Chapter 3316 — Sailing with the Wind

At this point, Xiao Si and Xiao Wu could only yield. Trembling, the two of them walked to the center of the reception hall, shut their eyes, and began circulating their mental cultivation formulas, using their true qi to shield their bodies.

"Raging Fire Eight Trigrams Palm—Eleventh Form!" Wei Zhao struck again with the Raging Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, slamming it toward Xiao Si's chest.

"BOOM—" Under Wei Zhao's blow, Xiao Si was sent flying backward at tremendous speed, crashing heavily into the wall behind the reception hall with a thunderous roar that split the wall in several places.

Yet after coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, he found that he was still alive, and breathed a sigh of relief. That relief did not last long, however. Xiao Si tried to circulate his mental cultivation formula to heal his wounds, only to discover to his horror that the meridians throughout his body had been shattered beyond repair. In other words, he was now a cripple—unless a top-grade fourth-rank Great Restoration Pill was at hand, there was no saving him. Otherwise he would end up just like Tagan Long, a useless wreck of a man.

And at that very moment, Wei Zhao struck again: "Raging Fire Eight Trigrams Palm—Tenth Form!"

The remaining physical strength and true qi in Wei Zhao's body were no longer enough to unleash the Eleventh Form of the Raging Fire Eight Trigrams Palm a second time, but he had strength to spare for the Tenth Form—and this Tenth Form happened to trigger the attack bonus of the Essence Necklace.

"BOOM—" Under this blow from Wei Zhao, Xiao Wu followed in Xiao Si's footsteps. His whole body was sent flying backward as well, crashing heavily into the very wall Xiao Si had struck earlier with another thunderous roar—and this time it smashed a great hole clean through the already cracked wall of the reception hall.

The Tenth Form of the Raging Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, bolstered by the Essence Necklace's attack bonus, was in fact roughly equal in power to the unbuffed Eleventh Form. So in the eyes of these two men, Wei Zhao was unleashing one and the same technique—there was no difference at all.

Xiao Wu, too, coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his meridians all severed, yet he was not dead, nor had he lost consciousness. This was the benefit of their true-qi body shielding. Otherwise, while they might not have died, they would certainly have ended up like Tagan Long—comatose, reduced to living vegetables.

One had to understand that even without the attack bonus, the Eleventh Form of the Raging Fire Eight Trigrams Palm was a frighteningly powerful technique.

"All right, take them and go," Wei Zhao ordered the underlings outside the door whom Xiao San, Xiao Si, and Xiao Wu had brought along. These men held no interest for Wei Zhao, and besides, they were needed to carry the three back.

"Yes... Senior..." The Five Luminaries Sect disciples at the door had long since been scared witless. Xiao San, Xiao Si, and Xiao Wu were second only to Xiao Yi and Xiao Er—the two senior brothers of the Five Luminaries Sect at the peak of the late Heaven Rank, great-perfection masters. Yet here they had been beaten to death, or beaten half to death, with no difficulty at all. What terrifying prowess was this?

They dared not linger or ask questions. They rushed in one after another, hastily hoisted Xiao San's corpse onto their backs along with the two cripples Xiao Si and Xiao Wu, and slunk out of the Dark Night Palace reception hall, running as fast as their legs could carry them, without a single pause.

"Phew..." Wei Zhao let out a long breath. These two strikes of the Raging Fire Eight Trigrams Palm had drained every last drop of physical strength and true qi in his body. If these disciples had all rushed him at once, he really would have been in trouble.

After all, the Grand Elder—a formidable expert at the peak of the late Heaven Rank—was gravely wounded and could not act, while the other disciples and elders of the Dark Night Palace were not particularly strong. Facing those underlings, none of them could be sure of victory.

True, the odds of those underlings daring to make trouble were next to zero, but still, watching them leave, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um... Young Hero Lin..." The Grand Elder was thoroughly shaken this time. So Wei Zhao was not at all the kind of wandering cultivator she had imagined—one without real strength who could only boast and spread rumors. He was the genuine article, a true master!

These three robbers at the peak of the late Heaven Rank—how magnificent and formidable they had been! Yet before Wei Zhao they were either dead or wounded, with no room to maneuver at all! It seemed her previous strategy had been wrong. From now on, she must make sure to cultivate a good relationship with Wei Zhao!

Wei Zhao gave the Grand Elder a faint glance. Back at the villa, he had not been her match, but now he no longer regarded her as worthy of his attention. For a snob like her, Wei Zhao held little goodwill—but for Gu Mengyao's sake, and for the sake of the Grand Elder's single-minded devotion to the Dark Night Palace, he did not do anything too excessive. He merely said coldly, "I'm tired. Yaoyao, find me a room—I need to rest."

"Of course!" Gu Mengyao naturally understood what was going on with Wei Zhao. He had unleashed technique after technique today and had likely exhausted all the physical strength and true qi in his body, so he now needed a place to recover. Without hesitation she told a disciple beside her, "Go prepare a guest room. I'll bring Wei Zhao over shortly."

"Yes, Palace Master!" That disciple admired Wei Zhao greatly as well. With a single display of his hand, Wei Zhao had helped the Dark Night Palace avert a great catastrophe. Back then, the disciples of the Dark Night Palace had lived in constant dread, terrified that once those robbers came, they would have no place left to call home.

Once those people seized the Dark Night Palace, they would drive out everyone who had originally belonged to it. But now Wei Zhao had saved the Dark Night Palace—saved the fate of all these disciples—so their hearts were filled with gratitude toward him.

The Grand Elder had been ignored by Wei Zhao, yet she was not angry. Instead she said with a cheerful smile, "Indeed, Yaoyao, hurry and take Young Hero Lin to rest. He's your husband—don't be neglectful. Even though you are the Palace Master of the Dark Night Palace, a wife follows her husband, so you must still heed him!"

"Huh?" Gu Mengyao stared at the Grand Elder in bewilderment, quite unable to understand. Had those words really come from the Grand Elder's mouth? What did she mean, "He's your husband"?? She and Wei Zhao were only a couple who had just confirmed their relationship... And hadn't the Grand Elder always opposed her being with Wei Zhao? How had he gone from boyfriend to husband in the blink of an eye?

Still, after a brief moment of bewilderment, Gu Mengyao understood what the Grand Elder meant! So the Grand Elder had seen how formidable Wei Zhao was and wanted to draw closer to him?

"Yaoyao, go on now, don't keep him waiting!" the Grand Elder said with a smile. "But you young people—don't be impulsive when you're together. You are the successor, and you must preserve your virginity. You may kiss and hold each other, but don't take that final step!"