After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness Chapter 324: Like Yu Zhao, He’s Born Wicked

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Sect Master Ji Yuan was stunned. “Jin Yue, are you implying…?”

“I don’t know,” Zhou Jin Yue replied, shaking her head.

Without having seen Ye Cong Xin’s corpse, an unease lingered in her heart.

Sect Master Ji Yuan’s expression grew grave. “Ye Cong Xin managed to remain unseen right under our noses. She may have other tricks up her sleeve. We must stay vigilant,” he said after a brief pause. “I’ll consult with the elders and reach out to the other sects. If she intends to stir chaos in the cultivation world, she’ll first have to deal with us.”

Zhou Jin Yue knew this was the best course of action for now, so she suppressed her doubts and asked about Sect Master Wu Sang’s progress with alchemy.

Hearing this, Sect Master Ji Yuan’s lips twitched into a slight smile. “It’s almost done. Just half a year at most.”

While Sect Master Wu Sang was focused on refining pills, Sect Master Ji Yuan hadn’t been idle. He frequently visited to check on the process, using various flimsy excuses to send disciples there to learn.

Sect Master Wu Sang and Hermit Bao Hua turned a blind eye to his antics. Occasionally, if Hermit Bao Hua was in a good mood, she would even provide guidance…

As Sect Master Ji Yuan spoke, he suddenly slapped his thigh. Zhou Jin Yue, puzzled, asked, “Master?”

With a wry smile, Sect Master Ji Yuan explained, “I’ve been feeling like I forgot sothing… The young man in Hermit Bao Hua’s courtyard is gone. I had assured her I’d keep an eye on him.”

“Wang Sheng?”

“Yes, him.”

“He’s missing?”

“When Quan Ye and Ye Cong Xin fought, the house collapsed. By the ti the disciples went to clean up, he was already gone. We’ve searched the entire sect but found no trace of him.”

Zhou Jin Yue frowned deeply. The Five Elents Dao Sect’s protective array was no re decoration. If Wang Sheng managed to leave unnoticed, his background couldn’t be simple.

Hearing that Ye Cong Xin had been getting close to him recently, she couldn’t help but wonder: could there be an unknown connection between them?

The more Zhou Jin Yue thought about it, the more her head ached.

At the sa ti, soone else within the sect was experiencing an even greater headache.

…

“What did you say? Little Junior Sister is dead? Impossible! How could she die? Cui Jue, you’re vile! You’re cursing her! I must have misjudged you!” Lan Zi Yu bellowed, his eyes red and his deanor hysterical.

Cui Jue’s indifferent gaze swept over the shouting Lan Zi Yu. His tone was icy. “I’ve delivered the ssage. Whether you believe it or not is your problem.”

With that, he turned to leave.

Lan Zi Yu wouldn’t let him go so easily. He darted forward and grabbed Cui Jue’s arm. “You’re not leaving! Explain yourself! Why curse Little Junior Sister? Hasn’t she treated you well?”

“Well?” Cui Jue sneered. “Tell , what exactly has she done for ?”

As an alchemist, Cui Jue spent most of his ti in seclusion refining pills. It was Yu Zhao who tended his dicinal garden and cared for his delicate plants. What had Ye Cong Xin done? Nothing but offer a few sweet words after his seclusion.

Yet he had crafted high-grade pills tailored specifically for her. If there was anyone he had wronged, it was Yu Zhao.

“She…” Lan Zi Yu stamred, his fury flaring again. “You don’t even know what she’s done for you! How can I have such an ungrateful junior brother!”

“And how can I have such a clueless senior brother?” Cui Jue’s long-repressed hatred erupted. He shook off Lan Zi Yu’s grip with force. “Let ask you: what did you see in your dreams?”

Lan Zi Yu, consud by rage, didn’t question how Cui Jue knew about his dreams. He retorted instinctively, “Why should I tell you?”

Cui Jue smirked coldly. “Do you know why Quan Ye and Su Ming tried to kill Ye Cong Xin? Because they had the sa dream as you. Does that clear things up for you?”

After waking from his own dream, Cui Jue had initially been lost in thought, unaware of Quan Ye and Su Ming’s actions. By the ti they were brought back to Lone Moon Peak, he realized he wasn’t the only one who had dread. He had no intention of confronting Lan Zi Yu about it but was ordered by the elders to inform him.

Lan Zi Yu was stunned. Everyone had the sa dream? And they believed it?

How could they? It was fake! Just a dream!

He opened his mouth to mock them but found himself speechless.

“Lan Zi Yu,” Cui Jue said, his voice dripping with disdain, “if not for you being swayed by Ye Cong Xin, constantly slandering Yu Zhao, how could I have ever doubted her? Ye Cong Xin is wicked, but you’re just stupid—stupid beyond hope, a willing pawn in her sches! Don’t call yourself my senior brother again. It sickens .”

With a final glare, Cui Jue strode away. This ti, Lan Zi Yu didn’t follow. He stood frozen, reeling from the revelations.

From sunrise to sunset, he stood motionless, oblivious to the passage of ti, as if he were a lifeless clay figure.

…

“Qing Yan, I’m leaving,” a voice echoed in Master Qing Yan’s sea of consciousness.

Rather than feeling relieved, Master Qing Yan grew even more wary. “What are you planning now?”

Despite his efforts to expel the foreign soul, he had failed. The soul had stayed, seemingly with no intention of leaving—until now. Its sudden decision to depart raised his suspicions.

“Ti, fate, fortune… none of it is within my control,” the soul said with a bitter laugh.

Having unexpectedly returned to his past life, the soul had hoped to alter destiny. Yet ddling in karmic ties had only entangled him further, leading him to relive his past mistakes. He finally realized he didn’t belong in this world and that staying could lead Master Qing Yan astray.

“I’m letting go,” the soul said softly.

“Qing Yan,” it called again. Master Qing Yan remained silent, but the soul continued, “After I’m gone, you may find fragnts of my mories. Whether they help you is up to fate. One last thing: you owe Yu Zhao much. If you ever get the chance, repay her with your life.”

Master Qing Yan scoffed coldly. Lies again.

The soul, sensing his thoughts, laughed mournfully. Then, resolutely, it self-destructed. Its ethereal form shattered into countless sparks, rging with Master Qing Yan’s consciousness.

Master Qing Yan felt a soothing coolness quell the turmoil within his mind. Stunned, he realized the soul had used itself to heal his sea of consciousness, completely obliterating any chance of reincarnation.

This ti, it hadn’t lied.

But why…?

An overwhelming sorrow surged through Master Qing Yan. For the first ti, he was lost.

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