Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 257

Chang Niang reacted the most intensely, with flames bursting from every pore of her body, yet her skin showed no signs of burns.

She swayed, clutching her chest, and smiled weakly at Mo Yu, “Little Junior Sister, I need to go into seclusion. We’ll have to delay the rescue mission for Senior Brother. I can barely hold it in anymore.”

“Senior Sister, be careful. Go ahead.”

Yu Junhao’s face was deathly pale, half crying, half laughing, his handsome features twisted.

“I also need to…”

Mo Yu quickly pushed him outside.

“Senior Brother, go into seclusion as soon as possible.”

Most of the people had already left when Mo Yu noticed Ning Shaoyang and Qin Ting glaring at each other.

One was the Saint of the Zither, the other the Saint of Flowers; they had past conflicts and couldn’t stand each other.

They didn’t expect to meet here.

Mo Yu, afraid they might start fighting, stood between them.

“Both of you, leave. I have things to do.”

Maybe it was because of the long suppression by the immortal-grade scrolls, but now that her spiritual sea had lightened, she felt much more comfortable.

She had a faint feeling of breaking through.

The two glared at each other, almost simultaneously asking, “How do you know each other?”

Their tone suggested they were competing for Mo Yu.

Mo Yu was exasperated.

“I’m not close with either of you. I called you here only because these immortal-grade scrolls are not something everyone can handle. You have decent talent and should be able to handle them and make good use of them.”

Her words, “I’m not close with either of you,” pulled them out of their argument.

They looked at her in shock.

These were immortal-grade scrolls!

Just one could cause a massive stir in the entire Martial world!

And Mo Yu simply gave them to people she wasn’t close with?

They thought they held a special place in her heart…

Maybe she had feelings for them despite only meeting a few times.

But it turned out they were just deluding themselves?

“I have always valued a person’s talent. You two, as well as Wang Yun’e, have shown great potential. These immortal-grade scrolls are just a bonus. I hope you all will shine brightly in the cultivation world,” Mo Yu said seriously, her expression solemn.

She bowed to them, then her figure flashed as she boarded her White Rock Flying Boat and disappeared.

She left so swiftly, not giving them time to react.

So, after giving them such precious immortal-grade scrolls, she didn’t need anything in return and just left?

With no ulterior motives?

Wang Yun’e sighed deeply.

“Miss Mo is someone I truly admire. She gathered us not because of any personal connections but because our talents could handle the immortal-grade scrolls. She genuinely has a heart for the Great Dao.”

Ning Shaoyang and Qin Ting exchanged glances, feeling a deep sense of guilt.

They had been shallow.

They thought Mo Yu was just spreading her affections.

…

Bai Roujing appeared in a dense forest.

She plopped down on the ground, cried out in pain, and quickly patted the dirt off before standing up.

It was pitch dark all around, with the occasional roar of wild beasts.

She hugged her arms, looking around nervously.

“Where is this place? System, quickly transport me out of here. Being in the forest at night is a death wish.”

The system took a moment before speaking.

“Host, you failed again. Please complete the task seriously.”

Bai Roujing rolled her eyes, her tone growing harsher.

“It’s not like I wanted to fail. Ning Shaoyang is hard to deal with, and your medicine is useless. Is that my fault?”

The system was too tired to argue.

It was Bai Roujing’s own stupidity. She could have easily gone to the roof and sprinkled the powder inside.

The invisibility effect he provided was excellent; Ning Shaoyang wouldn’t have noticed.

“Host, your task is to sow discord between Ning Shaoyang and his sect, making him your ally.

Please take the task seriously and finish it. You have less than two months left.”