Chapter 3177 — A Dressing-Down

"Excellent, Naipao—at last you have grasped the true essence of fighting an enemy! Still, who among us has not been young and reckless and full of swagger? I was; so were Pure Yin and Pure Cold. We were merely lucky enough never to run into a madman like Wei Zhao. Our strength could crush an opponent outright, but now, with this Wei Zhao—a number one who is no weaker than you—our only hope rests on you!" said Ancestor Pure Yang.

"That's right, Paozi. You have to train hard—only then do we have any hope!" Zhong Yongliang laughed and clapped Zhang Naipao on the shoulder.

Pure Yin was dead, but Zhang Naipao had climbed out of his inner demon and returned to reality, which was at least cause for celebration. Ancestor Pure Yang, meanwhile, had gone off to telephone Feng Tianhu.

"Ancestor Pure Yang, what is it? What did the Ancestors say?" Feng Tianhu, after a long and anxious wait, had finally received Ancestor Pure Yang's call.

"Feng Tianhu, the Ancestors say we will not take part in this matter for the time being. After all, Ancestor Pure Yin has only just fallen, and we have no men to spare for dealing with Wei Zhao. Besides, we still have not sounded out Wei Zhao's situation—to rush in again would be nothing but throwing lives away. So you will have to find your own way," said Ancestor Pure Yang.

"What? Find my own way?" Feng Tianhu sighed. In truth, he had guessed this would be the answer. The Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow sect was not foolish—would they keep striking out when a man had just died? Would that not be throwing more lives away?

"Still, I can offer you a hint. At the antiquity level there is a sect called the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Gate—an assassin guild. You surely know of it. If you have no capable hands at your disposal, you can hire them to do the work for you!" With that, Ancestor Pure Yang said no more: "Well, I have said all I mean to say."

"The Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Gate?" Feng Tianhu's eyes lit up at once. Of course—why had he not thought of it before? If he hired the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Gate to deal with Wei Zhao, things would be far simpler on his end!

At that thought, Feng Tianhu said, "I understand. Thank you for the hint, Ancestor Pure Yang!"

"Mm. Good luck." Ancestor Pure Yang hung up and said nothing further. He was afraid, after all, that this business might bring disaster and trouble down upon himself.

After hanging up, Feng Tianhu immediately tracked down the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Gate's contact information and dialed the number of its steward, Ancestor Yin Sen.

At that moment, Ancestor Yin Sen was on the phone with Wei Laozhang, reporting to him what had happened on this side. He recounted how Ancestor Pure Yin and Dongfang Yinxing had joined forces against Wei Zhao, and said to Lin Dongfang: "Old Master, you will not blame us for acting on our own initiative without reporting back first, will you?"

"You did right. Do not reproach yourselves." Lin Dongfang was drenched in cold sweat. If two experts at the peak of the late Heaven Rank had truly gone after Wei Zhao, how could Wei Zhao have coped? Would he not have been as good as dead?

But why had Mo Kongwu not foreseen this? Why had he not acted? This left Lin Dongfang deeply puzzled. Wait… could it be that Mo Kongwu had already calculated the factor of the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Gate?

The more he thought, the more likely it seemed to Lin Dongfang. After all, even something like the Inheritors—Mo Kongwu had calculated it all with perfect clarity, and now it had indeed come to pass. By some chance coincidence, at a fitting place and in a fitting guise, Wei Zhao had established a connection with every one of the Inheritors. Even now, thinking it over, Lin Dongfang found it somewhat incredible. Such physiognomy, capable of defying heaven and altering fate, was no longer mere physiognomy at all—it was close to the methods of gods and immortals.

"After we killed them, we asked the Master to keep it secret. In truth, what we meant was to attribute the credit to the Master, so that the Master might enjoy a spell of peace for a while," said Ancestor Yin Sen.

"You did very well," said Lin Dongfang. "But do not interfere too much. A proper measure of danger is still good for Xiaoyi's growth."

"We understand. This time it was unavoidable. So long as the Master can cope, we will absolutely not step in!" said Ancestor Yin Sen.

On this end, Ancestor Yin Sen had only just finished his call with Lin Dongfang when the phone rang again. Only people at the antiquity level had his number; assassination commissions from other levels were all handled by others within the sect.

"Hello, this is Yin Sen." Ancestor Yin Sen picked up.

"Ancestor Yin Sen, this is Feng Tianhu of the antiquity-level Feng family. I would like to do business with your sect!" Feng Tianhu came straight to the point the moment the call connected. Since the Feng family had no ties of friendship with the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Gate, it was better to state his business plainly.

"Oh? Who do you want killed? The antiquity-level Feng family—do you even need our Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Gate to act?" Ancestor Yin Sen asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It is a personal matter—I want a man killed, and it has nothing to do with the Feng family," said Feng Tianhu. "So I ask that your sect take up the job."

"Oh? What is this man's strength?" Ancestor Yin Sen asked.

"Early Heaven Rank," Feng Tianhu answered.

"One billion," Ancestor Yin Sen quoted a price. It was, to be sure, a fair price—basically a friendship rate for the antiquity level.

"Good. I will send this man's information to your phone's mailbox!" Feng Tianhu did not mention that Wei Zhao fought above his level. To say so would only drive the assassination quote higher! In any case, Feng Tianhu had not deceived the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Gate—this Wei Zhao really was an expert of the early Heaven Rank.

Soon enough, a message arrived in Ancestor Yin Sen's phone mailbox. But when Ancestor Yin Sen saw the information on it, his expression changed at once! In a fury, he dialed Feng Tianhu's number again!

"Ancestor Yin Sen, well? When can the mission be carried out?" Feng Tianhu assumed Ancestor Yin Sen was calling to confirm the job, so he thought nothing of it and asked directly.

"Carry out your mother's leg!" Ancestor Yin Sen raged. "Are you playing me for a fool? Just now, when I asked you what sort of man this was, you would not say—you only told me he was an expert of the early Heaven Rank. You play a fine game, don't you?"