Chapter 1516 — Zhang Naipao Seeks Help: Zhao Qilei and the Others All Believed That Wei Zhao Had Been Healing His Wounds All Along, and Though Some Time Had Passed, They Were All Cultivators and Knew Full Well That Even a Trifling Internal Injury Might Well Require a Day and a Night of Rest, Which Was Nothing Out of the Ordinary in the Least!
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Only Yubing and Yang Qiqi exchanged a knowing glance, each reading a trace of worry in the other's eyes. Both knew well what heaven-defying healing arts Wei Zhao possessed; an injury as grievous as Yang Qiqi's had once taken him no more than a moment's work to mend.
Yet now Wei Zhao had spent an entire afternoon and still had not finished healing. How heavy, then, must his own wounds be?
But though the two of them fretted, neither spoke a word. This matter must never be allowed to reach anyone else's ears, least of all Zhao Qilei's.
"It's night, and you all must be tired. Rest first if you like. I'll hold the watch here." Seeing that darkness had fallen, Zhao Qilei spoke to Yang Qiqi and Yubing.
"That's not necessary. We are all cultivators; a night without sleep is nothing to us. Besides, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth here is thick and rich, and very well suited to cultivation," Yubing said. "Why don't we cultivate and keep watch by turns tonight?"
"That works as well," Zhao Qilei said with a nod, raising no objection.
In the latter half of the night, Wei Zhao regained his strength. To his slight regret, he did not break through again. Perhaps because his last breakthrough had come so recently, this time he recovered only to the late Mystic Level he had held before.
Yet were others to learn that Wei Zhao felt regret merely at regaining his strength, they would likely vomit blood on the spot. Zhang Naipao and Feng Nitian, for instance, were at this very moment a hundred times more wretched than Wei Zhao.
"Hoo!" Wei Zhao rose to his feet and let out a long breath. In an instant the strength of the late Mystic Level showed itself in full.
Yubing and Zhao Qilei alike had gone without sleep, sitting upon the ground cultivating as they waited for Wei Zhao to recover. So when Wei Zhao stood up, they all emerged from their cultivation. Zhao Qilei and Zhao Qiwu were unperturbed, but Yubing and Yang Qiqi hurried at once to their feet, delight written plainly on their faces.
It seemed Wei Zhao had recovered.
"Ling Yi, you've healed?" Yubing asked, overjoyed.
"Yes, I'm well. It was nothing to begin with, just a small wound." Wei Zhao understood what Yubing meant, but with Zhao Qilei present he wore an air of complete indifference.
"Then that's good!" Yubing understood his meaning in a flash. "Haha, it's only that I saw how gravely Feng Nitian was wounded and wondered whether you had taken serious hurt as well. But you recovered so quickly, so it must have been a light injury after all!"
"Naturally. Brother Ling is the foremost man beneath the Earth Level; how could he suffer grave wounds?" Zhao Qilei said, all flattery. "Among the Mystic Level, I doubt Brother Ling has a rival left. Even against an Earth Level expert, he would have the strength to give battle!"
"Enough, everyone rest. My thanks for guarding my cultivation earlier. Now it is my turn to keep watch, so you may all sleep at ease." Wei Zhao did not take Zhao Qilei's flattery to heart in the slightest. He was not a man who cared to be flattered. He knew precisely how much strength he had, and whether he could cross blades with an Earth Level expert was not a thing that words could settle.
"Ling Yi, aren't you going to rest?" Yubing asked, a little puzzled. But then she remembered that Wei Zhao had likewise replaced sleep with cultivation before, and understanding dawned. "That's fine too. Then we won't stand on ceremony. A good night's sleep, and tomorrow we rise and go on searching for natural treasures!"
Zhao Qilei was drowsy too, and hearing Wei Zhao say so, he did not stand on ceremony either. "Very well then. We'll trouble you, Brother Ling. We'll sleep a while."
In Zhao Qilei's eyes, with Wei Zhao here, no trial participant would be foolish enough to come looking for trouble with them. Would that not be the same as seeking death? Did they imagine themselves stronger than Zhang Naipao or Feng Nitian?