Chapter 2292 — The Tagan Dragon Has Come
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"So then—this old madman at the peak of the late Heaven Rank is not with those two?" The Tagan Dragon grasped the crux of the matter in an instant.
"Correct. The old madman is gone, but those two have not come down yet. Your Sixth Martial Uncle has gone up the mountain to search for them, and I have set up a checkpoint here at the exit to intercept them," Old Twelve said. "If there is nothing else, hurry back and hide. If that old madman at the peak of the late Heaven Rank comes, I will not be able to protect you. His power is too great—he has the might to split mountains and cleave seas..."
"This... very well. But those two carry two spirit-beast essence cores. Twelfth Martial Uncle, you must find a way to get them for me!" The Tagan Dragon's real purpose in coming this time had been to get his hands on those two spirit-beast essence cores!
One had to understand that such things were exceedingly rare. Even his own sect—that place—had no stock of them. Ancient spirit beasts existed, to be sure, but one could hardly slaughter an ancient spirit beast and cut out its core, could one? The Tagan Dragon was confident that if he dared make such a request, his sect would slaughter him first!
"So it is those two spirit-beast essence cores you have been thinking about." Old Twelve nodded, now understanding the Tagan Dragon's meaning. "Rest assured. When they are obtained, I will give them to you."
Spirit-beast essence cores were fine things, but they could not compare to the Tagan Dragon's importance. If such treasures could be given to him for protection, it would set his sect's mind at ease somewhat.
"Thank you, Twelfth Martial Uncle!" The Tagan Dragon was overjoyed and said hastily.
"Enough. Go back now, hide at home, and do not come out," Old Twelve said with a wave of his hand.
"Yes, Twelfth Martial Uncle. Then I shall take my leave!" The Tagan Dragon bowed and withdrew from the tent, vanishing with his retinue into the vast darkness of the night...
Their entire conversation reached Wei Zhao's ears, word for word—and it came as a great relief to him. The strange Heaven Rank man was fine; he had escaped from here. It seemed Old Twelve had not dared to stop him and had watched the strange Heaven Rank man run off right before his eyes.
The situation struck Wei Zhao as somewhat amusing. For all the strange Heaven Rank man's cultivation at the peak of the late Heaven Rank, in actual combat he had been no match for the chief retainer, an expert of the early Heaven Rank. And yet Old Twelve, already at the peak of the early Heaven Rank, had not dared to make a move. If he ever learned the truth, one wondered what he would think.
Of course, Wei Zhao would never let him learn the truth. A misunderstanding suited him all the better!