Chapter 11627 — The Backlash of Fortune
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Mr. Gu's face turned incredibly ugly on the spot. "Are you playing me for a fool?"
Wei Zhao shook his head. "No. I simply don't wish to bear the backlash of fortune in your stead."
"…"
Mr. Gu had clung to one last shred of hope, and now it was utterly extinguished; his expression turned bleak.
It was true—he had indeed been scheming to trap Wei Zhao.
Those two blades of fortune were his all-out, life-risking strike, and Mr. Gu knew full well that if even that failed to finish Wei Zhao, then by his own strength alone, he truly could never kill Wei Zhao.
The only remaining chance was to spend ten million units of fortune, and in the moment Wei Zhao attacked him, divert the backlash that should have belonged to himself onto Wei Zhao!
That way, he would not only evade the backlash from the Han Princely House's ancestors, but also dispose of Wei Zhao—two birds with one stone, neatly done.
But who could have predicted that Wei Zhao would stop short at the very last moment?
One thrust further and he could have finished off a formidable foe like himself—and he had actually held back?
Most absurd of all, this creature could actually see through his intentions?
In that instant, beyond his despair, Mr. Gu could not help but entertain a thought.
Was this creature playing the pig to eat the tiger?
Perhaps he was not truly a mid-stage Earth-Rank Venerable as he appeared on the surface, but rather a mid-stage Heaven-Rank Venerable a notch above himself—or even stronger?
Thinking it over carefully, that was the only reasonable explanation.
But Mr. Gu no longer had any way to verify his guess, because the backlash had begun.
All his power came from fortune, and now all the backlash came from fortune as well.
The difference was that the vast fortune he had accumulated before could make him ride high on good luck, making him invincible wherever he went.
But now that the backlash had arrived, all that vast fortune had turned into misfortune—misfortune to the extreme, every last bit of fortune become his death warrant.
Wei Zhao retreated two steps and watched quietly as the man was enveloped in dense misfortune.
At such a moment, there was no need to add another blow—it would be meaningless, and worse, he might end up tangled in the misfortune himself, gaining nothing and losing much.
Meanwhile, the people trapped inside the ancestral shrine were not idle either.
Han Niansan personally used the soul-search art on Han Jiechen.
Han Jiechen stared fixedly toward the door, waiting for Mr. Gu to come rescue him as they had agreed beforehand—but in the end, no one came.
"Breaking your word… shameless scoundrel…"
Han Jiechen ground his teeth, cursing with remarkable fluency and a truly impressive density of obscenities.
It was not that he genuinely trusted Mr. Gu so much. In his reckoning, even if Mr. Gu devoured the ancestral fortune, his name would still not be legitimate, and he could never personally take control of the Han Princely House—at the very lowest estimate, he would still need a puppet like himself to help.
Moreover, though the seven princely houses schemed against one another, they were in some sense branches of the same tree.
If something happened to the Han Princely House and it was truly wiped out, Mr. Gu, as the chief culprit, would instantly become the common enemy of all seven.
After all, if he could strike at the Han Princely House, he would strike at the other princely houses next.
Mr. Gu alone could not withstand such pressure.
But if Han Jiechen were left alive, the focus of blame would shift, and the nature of the affair would become an internal strife within the Han Princely House—which was an entirely different matter.
Anyone with a bit of sense knew how to choose.
Unfortunately, Han Jiechen could never have guessed that it was not that Mr. Gu deliberately meant to abandon him, but simply that he lacked the ability.