Chapter 3163 — Keeping the Secret
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Lin Dongfang took the contact card, glanced at it, and tossed it casually onto the table. "Fine. You may go."
"Yes... but, Old Master, if I may make so bold as to ask—you are so powerful, and Master Wei Zhao is your grandson, and that Mr. Yang is his **. So why does he not speak of it? If word of even a hint were to leak out, who in the cultivation world would not show him respect?" Ancestor Huangquan asked, puzzled. "From what I know, the master has many enemies. Each time he has escaped by the narrowest margin, yet this is a little too..."
"Heh heh, Huangquan, you wish to ask me why I let Little Yi roam about out there without lifting a finger, is that it?" Lin Dongfang knew the men of the Blood-Robe Huangquan Sect would sooner or later raise this question. If he did not resolve it cleanly, they might not think much of it now, but afterward they would surely grow suspicious—and if they guessed at **or anything close to it**, that was precisely what Lin Dongfang did not wish to see. So he had long since prepared his answer.
"Indeed, Old Master. The master is out there—to say nothing of the threat from our own Blood-Robe Huangquan Sect, even the ancient Eastern Clan and the Mingri Fu Mingri Sect are enough to keep him occupied. Why... do you not step in?" Ancestor Huangquan nodded and asked in confusion.
"Do you think that if I intervened in everything, Little Yi could have grown this quickly?" What Lin Dongfang said was part truth and part falsehood—three parts true, seven parts false. After all, he had discussed the matter with Mr. Yang Zhao and with Mo Kongwu: if Wei Zhao was to grow, he could not lean too heavily on outside strength.
And back then, Mo Kongwu had cast a divination for Wei Zhao. Only by letting Wei Zhao make his own way would he gain more and greater fortunes. True, this meant Wei Zhao would meet many unforeseeable dangers—but in the end, each would be survived by the narrowest margin.
Human intervention from outside forces could occur three times a year; that would not disturb the normal trajectory of Wei Zhao's life. Once it exceeded three, his life's course might veer astray—and this was precisely why Mo Kongwu had set the rule of three interventions each year.
Of course, this aid was limited to the elders of the older generation. Er Goudan and Wei Zhao's other underlings were not included in this count; they were Wei Zhao's own friends and circle of power, cultivated by Wei Zhao himself, and had nothing to do with outside forces.
Only by letting Wei Zhao develop freely would he gain more unexpected fortunes—and those fortunes were the most crucial condition for breaking the board that had been laid down all those years ago. Making Wei Zhao face ever more brutal trials was, in the end, a minor matter.
The chief reason, above all, was still that group of people who had departed back then!
Now it seemed that Wei Zhao's development was unfolding just as Mo Kongwu had calculated: nearly all the inheritors had become Wei Zhao's people. These people would be a mighty aid to Wei Zhao in breaking that board. Without their help, Wei Zhao could never have reached such a height in cultivation or gathered such connections.
But none of this could possibly be told to the men of the Blood-Robe Huangquan Sect. So Lin Dongfang skirted the weighty and seized the light, throwing out a question of his own.
"That... probably not..." Ancestor Huangquan paused briefly, then grasped the crux of it. How could a flower grown in a greenhouse reach such heights? If someone behind the scenes had smoothed over every matter, Wei Zhao would have lost all pressure—and where then would come the drive to advance? How could he have gone from the Yellow Rank to the Heaven Rank in under a year?
At this thought, Ancestor Huangquan could not but deeply admire the bold resolve of Lin Dongfang and Yang Zhao—to cast a junior into the mundane world and let him develop freely. What courage that required?