Chapter 762 — A High-Rank Dog of the Yellow Stage

Wait a moment — Wei Zhao suddenly noticed that something about the mighty general seemed off. It looked considerably more robust than before... What was this?

And its spirit seemed unusually keen as well?

Beyond that, there was one crucial question: what sort of aura was the mighty general giving off at this very moment?

Good god!

Wei Zhao's eyes went wide on the spot, and he was struck dumb with amazement.

Was this mighty general still the mighty general? Why did it seem somewhat different?

Wei Zhao stared at the mighty general in disbelief. Was this a divine dog? Was this still an ordinary dog? This was plainly a high-rank dog of the Yellow Stage!

Once the shock passed, Wei Zhao reached out and stroked the mighty general's head. The mighty general obediently nuzzled its head against Wei Zhao's hand — it seemed even more attuned to human feeling than before?

Wei Zhao tested the mighty general's strength, and sure enough, it was truly at the early Yellow Stage!

People are divided by strength — and dogs too?

And a dog could reach Yellow Stage strength? Was that not a bit too absurd?

Yet the fact lay right before his eyes, and Wei Zhao had no choice but to believe it: the true qi contained within the mighty general's body was about the same as that of a fine early Yellow Stage expert! The injuries inside its body had long since healed completely, and now it was even stronger than before!

"Little Wei, come here!" Wei Zhao beckoned to the mighty general.

The mighty general came fawning over, wagging its tail before Wei Zhao, as though it knew that the strength it now possessed was all thanks to Wei Zhao.

"From now on, when I am not home, you can protect the young miss and Little Shu as well. But no fighting at random, understand?" Wei Zhao feared the mighty general might not grasp how to use its strength and would recklessly hurt people. With strength like this, one swipe of its paw at an ordinary person would kill them outright, would it not?

"Woof, woof!" The mighty general answered, wagging its tail, as though it had understood Wei Zhao's words.

"Good. Since you are so obedient, I will not take your strength back..." Wei Zhao had originally meant to strip the mighty general of its cultivated power — a dog possessing Yellow Stage strength was, by any measure, somewhat fantastic. But since the mighty general could understand his words, keeping it around was no bad thing after all; at least it was a helper.

Moreover, Wei Zhao had a half-formed notion: if his own energy could actually transform an ordinary dog into a fine Yellow Stage expert, then could it transform an ordinary person into a Yellow Stage expert as well? That remained to be studied. If his energy truly had such an effect, then could he not mass-produce Yellow Stage experts?

Wei Zhao lifted his head and glanced toward the curtains, only to discover abruptly that the sky had already taken on the pale white of dawn — a whole night had passed?

It suddenly came back to Wei Zhao that he had earlier told Uncle Qing to stand guard at the door, and he wondered whether Uncle Qing had gone back to rest.

At that thought, Wei Zhao quickly rose and opened the door of his room.

In the villa's great hall, the lights burned bright. Uncle Qing stood vigil in full readiness not far from Wei Zhao's door, while Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu leaned against one another on the sofa, not having slept either, their faces full of anxious worry.

Gu Pengzhan had come as well, seated on the sofa opposite Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. Clearly he had already learned of what had happened before.

At this moment, Gu Pengzhan's brows were tightly knit as he stared at the Everlasting Spring Wood box and the two fragments of the broken map upon the tea table.

The opening of Wei Zhao's door instantly drew every gaze in the parlor, and all turned to look toward his doorway. There was Wei Zhao, pushing the door open and stepping out, and behind him followed the mighty general, healthy and brimming with vigor!

"General Mighty!" Gu Mengyao's face lit up at the sight of him unharmed, and she rose and ran to him.

General Mighty glanced at Wei Zhao, and only when he saw no particular expression on the man's face did he leap into Gu Mengyao's arms.

Clearly, General Mighty had already come to regard Wei Zhao as his foremost master.

Seeing General Mighty come running out hale and whole, Uncle Qing found it rather hard to believe. Had Wei Zhao truly saved him? Uncle Qing had seen General Mighty before this, and the beast had been drawing in more breath than it let out, on the very brink of death. In such a state, Wei Zhao had still been able to bring it back?

It was truly a little inconceivable!

Yet something even more inconceivable was still to come. Uncle Qing suddenly sensed that within the room, apart from Wei Zhao, there ought to be another high-grade expert in hiding, one with the strength of the early Yellow Stage!

Uncle Qing was startled at once. Had another enemy broken in?

But the early Yellow Stage still left a certain gap between such a one and himself. How was it that he had not noticed when this person entered?

A moment later, Uncle Qing's gaze sharpened and his brows knitted! His eyes came to rest at last upon General Mighty, and shortly after, an expression of utter disbelief spread across his face! Had Uncle Qing not been a man of steady temperament, he would truly have cried out aloud at that moment!

For how was this General Mighty any ordinary General Mighty? This was plainly a General Mighty of the Yellow Stage!

The threatening aura of an expert that Uncle Qing had sensed came from this very dog!

For a time, Uncle Qing did not know what to say. The scene before him had utterly exceeded his expectations; in half a lifetime he had never witnessed anything so wondrous!

A dog, turned into a high-grade dog of the Yellow Stage? Was there anything more wondrous than this?

General Mighty burrowed joyfully to and fro in Gu Mengyao's bosom, and Wei Zhao felt a touch of envy. How he wished he were that dog! To be granted such intimate favor against Gu Mengyao's breast?

General Mighty seemed to sense Wei Zhao's unkind gaze, and gave a great start, hastily leaping out of Gu Mengyao's arms to look at Wei Zhao with an air of grievance.

Wei Zhao regarded General Mighty on the ground and shook his head. Was he truly jealous of a dog now? It really was rather laughable.

"Xiao Yi!" Gu Pengzhan had risen to his feet as well this time, looking at Wei Zhao with a grave expression. "The men who came earlier -- were they of the Yu family?"

"They should be. But there is no need for you to worry, Uncle Chu. If anyone from the Yu family comes looking, let them come to me." Wei Zhao spoke as though it mattered not at all.

"You held your hand and spared them, but whether that brings fortune or calamity, who can say..." Gu Pengzhan sighed. "Still, you left them a thread of life. I only hope the Yu family will not press their advantage too far."

Wei Zhao nodded. Would the Yu family send even more formidable people?

There was that possibility! Wei Zhao glanced at the Ten-Thousand-Year Springwood box and the two fragments of the map upon the tea table. It seemed this Yu Kun of the Yu family had come for those two map fragments; as for the Ten-Thousand-Year Springwood box, taking it had been purely a matter of convenience.

Otherwise, back at Fatso Lai's place, Yu Kun could not have failed to utter a single word about the Ten-Thousand-Year Springwood box.

But after this affair, Wei Zhao's thinking had shifted as well. It seemed these map fragments really were something fine? RO