CFSMS -Chapter 230 If I beat them, then I can’t beat you anymore, okay

Under the pressure of Mount Tai collapsing, Little Red raised her head with a cold snort.

“Too noisy.”

“Get down here!”

No one could see how she moved, but a glance from her was enough—seven-colored radiant light appeared in the sky. The light transformed into ethereal ropes that, in a blink, looped around Wang Xiaowu’s neck before he could dodge.

Little Red flicked her wrist, and the rainbow rope tightened.

Wang Xiaowu instantly felt all his spiritual energy sealed. A cultivator without spiritual energy couldn’t fly at all.

Without it, a cultivator was just a bird with no wings.

Plop!

Little Red didn’t even need to continue attacking—Wang Xiaowu began his own journey of falling.

This time, however, there was no human cushion beneath him. He completed a highly technical, extremely dangerous landing—face-first.

“Hiss!”

A wave of gasps rose.

Wang Xiaowu lay on the ground, twitching slightly.

He struggled to lift his head. His eyes, nose, and even mouth were stuffed with sand. A swollen bump rose on his forehead, and his cheeks were covered in uneven red marks pressed out by the sand.

“Ye Chi… you actually set a trap… you’re cheating!”

His voice was faint, barely audible.

He thought all of this was Ye Chi’s doing, and his rage was about to overflow.

“I refuse to accept this! If you’ve got the guts, fight me one-on-one!”

He forced himself to speak, trying to drag out his “final scene.”

But people who force their performance don’t live long.

Right after saying that, Wang Xiaowu rolled his eyes back and passed out.

“Oh? I agree.”

Only then did Ye Chi close his mouth, still stunned, and respond.

“Huh? Why aren’t you talking anymore?”

“I’ll count to three. If you still don’t speak, I’ll take it as your surrender.”

“One.”

“Alright, you’ve lost.”

“Tsk tsk, I don’t even bother to make a move against someone who goes down this fast.”

“Come on, get up and talk more.”

After this shameless performance, Ye Chi smiled brightly. After all, this was his first victory in this trial—worth remembering.

Little Red, who had been watching his shameless behavior, twitched her fingers slightly. Wang Xiaowu’s “corpse”… cough, his body… moved a little.

Looks like he might wake up again.

“Hey brother, I was just kidding. You should keep sleeping. Good night.”

Ye Chi instantly shrank back again and smiled ingratiatingly at Little Red.

“Senior, please continue, continue.”

“Hmph!”

Little Red couldn’t be bothered with him.

More and more people were gathering in the sky.

After seeing Little Red’s move, many realized Ye Chi had backing, and none dared to approach recklessly.

“Why are you all chasing this Ye Chi anyway?” someone who arrived later asked.

He had no idea what was going on and just came to watch the excitement.

Cultivators of the Qingyuan Realm loved watching drama in life.

“I don’t know either, I just followed the crowd.”

“I heard it’s related to a rainbow stone.”

“What? That guy has a rainbow stone?”

“No way, isn’t the rainbow stone that little figure?”

“Huh? Whoever catches that little figure becomes the next sect master?”

Rumors spread like wildfire, growing more absurd with every retelling. Everyone treated it like entertainment.

……

To Little Red, all these discussions were as clear as someone whispering right next to her.

But she couldn’t understand how these people had gone from such absurd beginnings to actually guessing the correct conclusion.

She truly couldn’t comprehend the thinking of the newer generation of Qingyuan cultivators.

If they kept guessing like this, even their underwear would be exposed.

Under Little Red’s control, the seven-colored rainbow light in the sky turned into countless ropes. Every disciple above the island—one and all—was granted the “neck-looping punishment.”

And thus, Wang Xiaowu’s suffering repeated itself.

It started raining people.

Lu Wu looked up and watched, sighing:

“What a dark sky.”

Thud, thud, thud!

Like dumplings dropping into a pot, all the disciples crashed onto the beach. Some with weaker strength passed out immediately; others with stronger physiques endured the impact but didn’t dare get up.

When one pretended to be dead, a second followed.

From Lu Wu’s perspective, dozens were still conscious.

Though lying flat, their eyes were still darting around, observing others’ reactions.

But since everyone was waiting, no one acted first.

Their eyes met—silent communication.

Disciple 1: “You not getting up?”

Disciple 2: “That little figure is terrifying. You get up if you dare, I’m not moving.”

Disciple 3: “My hands are numb, legs sore, neck hurts… I’ll lie down a bit more.”

The atmosphere gradually derailed.

A group of disciples lay on the ground, exchanging subtle looks. They thought they were being discreet—but everyone saw them clearly.

Watching this identical behavior, Little Red nearly laughed out of anger.

Was this a problem with Rainbow Sect’s education, or just bad feng shui? Where was their courage?

“If you don’t get up now, I’ll turn all of you into real turtles!”

She squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

“Calm down.”

Little Purple stood nearby, afraid to provoke her.

“If they beat them, they won’t beat me.”

If Little Red went berserk, even he would get hit.

“I’m so angry!”

She was a stone, but she still had a heart.

And her stone heart ached. Thinking that these people were supposed to be the future pillars of the Rainbow Sect, she felt the future was completely dark.

Forget it—just destroy everything.

“Boss Lu, please make a rainbow cotton candy.”

Little Purple’s voice reached Lu Wu’s mind.

Lu Wu nodded.

Their thoughts aligned perfectly.

With so many people now, this was the perfect chance to attract customers and complete the task.

To make customers willingly spend money, she needed to show the product’s appeal.

The colored flame resumed operation.

Lu Wu poured in the sugar. Her movements were subtle, but she was the only one actively doing anything, so everyone’s attention was drawn to her.

“Who’s that?”

“No idea.”

“What is she doing?”

“No idea.”

“Then what do you know?”

“Nothing.”

The pointless conversation was ignored by Lu Wu.

The temperature rose. The sugar began to melt, forming threads of sugar silk.

Red sugar formed the base. As the threads spun outward, Lu Wu quickly wrapped them around a bamboo stick.

The delicate strands gathered and expanded into a fluffy candy ball.

The overlapping colors looked dreamlike.

A faint sweetness drifted through the air, carrying a hint of milkiness.

Under Little Red’s threat, the disciples who had scrambled up were now swallowed by this aroma.

The sweetness didn’t last long.

Because Lu Wu only made one cotton candy.

Once it was finished, the scent was carried away by the night wind.

Some disciples couldn’t hold back anymore.

They stretched their necks, trying to “catch a glimpse of its beauty.”

A few sugar threads drifted down with the wind. One disciple caught them in his hand.

The moment they touched his skin, they melted instantly.

So fragrant.

The remaining sweetness in his hand seemed to enchant him. Like under a spell, he licked his fingertip.

What kind of divine delicacy is this?!

It’s insanely delicious!