After Changing To The Ruthless Way The Brothers Cried And Begged For Forgiveness Chapter 303

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Ye Cong Xin had never held a grudge against Wang Sheng, even though he once choked her by the neck. What she felt toward him wasn’t resentment, but jealousy.

She envied how this “fool” possessed the talents she had always dreamed of—exceptional aptitude, a strong, healthy body, and unparalleled good fortune. Meanwhile, she had nothing. Whatever she desired, she had to fight for, to steal or seize by herself.

Driven by jealousy, she set her sights on Wang Sheng as her next target.

Recently, Hermit Bao Hua had been busy at the Main Peak, assisting Sect Master Wu Sang with alchemy. With no time to monitor Wang Sheng closely, she left him to wander freely in the courtyard. Initially, Bao Hua had planned to confine Wang Sheng indoors to prevent him from causing trouble. However, she discovered that whenever he was placed in a closed, dark space, he would lose control of his emotions and become mentally unstable. Left with no other choice, Bao Hua let him stay in the courtyard, keeping only occasional watch over him.

Luckily, Wang Sheng was a quiet and non-troublesome individual, content to entertain himself within the courtyard. Gradually, Bao Hua relaxed her vigilance, focusing entirely on her alchemy. It was during this lapse that Ye Cong Xin saw an opportunity.

However, Ye Cong Xin underestimated how difficult it would be to deal with a “fool.” Despite her attempts to befriend him, Wang Sheng treated her as if she were invisible, not even sparing her a glance. Ye Cong Xin had ways to win his favor, but there was a critical problem—she couldn’t enter the courtyard, and Wang Sheng simply ignored her. Even with countless schemes in mind, she had no way to execute them.

Frustrated but undeterred, her tenacity, honed through countless life-threatening encounters, kept her resolute. As long as Wang Sheng remained within the Five Elements Dao Sect, she would not give up.

Meanwhile, she still needed to maintain her current “blood bags.” Leaving the guest courtyard, she returned to Lone Moon Peak, preparing fresh fruits and snacks before visiting Lan Zi Yu’s abode.

When Ye Cong Xin entered his room, she saw him sitting by the window, gazing out with a melancholy expression. He looked like a man pining away in solitude, and her carefully composed expression nearly cracked.

How long had it been since that duel? Three months? Five months? While Quan Ye had gone out and awakened his Azure Dragon bloodline, Lan Zi Yu was still here wallowing in self-pity? A grown man, with a heart as small as a needle’s point.

For a brief moment, Ye Cong Xin was tempted to drain him dry, just so she wouldn’t have to endure his pitiful state any longer. But outwardly, she forced a sweet smile.

“Second Senior Brother, I noticed the sect has some fresh spirit fruits today. I brought you some—please, have a taste,” she said, arranging the fruits on the table.

Lan Zi Yu glanced listlessly at the vibrant fruits, muttering, “Little Junior Sister, you’re too kind.” With that, he returned to staring out the window.

Ye Cong Xin’s suppressed anger flared up again. Clenching her fists, she pushed through with a cheerful tone. “Second Senior Brother, these spirit fruits are really delicious. You should try them~”

Lan Zi Yu shook his head and remained lost in thought, as though he were a lifeless statue. That was the final straw.

Ye Cong Xin abruptly stood, flipping the table. The plate of spirit fruits crashed against the wall, scattering the fruits across the floor with a loud clatter. The commotion startled Lan Zi Yu, and for the first time in a long while, his dull eyes showed a hint of life. He looked at her in shock, seemingly unable to believe that his usually gentle and lovely junior sister could lose her temper so violently.

Ye Cong Xin glared at him, waiting to see what he would do. Surely, he was angry now? Perhaps he might even retaliate? Anger meant he still had fight in him—something she could work with.

Lan Zi Yu was indeed angry, but only for a fleeting moment before he sighed and let the fire in his heart extinguish. Resigned, he said, “Little Junior Sister, I don’t deserve your fruits. Take them back—there’s no need to get upset.”

Ye Cong Xin couldn’t believe her ears. Was this really Lan Zi Yu? The once-proud and arrogant second disciple of Master Qing Yan? Where was his dignity? His backbone?

“Second Senior Brother! What’s wrong with you? Have you forgotten who you are? You’re Lan Zi Yu, the second senior disciple of Lone Moon Peak and a personal student of Master Qing Yan! Look at yourself now—do you still resemble a cultivator of the Divine Transformation Stage? Where’s your pride? Your integrity?”

She was more anxious than Lan Zi Yu himself. If he didn’t rise again, she wouldn’t be able to siphon off his good fortune. That was unacceptable!

Switching tactics, she softened her tone, coaxing him. “I understand how you feel. Losing to Quan Ye must have been hard, especially for someone as proud as you. But as the saying goes, victory and defeat are common in life. Losing a duel is nothing unusual. I’ve lost to Senior Sister Yu Zhao plenty of times before. You don’t need to dwell on it.”

“I’m not like you,” Lan Zi Yu said, showing a bit more spirit.

Ye Cong Xin’s face showed calculated confusion, though a bad feeling crept over her heart. “What do you mean?”

“You lose to Yu Zhao nine times out of ten, so you’ve grown used to it. But Quan Ye has never beaten me—until this time…” He sighed deeply. “Forget it. You wouldn’t understand.”

Only Yu Zhao could comprehend his current feelings.

Ye Cong Xin’s smile froze. What did Lan Zi Yu mean by that? Was he mocking her? She had only ever lost to Yu Zhao on purpose to gain their sympathy—it was all part of her strategy! If they fought seriously, who knew who would win?

Damn Lan Zi Yu! She should’ve just let him rot!

But before leaving, she delivered a devastating blow. “By the way, Senior Sister Yu has formed her Nascent Soul. She’s now a Nascent Soul cultivator. When she returns to the sect, she’ll be able to establish her own peak and lineage.”

Watching Lan Zi Yu’s face turn from pale to red to purple was deeply satisfying. At least she got something out of this disastrous visit.

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