After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness Chapter 200: He Admitted It, He Couldn’t Let Go of Yu Zhao

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Yu Zhao was about to kick Yao Ji off the competition platform when Yao Ji’s breathing suddenly beca erratic, and her face turned unnaturally red.

Without a second thought, Yu Zhao frantically retreated.

Elder Sacrificial Blade reacted swiftly, setting up a protective formation around Yao Ji.

Then, a deafening explosion rang out. Yao Ji’s body disintegrated into a mist of blood, lingering in the confined space.

“Yao Ji… self-destructed?”

The crowd was stunned into silence.

It was just a competition—how could it escalate to this?

Could it be that Yao Ji, unable to accept the destruction of her cherished beauty, chose such an extre thod of suicide in despair?

The crowd was bewildered, their confusion palpable.

Yu Zhao’s eyes dimd slightly. The last image in her mind was Yao Ji’s gaze before her death—not filled with hatred or madness, but a pleading regret.

It seed Yao Ji knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it, forced to watch it unfold.

Thinking about the faint fragrance lingering around Yao Ji, Yu Zhao’s expression turned thoughtful.

“Yu Zhao wins!”

Elder Sacrificial Blade loudly declared Yu Zhao’s victory.

The crowd shifted their focus back to Yu Zhao, erupting in thunderous applause.

Amid the roaring cheers, Yu Zhao collected herself, nodding to the audience in acknowledgnt. Her gaze seed to sweep unintentionally across the crowd, landing briefly on Ye Cong Xin.

Ye Cong Xin… was it you?

Elder Sacrificial Blade carefully collected the only traces of Yao Ji left behind and announced that they would be properly laid to rest. Without delay, he began hosting the final round of the sect competition.

The teams from the Five Elents Dao Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect approached the competition platform from opposite sides.

At the forefront, Liu Zheng and Zhou Jin Yue exchanged a smile.

In perfect harmony, they attacked simultaneously.

The rest of the team quickly found their respective opponents, and the stage lit up with flashes of spiritual energy.

“Who do you think is more likely to win?”

“Isn’t it obvious? The Five Elents Dao Sect will definitely win! Senior Sister Zhou is both stunning and formidable. If she doesn’t win, it’d be outrageous!”

“But Senior Sister Liu from the Heavenly Sword Sect is also incredible. There might be an unexpected result.”

“…”

This year’s cultivation competition saw a surge of talent, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in a thousand years. The audience voiced their opinions enthusiastically.

Yu Zhao’s gaze swept over Zhou Jin Yue, Liu Zheng, Zhang Jun, and Ji Han Zhou. Everyone perford steadily. The only differences lay in individual strength and teamwork cohesion.

In these aspects, the Five Elents Dao Sect clearly held the upper hand.

Yu Zhao noticed that Ji Han Zhou had made significant progress recently, likely training day and night since returning to the Heavenly Sword Sect, without a mont’s rest.

However, having just reached the Golden Core stage, his swordsmanship could only partially compensate for the gap in cultivation. His opponent was one of the Five Elents Dao Sect’s top disciples.

In such closely matched battles, the smallest edge determined victory.

Thus, this battle was destined to end in favor of the Five Elents Dao Sect.

When Zhou Jin Yue’s arrow deflected Liu Zheng’s sword, Liu Zheng gave a bitter smile.

She had lost.

“Victory goes to the Five Elents Dao Sect!”

On the high platform, Sect Master Ji Yuan bead like a blooming trumpet flower, continuously cupping his hands in deference to Sect Leader Chong Yang. “Thank you for going easy on us!”

Sect Leader Chong Yang was frustrated but forced to return the courtesy. “Not at all. Your sect’s disciples are simply superior.”

Sect Master Ji Yuan smacked his lips twice. “That’s undeniable, considering my senior disciple Zhou Jin Yue led the team this ti. Hahaha, at least she didn’t embarrass .”

The other sect leaders and elders were montarily stunned, pointing at him in exasperation, shaking their heads with a smile.

Sect Leader Chong Yang felt his liver ache in anger.

This old fox wasn’t being polite—he was setting a trap, using his disciple’s achievents to praise himself!

Shaless!

Sect Master Ji Yuan was elated, even finding Master Qing Yan more agreeable than usual.

But when he thought of the few small pills hidden in his sleeve, his smile faltered slightly.

Tomorrow was the award ceremony—he couldn’t help but worry if Master Qing Yan would cause so other disturbance.

Troubleso.

…

“Cheers!”

Dozens of wine cups were raised simultaneously, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.

Tonight’s banquet had been organized by Yan Shan, the senior disciple of Aspiration Pavilion, with help from Zhou Jin Yue and others. The attendees were all individuals with a close relationship to Yu Zhao.

Si Tu Xuan and Yao Wu Ji, seated among the sect disciples, seed a bit uneasy at first. However, after several rounds of drinks, they gradually relaxed and joined in the revelry.

As the center of everyone’s attention, Yu Zhao beca the focus of nurous toasts. Yan Shan spared no expense for the occasion, secretly bringing out so of the sect master’s rare collection of fine wine.

True to her nature, Yu Zhao never declined a drink. Before long, she could feel the alcohol taking effect. Although her expression remained composed, her usually cold eyes glistened slightly, betraying her inebriation. While her consciousness stayed clear, her thoughts began to slow.

For instance, it took her a mont to register Su Ming standing in front of her.

Her brows furrowed, and displeasure showed clearly on her face. She was about to sidestep him when Su Ming called out.

“Yu Xiao Zhao! I need to talk to you!”

His voice was loud, drawing everyone’s attention. All eyes turned toward him.

Both Zhou Jin Yue and Ji Han Zhou sprang to their feet.

“You can say whatever you need to right here,” Zhou Jin Yue said coldly.

“No, this is between and Yu Xiao Zhao alone,” Su Ming insisted, staring intently at her.

Yu Zhao wanted to refuse outright, but the potent alcohol left her speechless for a mont.

Misunderstanding her silence as agreent, Zhou Jin Yue and the others thoughtfully made space for the two to talk.

“Senior Sister Zhou…”

“Yu Xiao Zhao!” Su Ming’s voice drowned out hers.

He spoke passionately. “Yu Xiao Zhao, co back. Ever since you left, the senior disciples have been listless, and even Master has beco increasingly erratic. Everyone misses you. Just admit your mistake to Master and return.

“From now on, I’ll listen to you in everything. Whatever you say goes. Even our junior sister will have to step aside for you.

“Please, don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

It had taken great courage for Su Ming to approach Yu Zhao. After all, she had recently rejected him once already, and his pride couldn’t bear being trampled on again.

But now he had co to terms with his feelings. He couldn’t stand seeing her laugh and chat with others while shutting him out. He admitted it—he couldn’t let her go.

Whatever mistakes he had made in the past, he was willing to change. As long as Yu Zhao returned to Lone Moon Peak and their lives returned to their forr happiness, sacrificing a bit of dignity didn’t matter.

When he finished, he waited anxiously for her response.

“Get lost.”

Su Ming’s expression froze. “W-what?”

“I said, get lost!”

Though Yu Zhao’s gaze was hazy, her tone was unwavering.

She was drunk, not foolish.

A few flimsy apologies weren’t enough to erase the pain of her past. To return to Lone Moon Peak, to endure the sa servitude as before? Never.

From the mont she left Lone Moon Peak, she had no intention of looking back.

Su Ming’s hand clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palm as his eyes reddened.

“Why? Tell why!”

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