Only the cult leader accepted my confession.-Chapter 24 - – I Only Made a Slight Move, and It Was Already Your Peak

The moment Ye Shu spoke, he moved.

Without hesitation, he activated the Thunder Escape Technique, his body instantly crackling with arcs of electricity.

In that instant, lightning surged around him, and with a single step, he shot forward like a golden streak tearing through the sky.

Boom!

The force of his movement sent shockwaves through the air, and before anyone could react, Ye Shu had already entered the depths of the black fog, appearing right in front of Qing Yunzi.

His speed was unimaginable—too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Qing Yunzi barely had time to process what was happening before an icy sensation spread from his neck.

A chilling realization dawned upon him.

His pupils shrank.

A silver sword gleamed against his throat, its blade exuding a cold, terrifying light.

A single push—just the smallest amount of force—and his blood would spill.

"I... I haven't even made a move yet," Qing Yunzi muttered in disbelief.

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He had poured everything into this battle, pushed himself to his absolute limit. Yet, he couldn't even react before his life was placed firmly in Ye Shu's hands.

How...?

His instincts screamed at him to remain still. One wrong move, and it would be over.

He gritted his teeth, the weight of reality crashing down upon him.

"I lost."

With a dull clang, his Black Killing Sword fell from his hand, hitting the ground like an echo of his defeat.

His pride, his confidence, his very sense of superiority—shattered.

The audience was stunned into silence for a moment before an explosion of cheers erupted.

"Master Mozi won? Just like that?!"

"How is this possible? I thought they'd battle fiercely for at least three hundred rounds!"

"To be honest... I thought Master Mozi might lose."

"I did too! But now? HA! Look at that fool from Demon Sword Mountain—he didn't even last a single exchange!"

"Long live Master Mozi! Master Mozi is the strongest!"

The disciples of Tiansha Palace roared in excitement.

No one had expected such an overwhelming victory.

Even Bai Rourou, standing at the side, was speechless.

She clenched the edge of her robes, her heart pounding.

Junior Brother... is this how powerful he truly is?

Her mind flashed back to the day before when Ye Shu had allowed her to attack freely.

He never even fought back...

And now, she understood why.

If Ye Shu had been serious back then, she wouldn't have lasted even a second.

Up in the sky, Luo Jiuyan watched the scene unfold, her frosty expression softening ever so slightly.

Her lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Even she hadn't expected Ye Shu to finish the battle this quickly.

He had given her yet another surprise.

But despite her pride, she maintained her usual cold demeanor.

"Shu'er performed well today," she remarked lightly.

"Well?"

Wu Meiyue, standing beside her, almost choked on her own breath.

Are you kidding me?!

This wasn't just "well"—this was absolute dominance!

A single move had decided the victor!

In a battle between cultivators, such a result only meant one thing—the disparity in strength was overwhelming.

As Qing Yunzi's mother, she couldn't accept it.

So, she bit her lip and forced a weak smile.

"Senior Sister, don't get too cocky. My son simply wasn't at his best today. This was just a fluke."

Luo Jiuyan raised an eyebrow, her sharp gaze sweeping over her junior sister.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Just then, Qing Yunzi spoke, his voice filled with frustration.

"I... I don't understand... No matter how much power I used, I couldn't even see your movements..."

His fists clenched as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

He had activated his Demonic Year Power to the fullest, yet it had amounted to nothing.

The moment he realized what had happened, Ye Shu's sword was already at his throat.

The fear lingered in his heart, an inescapable shadow.

The Tiansha Palace wasn't just home to the monstrous Luo Jiuyan—now, it housed an even greater threat.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Ye Shu let out a soft sigh, shaking his head.

"I only made a slight move," he said nonchalantly.

"I didn't expect that would already be your peak."

The words were calm. Unbothered.

Yet, they crushed whatever was left of Qing Yunzi's pride.

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"HAHAHA! Did you hear that?! Master Mozi just called him weak to his face!"

"'A slight move,' he says! Qing Yunzi went all out and still couldn't keep up!"

"Remember how arrogant that bastard was before? Now look at him! Reduced to a joke in front of everyone!"

Up in the sky, Luo Jiuyan allowed herself a rare, amused smile.

She turned to Wu Meiyue, whose face had darkened considerably.

"Junior Sister, your son did his best," she said coolly.

"But my disciple... he hasn't even shown his full strength yet."

The implication was clear.

Wu Meiyue nearly exploded on the spot.

Damn it!

How had the gap between their disciples become so enormous?!

Moments ago, she had said Qing Yunzi wasn't at his best.

Now, Qing Yunzi himself admitted he had given everything he had—and it still wasn't enough.

The humiliation burned like fire.

Wu Meiyue's expression twisted in anger, but she forced herself to stay calm.

"...As expected of you, Senior Sister," she spat. "Even your disciples surpass us. I concede."

But then she smirked, her gaze darkening.

"But don't celebrate just yet."

"I will train my child carefully, and soon... we'll have another match."

Without another word, she turned and flew downward, landing beside Qing Yunzi.

Seeing his mother, Qing Yunzi's frustration and shame overflowed.

"Mother... I embarrassed myself," he muttered, his voice thick with self-loathing.

Wu Meiyue shot Ye Shu a venomous glare before turning back to her son.

"Don't be discouraged," she said softly.

"This isn't your fault. It's because your opponent is Luo Jiuyan's disciple."

Her eyes gleamed with dangerous intent.

The world of cultivation was vast. The Tiansha Palace had many enemies, both from the righteous sects and the demonic path.

If they couldn't defeat Luo Jiuyan herself, they could certainly target her apprentice.

One day... Luo Jiuyan and her disciple will fall.

With that thought, she pulled Qing Yunzi away, unwilling to listen to any more of the crowd's jeers.

Meanwhile, Ye Shu remained, surrounded by cheers and admiration.

A cool breeze blew past him.

A faint scent, familiar and intoxicating, drifted into his senses.

Before he could turn, he felt her presence behind him.

Luo Jiuyan.

He remained still, waiting, listening.

Then, her voice, calm and composed, yet carrying a hint of satisfaction—

"Not bad."