Chapter 108: Sun Qigang Isn't Dead?

Only after Ye Jiuyao had gone far into the night did everyone gradually come back to their senses. They looked at the pale, somewhat sickly and desolate boy, their eyes filled with deep apprehension.

“Who was that just now?!” someone finally asked.

But no one answered. The air grew unbearably silent. On the ground, the foolish dog lay wide-eyed.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What just happened?

A barrage of soul-searching questions plagued him, making him doubt his own existence. He had nearly succeeded, yet a pale hand had suddenly flashed before him. With a sharp sound, he was knocked to the ground.

When he awoke, his right cheek throbbed with unbearable pain, as if he had narrowly escaped death’s door.

*Cough, cough...*

Suddenly, the foolish dog began to cough violently. It was then that someone recalled Ye Jiuyao’s identity.

“I heard from Scar’s men that a fierce newcomer appeared, single-handedly defeating Scar and punching Cao Sisi to tears...”

“What?!”

“The big sister actually cried from being beaten?”

“Yeah, that’s what I heard...”

“...”

The reply was uncertain, hesitant.

Yet once again, silence fell over the group. After all, they had just witnessed Ye Jiuyao’s attack.

That palm strike was fluid and seamless, as if born of nature itself, its power mastered to perfection.

The blow delivered to the foolish dog seemed lethal or at least seriously injurious, but in the moment it landed, they realized the subtlety hidden within that palm.

“So, what’s this kid’s name?”

“No one knows. But we do know he’s strong. He might just be our biggest rival in this upcoming great competition.”

“Yeah, if we lose again, we’ll be reduced to menial disciples...”

“We’ve been trying to advance for years without success. Many inner disciples who started alongside us have surpassed us by far. If we don’t succeed this time, there won’t be another chance...”

“...”

Worry filled their hearts. The Thousand Leaf Sect was unlike other sects.

Menial disciples fought outer disciples for promotion; if the menial disciple won, they took the other’s place. If they lost, they couldn’t advance. But if an outer disciple lost, they were degraded to menial status—a fate worse than death, as many who had been demoted lost all will to cultivate.

None wanted that fate. Seeing Ye Jiuyao’s overwhelming strength, they immediately felt the pressure. Yet only one person stood out.

But no one could guess who would face Ye Jiuyao in battle. So, for now, they could only train desperately—especially Kuang Xiong.

At the moment he saw Ye Jiuyao strike, a restless stirring arose within him—a recognition of power and a yearning for strength.

...

In Cao Sisi’s cave dwelling:

“Damn it, why do I think about him the moment I start cultivating? Could it be... I’m falling into demonic madness?”

Cao Sisi’s face flushed deeply as she gazed before her, her eyes clouded with confusion. Her hands unconsciously clenched, a look of intoxication on her face.

“I must teach that brat a lesson. Clear my mind, clear my mind... cultivate... cultivate...”

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