Chapter 2868 — A Way to Save Her

That was hardly realistic. Given Patriarch Xuanchen's temperament, he might not even have told Patriarch Xuanzhen before making his move, let alone let someone like Bai Ling know! At this thought, Tianchan pouted, gave a huff, and turned her back on Wei Zhao, refusing to speak to him.

"All right, even if I did steal your chance at the inheritance, I'll make it up to you. Will that do?" Wei Zhao said, somewhat helplessly.

"How would you make it up? Give me the attribute inside your body?" Tianchan shot him a glare and demanded.

"I hear that inheritors can pass on attributes through dual cultivation?" Wei Zhao said, eyeing Tianchan's shapely, well-proportioned figure with a faint, knowing smile.

"Dual cultivation my eye! You're no inheritor—you're just a cultivator with a five-attribute constitution. There's a fundamental difference between you and a true inheritor, and dual cultivating with you won't pass on any attributes." Tianchan curled her lip. "What a filthy, twisted mind!"

"Ugh, I was only saying it offhand—how was I supposed to know?" Wei Zhao gave a wry smile.

"Forget it. For the sake of the hardships we once shared, I, this young lady, shall forgive you this time!" Tianchan declared with haughty pride. "No need to thank me too much."

"Fine. But... what about her?" Wei Zhao was still fretting over Yang Qiqi's fate.

"I already told you there's no way. Why do you think the trial sets a limit of twenty days? That's exactly the reason." Tianchan glanced at Yang Qiqi and asked expressionlessly, "What is she to you?"

"A playmate from childhood," Wei Zhao said.

"Childhood sweethearts?" Tianchan frowned.

"You could say that..." Wei Zhao nodded, keeping nothing back.

"Then she's beyond saving," Tianchan said with a shake of her head.

"Ah!" Wei Zhao heaved a sigh. Tianchan knew the Five Baleful Wastes so well—if she said there was no way, then there truly was probably no way.

Wei Zhao stared blankly at Yang Qiqi lying on the ground. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that being reunited with her would turn out to be a parting of life and death...

All at once, Wei Zhao was filled with regret—regret for the coldness he had shown Yang Qiqi the few times they had met before, regret that he had failed to look after her... If Yang Qiqi really died, how could he ever face his master again?

At the thought that this would be his final farewell to Xiao Qi, even Wei Zhao, whose mind was uncommonly strong, could not hold back bitter tears. Men do not weep lightly, and Wei Zhao, a cultivator besides, was all the less given to crying easily—but this time, he truly wept. He watched helplessly as the life of his childhood sweetheart ebbed slowly away, yet could do nothing at all.

Tianchan had never expected Wei Zhao to shed tears. But this baleful qi of the Five Baleful Mountains was indeed without remedy; otherwise the Xuandan Sect's trial would never have imposed such limits. Even Tianchan, the young sect mistress of the Xuandan Sect, was utterly powerless.

Yet seeing Wei Zhao so grieved dampened her own spirits as well. She had been somewhat uncomfortable with the fact that Wei Zhao had returned to the Five Baleful Mountains to save Yang Qiqi, but now that feeling was gone. Tianchan knew her own position well—the likelihood of her and Wei Zhao ever truly intertwining was not great...

So Tianchan fell into deep thought, trying to help Wei Zhao come up with a way—to see whether the baleful qi in Yang Qiqi's body could somehow be purged.

"Hey, stop crying. I've thought of a way—it should work..." A certain person had come to Tianchan's mind. If they could find him, then the baleful qi in Yang Qiqi's body ought to be curable after all.

"What way?" Wei Zhao was startled and asked at once.

"The precondition is that we must find Zhang Naipao—and only if he is willing," Tianchan said after a moment's hesitation.

"Zhang Naipao?" Wei Zhao was briefly taken aback, but he grasped Tianchan's meaning in an instant. "The Bee-Devouring Art?"

"Exactly, the Bee-Devouring Art. The baleful qi is a kind of true qi as well, so Zhang Naipao should be able to draw it out. The only question is whether she is an internal or external cultivator—if she is an internal cultivator, she will lose all her physical true qi," Tianchan said.

"She's a skilled external cultivator, so she should be fine." Wei Zhao looked at Tianchan with deep gratitude. Of course—why hadn't he thought of it himself? Zhang Naipao's trump card was precisely the absorption of others' true qi, wasn't it?

"Then it should be doable," Tianchan said with a nod.

"Tianchan, thank you so much!" Wei Zhao was so excited he hardly knew what to do with himself.

"Hmph, never mind the thanks. You'd better think about how to get Zhang Naipao to help you—even if you find him, he may not be willing!" Tianchan did not want to pour cold water on him, but Wei Zhao and Zhang Naipao were enemies. How could Zhang Naipao possibly help Wei Zhao save Yang Qiqi?

Wei Zhao frowned. He had to admit that Tianchan was right—yes, why on earth would Zhang Naipao help him?

"Besides, he's in a crazed state right now, completely without reason. How will you get him to help you?" Tianchan asked.

"True..." Wei Zhao's eyes lit up. Since Zhang Naipao was in a crazed state, he could exploit that to get his help. At worst, they would go their separate ways afterward—set aside their grudge for now and settle it later.

"True what?" Tianchan was taken aback.

"I'm fairly confident I can get him to help me. Let's get up there first and talk then!" Now that Wei Zhao had thought of a plan, he naturally put it into action at once.

"Mm..." Tianchan nodded.

"Then why... aren't you taking off your clothes yet..." Seeing that Tianchan had not moved, Wei Zhao asked in puzzlement.

"Take off your head! That's a breast binder—I'll kick you!" Tianchan snapped. "Turn around!"

"Why don't you just turn around yourself?" Wei Zhao said with a wry smile.

"How is that the same? If I turn around, won't you still be behind me looking?" Tianchan said angrily.

"Heh, even if I turned around, if I wanted to peek, you wouldn't know anyway," Wei Zhao said with a laugh.

"Hmph, you wouldn't dare!" Tianchan clenched her fist. "Do you still want your weapon or not?"

"All right, you win." Wei Zhao turned around.

Tianchan quickly unfastened the breast binder, then straightened her collar and handed the yellow silk to Wei Zhao. She had not expected Wei Zhao to fall beneath the cliff again, so she had brought no rope.

"Here!" Tianchan handed the yellow silk to Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao was quite practiced at this. This time there was one more person, Yang Qiqi, but she was petite and delicate and did not weigh much. Wei Zhao first secured Yang Qiqi to his own body, then handed the rope to Tianchan. Tianchan tied the yellow silk around herself and then said to Wei Zhao, "Ready? Can we start now?"

"No problem. You just need plenty of stamina," Wei Zhao said with a nod.

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