Chapter 4150 — Cuckolded Senior Brother

It was not that he suffered from some psychological block, still less that he had any shameful problem in that regard. The root of his self-restraint lay in a few words the ghostly thing had blurted out once, when his desire had been stirred after a bout of drinking.

"The Creation Battle Art is a traditional art of righteous vital energy. Until you reach at least the Mystic Ascension stage, you must absolutely not touch female flesh. Otherwise it will cause the true qi in your meridians to flow backward. Every time you do it, the backflow accelerates. Do it often enough, and you will inevitably end up with your meridians' true qi running counter to their course until it kills you." Thus did the ghostly thing warn him.

"That terrifying?" Wei Zhao was badly startled at these words.

"Think for yourself. If you cultivated your art in reverse, what would become of you? This is no idle threat to frighten you. Cloud Terrace Island has seen such a case before." The ghostly thing cackled.

"Fine..." Only then did Wei Zhao suppress the fire in his heart. Yet inwardly he was thinking: the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art is a universal cultivation method, and this Heaven-Seizing Creation Battle Art that I have remade—surely even cultivated in reverse, it would not kill me?

Of course, the thought was no more than a thought. Wei Zhao was not so idle as to go courting a reversed flow himself. After all, this was no joking matter. Should his guess prove wrong, the price would be, at the lightest, qi deviation, and at the worst, death on the spot!

It was precisely because of this interlude that Wei Zhao had been able to hold himself in check all along, refraining from taking the two women then and there, and leaving it for the days to come.

And apart from Tianchan and Xueli, Wei Zhao had another wish yet unfulfilled—to meet his never-seen, conveniently acquired master, the Pill God Zhang Lifeng.

On this accidental trip to Central Island, Wei Zhao had assumed that sooner or later he would meet Zhang Lifeng. Yet to his surprise, this bargain master of his had never once shown his face—a dragon glimpsed only at its head, never its tail. He did not even know where the man had gone, let alone meet him.

During this time, Wei Zhao had Hou Guanqi and Cai Zhongxuan, those two nominal disciples, try to make contact with Zhang Lifeng, but there had been no word at all.

With no other choice, Wei Zhao could only begin preparing for his return to North Island. As for meeting Zhang Lifeng, that would have to wait for another day.

As he attended to the loose ends before departure, Wei Zhao could not help but sigh with emotion. Recalling the purpose that had brought him out this time, he was struck by a sense of the fickleness of fortune.

He had only meant to go to Mount Tianwu of the Hu tribes to find a Living Aspect Mushroom. Instead he had been wounded by that mid-Golden Core expert and carried off to Central Island by Situ Qian, and after that a whole chain of unforeseen twists had followed. Fate truly did love to toy with people.

At the thought of Situ Qian, Wei Zhao hesitated somewhat. This woman was the root of all the misery Xueli had suffered for more than half a year, and like Wei Shenjin, he had long since resolved to be rid of her as soon as possible.

But now Wei Shenjin had already been crippled by his hand, leaving only this woman. She alone no longer posed a fatal threat to Xueli. After all, with a great deity like Tianxingdao watching over her, even if Xueli's identity were exposed, Snow Sword Sect would not dare to touch her.

Still, leaving this woman alive was a hidden danger of some sort. Wei Zhao was now pondering whether he could wipe out this danger for good before he left. True, going to kill Situ Qian at her door carried no small risk, but just as with Wei Shenjin before, he could pin it on the martial artist Ling Yi, and so avoid bringing trouble down on the Heaven Pill Pavilion.

Of course, Snow Sword Sect was, after all, one of the foremost great sects of Central Island. Even if Wei Zhao was an early Golden Core expert, even if he had the fearsome potential to become the strongest of all Golden Core cultivators, walking up to their gate to kill was still far too arrogant. Especially since Snow Sword Sect was still hunting the martial artist Ling Yi these days. If he meant to strike, he would have to find a perfect opportunity.

And while Wei Zhao was weighing the risks, the woman he had marked as his target, Situ Qian, had been behaving more and more strangely over the past few days—so much so that even Wei Shenjin had grown suspicious.

Before this, Situ Qian and her maid Xiao Qiuhua had often stayed in the room to keep him company. But these past few days, mistress and servant had spent less and less time indoors. Each day they went out without ever saying what for, and each time they returned, Wei Shenjin would find their faces flushed and their spirits radiant, like flowers freshly watered, vivid and glowing.

As for matters of the bedchamber, they had not been mentioned once since that last time—a thing that struck Wei Shenjin as especially strange.

After all, whether Situ Qian or Xiao Qiuhua, both were women with exceedingly strong appetites in that regard. Only days ago they had been complaining about it endlessly, and now they had simply dropped the subject altogether. However he thought about it, there had to be something fishy in it.

Wei Shenjin had once or twice been unable to hold back and asked where they went. Yet the answer he got from Situ Qian was always that they had gone to cultivate. That answer he did not believe for a moment.

Given Situ Qian's usual temperament, it was already a wonder under heaven if she cultivated of her own accord once in a while. To go cultivate several days running—that was simply impossible!

But if Situ Qian did not wish to speak, further questions from Wei Shenjin were useless. He could get nothing out of her, and could only keep his doubts bottled up inside.

This day, as on the days before, Situ Qian and her maid Xiao Qiuhua went out early, leaving Wei Shenjin alone in the room to rest the whole day. It was not until deep into the night that the sound of their footsteps came from beyond the door.

"Miss, Senior Brother Ma was truly fierce today. The Central Chamber Commerce's pills really are formidable—after serving the few of us sisters for hours on end, he was still going strong, heh heh!" This was the maid Xiao Qiuhua's voice, noticeably louder than usual and tinged with drunkenness. She had evidently been drinking.

"Yes, today was such a thrill! That man Wei is more useless by the day. We never should have killed all those male pets back then. If we had known, we would have kept a few—what a waste. Now we sisters have to go find Senior Brother Ma to satisfy our cravings..." Situ Qian giggled, drunk and wanton.

"True enough. Senior Brother Ma is fierce, fierce indeed, and we are quite satisfied—but he is so very plain-looking. Face-on, he rather turns the stomach, not like our male pets, so pleasing to the eye." Xiao Qiuhua chimed in with regret.

Hearing these words from beyond the door, Wei Shenjin's eyes nearly split with fury, flames of rage leaping high. He wished he could seize his sword that instant and go cut the slut in two!

He had long suspected something was going on with these two women. Before, he had assumed they simply comforted and satisfied each other, and though that was somewhat humiliating, his own body was useless, so he could only turn a blind eye.

Little had he expected that the two women had gone looking for a wild man, and set a bright green cuckold's hat upon his head! R1152