ye Cong Xin for her cruelty, but she also despised Qing Yan and Fang Cheng Lang for their incompetence and foolishness!
They had the chance to stop this! But their arrogance and prejudice blinded them. Ignoring her desperate warnings, they nurtured Ye Cong Xin’s rise.
Their sins were no less than the villainess herself!
Harmony Sound Temple was gone. But what about the others? What had become of Senior Sister Zhou, Sect Master Ji Yuan, Xiu Luo, Mu Ye from the Green Wood Sect, Ji Han Zhou from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Yao Wu Ji?
One name after another surfaced in Yu Zhao’s mind. She longed to leave and find their fates. But after flying barely ten zhang away, an invisible barrier rebuffed her.
Several attempts later, she grudgingly accepted her limitation: she could not stray more than ten zhang from Master Qing Yan.
As she calmed down, another thought chilled her—Senior Sister Zhou had already sacrificed herself at Dragon Roar Valley to protect their disciples. Ji Han Zhou had died young.
As for the others… Yu Zhao dared not ponder further.
Fang Cheng Lang, having reported the news, staggered away.
Master Qing Yan sat on the summit of Lone Moon Peak, unmoving, for ten days.
Yu Zhao, trapped at his side, was consumed by anxiety.
Finally, on the eleventh day, an unwelcome guest arrived.
It was none other than Ye Cong Xin.
For the first time, Yu Zhao saw Ye Cong Xin in her Divine Transformation Stage. No longer clad in simple garments, Ye Cong Xin wore an opulent and elaborate palace gown. Her red lips and charming face radiated arrogance and defiance.
This was the true Ye Cong Xin.
Upon seeing her, Master Qing Yan’s desolate eyes flared with rage. Without hesitation, he struck with a palm.
Ye Cong Xin chuckled lightly, her embroidered sleeve flicking casually.
The sound of chains clattered, and Master Qing Yan was hurled backward.
It was then Yu Zhao noticed the heavy chains binding Master Qing Yan’s feet, explaining his prolonged presence on the peak.
Ye Cong Xin laughed heartily. “Master, how many times must I say it? You cannot kill me. No one in this cultivation world can. No one.”
Master Qing Yan forced himself upright. “I regret not ending your life earlier!”
“Indeed, you were so powerful back then. Just a flick of your finger could have consigned me to the deepest hell. But alas, it was not I who died, but your precious Yu Zhao.”
“Silence! You are unworthy to speak her name!”
“Unworthy?” Ye Cong Xin sneered theatrically. “I never laid a finger on her. In the end, she died under your sword. If I’m unworthy, then so are you!”
“Come now, Master, if Yu Zhao were here, sword in hand, who do you think she’d strike first? Me… or you?”
Master Qing Yan turned deathly pale.
Listening to their exchange, Yu Zhao seethed silently.
If she could speak, she’d tell Ye Cong Xin the answer herself.
She’d pierce them both.
“Ye Cong Xin, you’d best kill me now. Otherwise, I swear I’ll make you pay blood for blood one day,” Master Qing Yan raged, his voice almost deranged.
Ye Cong Xin’s lips curled. “Master, I won’t kill you or the others. I want you all to live in endless torment, never finding peace. Only that would be worthy of my years of enduring humiliation.”
“You…!” Master Qing Yan coughed up blood, his body trembling, his once-glorious presence utterly diminished.
“Oh, one more thing, Master. I’m growing bored of this pathetic cultivation world. Soon, I’ll ascend to the higher realm. Once there, I’ll pay a visit to the ancestors of the Five Elements Dao Sect. I’m sure their fortunes will be delightful. Ha, ha, ha!”
Her mocking laughter lingered even after she left.
Blood tears streamed from Master Qing Yan’s eyes.
Regret. Regret. Regret!
But this sight stirred no emotion in Yu Zhao.
What could his regret achieve? Could it bring back the monks of Harmony Sound Temple? Could it slay the invincible Ye Cong Xin?
No. It was worthless.
At that moment, Fang Cheng Lang returned with another man.
While Fang Cheng Lang helped the coughing Master Qing Yan, the other man scanned the area.
When he turned, Yu Zhao’s gaze met the fogged-over eyes of the scarred man.
Recognition struck.
It was Cui Jue.
In her past life, poison robbed him of his five senses. Here, he had not escaped that fate. Worse, lacking the Longevity Fruit, his appearance was ruined.
“Yu Zhao… is it you?”
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