Chapter 3903 — T014 Double Eleven Special Chapter 1: The Mortal Realm, Gu Family Villa

Gu Mengyao, Shen Yushu, Yu Ning, Tang Zhi, Feng Xiaoxiao, Guan Xin, Xiao Jiu, and Yu Xiaoke too—the girls Wei Zhao worried about and cherished most—had now been settled into four separate bedrooms, each one lying unconscious upon a bed.

Qiu Lingshan and Wu Chengtian, meanwhile, paced back and forth among the four rooms, keeping constant watch over the women's condition.

After the women had fallen unconscious during that day's Cloud-Tier Island plan, the underlings had followed Wei Zhao's parting instructions and brought them back. Since most of the strong had already gone to Cloud-Tier Island, these two were the mightiest among those left behind—which was why the whole affair had gone smoothly enough, with no one daring to raise a hand against them.

After carrying the unconscious women back to the villa and settling them in, Qiu Lingshan and the others had observed and discussed the matter in careful detail, and the conclusion they finally reached was this: the women's symptoms were much the same as Yu Xiaoke's—there was no danger to their lives for the time being, but neither could they be roused.

To cure them was beyond their present abilities; all they could do was wait for Wei Zhao to return and see whether he could find a way to save them.

So the only thing they could do now was look after the women on Wei Zhao's behalf.

But the villa was only so big, and everyone had their own affairs to attend to; having so many people cram themselves into the villa to watch over the women was plainly unrealistic.

In the end, with Qiu Lingshan and Wu Chengtian taking the lead, they arranged for pairs to rotate in and tend to the women each day.

Though there were many to care for, since all the women lay unconscious there was in truth not much to do each day—two people were entirely sufficient. This way they could guarantee enough hands without delaying everyone's own business.

What was more, everyone had already joined the same messaging group, phones online around the clock, so the moment any emergency arose, they could all receive word in time and hurry over.

With so many gathered together—even without Wei Zhao as their backbone—there was by now scarcely any force in the mortal realm capable of standing against them.

Today it happened to be Qiu Lingshan's and Wu Chengtian's turn: Qiu Lingshan was cleaning the rooms one by one, while Wu Chengtian patrolled the villa's surroundings with General Weiwu and the Wind-Thunder Violet-Lightning Beast.

A grand Heaven-rank great-perfection expert, and here he was doing the work of a servant and a security guard—if word of this got out, jaws would drop from here to the heavens.

Wu Chengtian, however, bore it without complaint. The key point was that nothing had ever gone wrong in all this time—and every time the residential compound's guards laid eyes on him, they fixed him with the hostile glare one reserves for a rival in the same trade. The very thought of it was enough to make a man's balls ache.

"What the hell are you staring at? You think I'm going to steal your job?" Wu Chengtian raised his iron hand in speechless exasperation and rolled his eyes.

Still, this was already an improvement. At the very beginning, the guards had taken him for a thief and gathered in a pack to gawk at him; now at least he had been upgraded to law-abiding citizen. Truly a cause for celebration.

Just as he was idling about with nothing to do, Wu Chengtian suddenly came to a halt. Not far off, around the corner ahead, two people were approaching—and judging by their footfalls, they were likely experts of no small strength.

"You're certain all those inheritors are unconscious?" asked one of the two, an old man whose face was marred by a hideous, blood-red scar.

"One hundred percent. Rest easy, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable—in this little corner of the East Sea, if Zhen Yingjun wants to learn a thing or two, it's as easy as snapping his fingers." The other was none other than Zhen Yingjun, who had not shown his face for a long while.

This was the very man who had once set his sights on Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, even sending men to abduct the two women, and who had incited the Golden Bell Sect to destroy Wei Zhao's meridians—an enemy of Wei Zhao through and through.

After that, he had schemed and plotted to worm his way through the Golden Bell Sect into the good graces of the Iron Garment Sect, an ancient sect, fancying that from then on he could strut about unopposed, seize his old nemesis Wei Zhao and slap him around to his heart's content, while Wei Zhao's women—Gu Mengyao and the rest—could all become his playthings. The mere thought of it was sheer bliss.

But what a joke it had turned out to be: before he could enjoy even a moment of glory, thunderous, disastrous news arrived—the Iron Garment Sect, that grand ancient sect, that veritable colossus, had been wiped out by Wei Zhao!

When the news came, the Iron Garment Sect's Patriarch Elder, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable, happened to be a guest at Zhen Yingjun's home—and a grand Heaven-rank great-perfection expert was struck dumb on the spot.

Yet cruel reality informed him that although the Iron Garment Sect had not been slaughtered down to the last disciple, those Heaven-rank great-perfection experts who had been holding down the fort within the sect that day had all, beyond any doubt, perished—not a single one left.

When Wei Zhao had come knocking with his people, he had made no effort to hide it from others, so Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable needed only to make a few inquiries to learn the truth of that day; and as for the Cloud-Tier Island plan that followed, he had also gone to some lengths to probe it thoroughly.

Wei Zhao had gone to Cloud-Tier Island, and all his women—the inheritors—had fallen unconscious. This was the key intelligence Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable had spent no small effort to obtain over these past days.

If Wei Zhao were still in the mortal realm, then even if Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable wanted revenge, he would have weighed the matter carefully beforehand. A ruthless figure who could storm a door and cut down a whole pack of Heaven-rank great-perfection experts of the Iron Garment Sect was not someone a lone Heaven-rank great-perfection expert could afford to provoke.

If that had been the case, he reckoned he would never even have conceived the thought of revenge; he would long since have tucked his tail between his legs and hidden deep in the mountains and old forests, lest Wei Zhao learn that the Iron Garment Sect still had a fish that had slipped through the net and come with men to his door to root out the weeds for good.

But now, with Wei Zhao—the leader—gone, and all those Heaven-rank great-perfection inheritors lying unconscious, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable's opportunity had come!

This was simply a gift from heaven: go to their door and carry off all of Wei Zhao's most beloved women. They were already unconscious, living vegetables anyway—when the time came, he could either kill them one by one or keep them as playthings; then, when Wei Zhao returned, he would take photographs and send them to him all over the world. That ought to kill the bastard with rage!

As for the rest of Wei Zhao's underlings, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable did not give them a second thought. Without Wei Zhao as their backbone, these underlings were nothing but a heap of loose sand, and their strength surely could not amount to much. Before a grand Heaven-rank great-perfection expert like himself, could they possibly stir up any real trouble?

Rumor had it that this time, apart from a handful of Heaven-rank great-perfection cultivators—such as those of the Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect—everyone else had gone to Cloud-Tier Island. Those great-perfection experts who had not fallen unconscious, who had accompanied Wei Zhao to kick up a fuss at the Iron Garment Sect, were all gone. What was left that could threaten him? RS