Chapter 4558 — Preparing the Spirit-Infant Gathering Pill
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Wei Zhao pondered for a moment. Given the situation before him, he had two choices. One was to charge out recklessly—after all, those two Dragon Boat Escort Agency guards were nothing before his strength. He could kill them in a single exchange, leaving them no chance to flee.
Of course, there was another option: abandon his original plan and return to the underground space to continue his secluded cultivation. Thanks to the Five-Venom Marsh's ability to block divine consciousness, those two Dragon Boat guards above remained completely unaware of Wei Zhao. If he simply cultivated down there a while longer, even the Western Mountain Old Sect, paranoid as they were, would eventually give up. By then he could emerge without anyone ever knowing.
The latter was clearly the safer of the two, but it would mean abandoning his original plan—and with only two months left before the mission deadline, staying would inevitably mean missing it. The former choice, though aggressive, carried little real risk. With Wei Zhao's current strength at the great perfection of the Golden Core stage, if he could not even instantly kill two nobodies, that would truly be a joke.
"Forget it. To avoid startling the snake in the grass, I'll return to the underground space and keep cultivating. I had originally planned to start preparing for the condensation of my Nascent Soul after returning to the Northern Island, but now it seems I can only attempt a breakthrough here." Wei Zhao rubbed his head and then instructed the spirit bird to return to the underground space.
"Heh heh, I was going to give you a reminder, but it seems I underestimated you, kid," Ghost Thing said with a knowing smile.
He had assumed Wei Zhao would strike without a second thought. After all, with his strength surging recently, any normal person would be bursting with confidence and would unhesitatingly cut down those two nobodies. But if he had done so, Wei Zhao would have landed himself in real trouble.
There was something on those two nobodies that could not be ignored—something most people would hardly notice, but which could not escape Ghost Thing's divine sense. It was the tiny jade token on the bald man's wrist. The token itself had no power, but once attacked, it would shatter—and a corresponding token sensing it would shatter at the same moment.
Needless to say, that paired token was certainly at the Dragon Boat Escort Agency headquarters. If Wei Zhao struck them down here, the Western Mountain Old Sect would know immediately. Once they came for him, even with his recent surge in strength, his fate would be no better than before.
"I'm not stupid." Wei Zhao smiled faintly. With his powers of observation, even on his first connection to Ghost Thing's divine sense, he would never overlook a single detail—much less be so overconfident as to strike without observing clearly. Small fry were indeed nothing worth worrying about, easily crushed underfoot, but it was often on such small fry that great endeavors foundered.
Though he was now at the great perfection of the Golden Core stage and far more confident than before, even so he had not the slightest assurance of facing the Western Mountain Old Sect. A true man knows when to bend and when to stretch. When endurance was called for, endure.
Returning to the underground space, Wei Zhao did not rush to resume his secluded cultivation. He now stood at the threshold of the great perfection of the Golden Core stage, separated from the Nascent Soul by only the thinnest pane of paper—seemingly ready to break at a touch. Of course, that was mere appearance. If condensing a Nascent Soul were truly so easy, masters of the Nascent Soul stage would long since be everywhere, worth less than dogs.