Chapter 4152 — Growing Ever Harder to Deal With
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
In the Cultivator Academy, Nan Tianjiguang, Si Haitao, and the Mystic Dust Ancestor sat gathered together, deliberating over how to deal with Wei Zhao.
They had already resolved some time ago to strike while Wei Zhao was on his way back to North Island; for them, that was the best opportunity. Still, the risk was by no means small.
With their strength, killing Wei Zhao would pose no real difficulty. The real problem lay in what came afterward. What they had to worry about was whether Wei Zhao's death would enrage Di Xingdao—and, over on North Island, Shangguan Tianxia.
One of those two was in the Middle Island, the other in the North Island. Once word leaked out, either of them could crush them like insects at will—unless they holed up in the Central Merchants' Association and never again stepped out on business, in which case that mysterious figure could at least preserve their worthless lives.
"Killing that Wei Zhao is no trouble at all. The difficulty is making sure it can't be traced back to us, leaving no clues whatsoever. That's the crux of it," Si Haitao said, pinching his chin and frowning.
"Indeed. That old devil Di Xingdao is too fierce. If he ever learned that we killed Wei Zhao, given his lawless, mad-dog nature, he might well storm straight into the Cultivator Academy—and with that explosive power of his, no one but the Chancellor could stop him." Nan Tianjiguang nodded, still shaken by the thought.
"If we all wear masks and are a bit careful, surely we won't leave any clues? He may be powerful, but he's no god—he can't be omniscient and omnipotent, can he?" the Mystic Dust Ancestor could not help saying.
In his view, Nan Tianjiguang and Si Haitao were both being over-cautious. It was the classic case of the higher a man's station, the smaller his nerve. If they went masked, how could Di Xingdao possibly know it was them?
"Di Xingdao is indeed no god, nor omniscient or omnipotent. But at his level, with his abilities, if he truly wants to learn something, it's as easy as turning his hand. Mystic Dust, have you forgotten who Di Xingdao is?" Nan Tianjiguang shot him a glance.
"Who he is?" The Mystic Dust Ancestor was taken aback. He had genuinely never heard anyone speak of it.
"Quite so. And don't any of you forget that Di Xingdao is the Deputy Island Lord of the Middle Island! For a matter like this, all he need do is send out the Middle Island Law Enforcement Hall, and I fear the truth would be uncovered all too easily. We are no experts in such things—we must not grow careless!" Nan Tianjiguang echoed with a bitter smile.
"Uh... then by that logic, so long as it's our hand that moves, isn't it fated that he'll find out?" the Mystic Dust Ancestor said helplessly.
"It does seem that way. If we mean to kill Wei Zhao, wanting to take not the slightest risk seems well-nigh impossible." Nan Tianjiguang and Si Haitao both sighed.
If they could afford to provoke Di Xingdao, they would have gone straight for him long ago—why would they have shifted their sights to Wei Zhao? Yet after all their back-and-forth, they suddenly found that even dealing with the insignificant Wei Zhao was growing harder and harder. How could they not feel humiliated?
And yet, if they were simply to pull back now, that they were absolutely unwilling to do. They were, after all, figures of rank and standing. If they did not even dare kill a mere Wei Zhao, what the hell were they playing at? R1152