Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 212

Mo Yu wore a simple silk robe, the standard attire for sect disciples. A red silk ribbon cinched her slim waist, highlighting her graceful figure.

Her features were exquisitely delicate, her face as white as snow. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, adorned with a red coral hairpin. Emerald earrings swayed gently with her movements, accentuating the curve of her jade-like neck.

She looked lazy, her eyes half-closed, filled with an ethereal glow. It seemed she was looking at them, yet also through them, gazing into the distance, adding to her enigmatic beauty.

The most noteworthy thing, however, was the black longsword that had fiercely attacked the barrier earlier. Now, it hovered obediently in the air, letting Mo Yu lean against it.

The Master Pavilion, who was in the high stage of the Nascent Soul Phase, immediately saw through her cultivation level.

“Nascent Soul Phase, first level! At such a young age, she’s already reached the Nascent Soul Phase? Is she even human? How did she do it?” The Master Pavilion felt his temples throb.

This wasn’t just out of fear; it was also a strategic assessment. The Tuo Yue Sect could be a valuable ally.

Their sect had just reached the second tier, a crucial time for expanding their influence. This meant their dependence on family forces was significant. Joining a second-tier sect now was far better than being forcibly absorbed by a third or fourth-tier sect in the future.

However…

The Master Pavilion discreetly glanced at the indignant crowd.

He opened his mouth to say “good,” but before he could, an older guest shouted, “This isn’t fair! This young girl is already at the Nascent Soul Phase!”

“Fool!” the Master Pavilion cursed under his breath.

As expected, his words caused an uproar.

“What? She’s at the Nascent Soul Phase at such a young age?”

“Oh my gosh! Nascent Soul Phase? That’s impossible! She looks so young!”

“When I saw her use that black sword to smash our barrier, I knew something was off. But I didn’t expect her to be at the Nascent Soul Phase!”

“Her talent is unbelievable!”

Wang Zhi and several elders frowned slightly.

Mo Yu looked innocent, lazily leaning on her Soul Devouring Sword with her arms crossed. “This has nothing to do with me. Someone among you is at the Nascent Soul Phase and can see through my cultivation level.”

The Master Pavilion cleared his throat and spoke up, “We can compete, but we must choose the terms.”

The people below anxiously watched the Master Pavilion negotiate.

His voice was steady, giving off a strange sense of security.

“If we compare cultivation levels, our people can’t match your exceptional talent. That’s unfair to us. Let’s choose formations instead. If you lose, you must leave our territory and never return!”

His cold eyes swept across the crowd.

He was weighing his options.

Even if they lost, joining the Tuo Yue Sect wouldn’t be a bad outcome. They might even gain some benefits. But if they won, the Blazing Fire Pavilion would gain immense fame, and no other sect would dare to challenge them lightly.

This competition had many benefits and no downsides.

His words moved the crowd below.

In their eyes, the Master Pavilion was striving for their benefit.

“Yes! We agree!”

“Let’s see how skilled your sect’s formation masters are!”

The Master Pavilion watched Wang Zhi’s face closely and saw the hesitation there, which pleased him.

As expected, formations were likely not a strong suit for the sect.

Wang Zhi hesitated and asked Mo Yu, “Disciple, do you know anything about formations?”

His question had a probing tone.

“Me?” Mo Yu looked puzzled. “I’ve read a few books but haven’t really studied them. It shouldn’t be too hard, right?”

Just read a few books?

The people below sighed in relief.

The Master Pavilion felt a bit excited but didn’t show it.

“Since you’re strong members of your sect, you must be skilled in formations. If you win, our Blazing Fire Pavilion will follow you. But if you lose… you’ll have to compensate us.”

Wang Zhi frowned. “What kind of compensation?”

The other elders looked troubled as well.

Mo Yu, however, seemed indifferent, casually examining her delicate nails.

Seeing Mo Yu’s nonchalance reassured the Master Pavilion even more.

This girl seemed like she was raised in the sect, relying on abundant cultivation resources without any real skills.