Chapter 3175 — Giving Up the Move

Ancestor Pure Yang thought nothing of it, assuming it was someone from the Eastern family, and picked up the call. "Hello, this is Pure Yang!"

"Ancestor Pure Yang, this is Feng Tianhu of the Ancient Feng family. I wonder if you have heard my name?" Feng Tianhu inquired cautiously. Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow—that sect was a veritable colossus, and he could not afford to handle them carelessly.

"The Ancient Feng family? That I know. Feng Tianhu, though, I do not." Ancestor Pure Yang frowned, wondering what someone from the Feng family could want with him.

"I am Feng Nitian's father—the father of the very Feng Nitian whom Wei Zhao crippled!" Feng Tianhu hastened to introduce himself.

"Oh? Feng Nitian?" This time Ancestor Pure Yang did recall. "That does ring a bell. What business do you have with me, Feng Tianhu?"

"It is like this… Wei Zhao has slain Ancestor Pure Yin, your fine champion, as well as Eastern Silver Star, the fine champion of the Eastern family. I am calling to bring you the news," Feng Tianhu said.

"What? Eastern Silver Star of the Eastern family is dead too?" Ancestor Pure Yang was stunned. He had earlier guessed that Eastern Silver Star had used Ancestor Pure Yin as cannon fodder, but now it seemed that was not the case at all—both of them were dead!

"Yes, Wei Zhao killed them both," Feng Tianhu said.

"Oh? Then how do you come to know this news? It seems to have nothing to do with your Ancient Feng family. What role did you play in all this?" Ancestor Pure Yang's tone turned cold as he pressed the question.

"Ancestor Pure Yang, let me speak frankly. The truth is, the matter with the Eastern family was set off by me…" Feng Tianhu steeled himself and held nothing back, telling Ancestor Pure Yang of his designs on Xu Shilan, as well as of how he had made an enemy of Wei Zhao. None of this was any secret anymore, and Feng Tianhu was past caring.

"Oh? So by that account, the people of the Eastern family all died because of you?" Ancestor Pure Yang knitted his brows. "What do you mean by making this call? Do you merely wish to inform me that Pure Yin has also fallen?"

Ancestor Pure Yang could not quite make out Feng Tianhu's intent. Even if the Eastern family's people had died on Feng Tianhu's account, there was no need to notify Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow. What exactly was this man after?

"Not exactly because of me. When the matter came to light earlier, Eastern Xiaocui had already told Eastern Jinxing to stand down. Everything after that was a grudge between the Eastern family and Wei Zhao," Feng Tianhu said.

"If that is so, then there is all the less reason for you to tell me any of this. What is it you actually want to say?" The more Ancestor Pure Yang heard, the more perplexed he became.

"What I want to say is that we share a common enemy—Wei Zhao!" Feng Tianhu said. "As things stand, the Eastern family has been gravely weakened. They want no further part in it, but your esteemed sect surely will not let the matter rest? When the time comes, you and I join forces and deal with Wei Zhao together!"

"You and I join forces? Do you speak for yourself, or for the Ancient Feng family?" Ancestor Pure Yang asked flatly, not in the least moved. In his eyes, even the Ancient Feng family was hardly a formidable power.

"That… myself, of course…" Feng Tianhu said, somewhat awkwardly.

"Very well, I understand. I will speak of this matter with my master, Ancestor Mad Dragon, and give you an answer then. If there is nothing else, I will hang up." With that, Ancestor Pure Yang ended the call.

"What did the Feng family want with you?" Zhong Yongliang asked once Ancestor Pure Yang had hung up.

"They want to join forces with us. The situation is like this…" And Ancestor Pure Yang recounted what Feng Tianhu had said.

"Oh? With that level of strength, he means to settle scores with Wei Zhao? Is the man a fool?" Zhong Yongliang gave a disdainful snort. "I know Wei Zhao all too well. His trump cards never run dry, and fighting above his level is child's play to him. Above all, the man is treacherous—a master at playing the pig to eat the tiger. The strength we see now is very likely not his true strength! I have suffered more than a few silent losses at his hands before—he even had one of my kidneys cut out! So until we have a clear picture of just how much strength and how many trump cards Wei Zhao holds, I would not advise provoking him again. Go, and you go only to your death!"

"Master, then we stay out of this? Pure Yin's death is simply to be written off?" Ancestor Pure Yang thought Zhong Yongliang made a great deal of sense, yet to let it go like this seemed to hand Wei Zhao too cheap a bargain.

"Of course it cannot be written off. But for now we endure in silence—otherwise you go only to your death. Do you think you have what it takes to deal with Wei Zhao?" Zhong Yongliang countered.

"That… I suppose not!" Ancestor Pure Yang nodded. "Then shall I go and tell Feng Tianhu now that we will not take part?"

"Tell him we will not take part—but that if he wishes to move against Wei Zhao, he is free to do so." Zhong Yongliang thought for a moment. "At the ancient level, is there not the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect, which takes payment to assassinate cultivators? I think you might drop Feng Tianhu a hint, and have him hire the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect to do away with Wei Zhao!"

"That is a fine idea. If it succeeds, it succeeds; if not, we lose nothing," Ancestor Pure Yang said in agreement. "Master truly thinks of everything!"

"It is not that I think of everything. I have a knot of rage in my heart, anger stoked by Wei Zhao, and I cannot swallow it!" Zhong Yongliang sighed. "But because I know Wei Zhao better than anyone, I also know this score cannot be settled in a moment. I endured in silence for so long before—a little longer makes no difference!"

"I see. Still, I believe that once you have recovered your strength, Master, wiping Wei Zhao out will be a simple and pleasant affair!" Ancestor Pure Yang said.

"Let us hope so!" Zhong Yongliang nodded. "By the way, find me someone. Help me do away with a man."

"Oh? Who is it you wish to do away with, Master?" Ancestor Pure Yang was slightly taken aback. "Apart from Wei Zhao, do you have other enemies?"

"The man is called Tang Yuqi. Back when I was in East Sea City, before I was the founding ancestor of Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow, when I was only a nominal disciple, that whelp looked down on me and gave me a beating. That score I am determined to settle! It is only that a great many things have happened lately—I became Ancestor Mad Dragon, and we crossed swords with Wei Zhao—so I had no time to trouble myself with him. But now there is a knot of rage in my heart that will not out, and I can only vent it on him," Zhong Yongliang said.