Chapter 3319 — Beyond the Bounds of Reason
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Could it be that Wei Zhao had been holding something back while he was overseas? Ancestor Xuanchen knitted his brows. It seemed he had made a disastrous move. Perhaps those who had gone to stir up trouble for the Blood-Robe Yellow Springs Sect had learned something—some inside story?
Otherwise, no wonder these people had gone so long without troubling Wei Zhao. They simply did not dare! Only he himself, fool that he was, had sent men to the Dark Night Palace—and a fine result it had brought: the dead were dead, the crippled were crippled, and he had no way even to avenge his own disciple...
"So by your account, Wei Zhao genuinely does possess the strength to annihilate high-tier cultivators in an instant?" Ancestor Xuanchen asked, frowning.
"Yes, Master..." Little Four looked somewhat downcast. "The injuries Little Five and I sustained..."
"Go and rest for now, and focus on healing. I will think of something!" Ancestor Xuanchen gestured for Little Four and Little Five to set their minds at ease. In truth, he was only saying this for form's sake—if he had truly had a solution, Tagan Long would have been cured long ago, and he would never have fallen out with Wei Zhao over the matter of healing Tagan Long. As it was, not only had Little Eleven been left battered and bruised by Wei Zhao, but Little One's prized divine weapon had been taken by Wei Zhao and never returned.
"Yes, Master!" Though they knew full well that the hope of recovery was slim—Ancestor Xuantian's injuries had been just the same, and he had never recovered, to say nothing of the two of them—they still clung to hope, hoping Ancestor Xuanchen could devise some remedy.
After Little Four and Little Five had departed, Ancestor Xuanchen sighed. "Zhaoming, what do you make of this business?"
"Father-in-law, it seems the Overseas Cultivators' Association means to make a fool of us! Is this not a false report of military intelligence? We have suffered grievous losses—we cannot let this slide!" Kang Jingming knew there was no way to deal with Wei Zhao now, so he aimed his spearhead straight at the Overseas Cultivators' Association. One had to have a scapegoat, did one not?
"Zhaoming, you do not know the bond between He Dantou and me. He would not deceive me." Once he had calmed down, Ancestor Xuanchen felt that He Dantou had no reason to lie to him. The two of them were sworn brothers, after all, and there was no great grievance between them.
"Ah?" Kang Jingming was startled. He Dantou's surname was He, and Ancestor Xuanchen's surname was also He—this Kang Jingming knew. Though he did not know Ancestor Xuanchen's true name, he did know Little Eleven's real name: He Meiqi. So he wondered whether Ancestor Xuanchen and that He Dantou, president of the Overseas Cultivators' Association, might be relatives of some kind.
"Others all call me Ancestor Xuanchen. In truth, my real name is He Qianting," Ancestor Xuanchen said with a smile. "It is a rather peculiar name, so I generally do not tell it to others."
"Er..." Hearing Ancestor Xuanchen's name, Kang Jingming did not know what to say. Nuclear submarine, nuclear warhead—could the two of them be brothers? It seemed quite likely!
"He Dantou is my younger brother—my own blood brother. So he would not deceive me. Somewhere along the way, something must have gone wrong." Ancestor Xuanchen waved his hand. "Perhaps, while overseas, Wei Zhao could not adapt to the climate and environment, and so could not bring his full strength to bear?"
"That must be it! But as for this matter of Wei Zhao... I am not so sure. What you say is possible, though." Kang Jingming thought for a moment. "I seem to recall hearing, vaguely, that when Wei Zhao annihilates high-tier experts in an instant, he must pay a certain price as well. I fear that while he was overseas, he must have lacked some essential condition."
"What you say makes sense." Ancestor Xuanchen nodded. "I will call He Dantou first and ask him."