Chapter 4737 — Not a Good Feeling
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"Wei Zhao himself," Ning Shanghe said with a faint smile.
"Wei Zhao?" Ning Shanghe was immediately taken aback, and could not help but show her astonishment. "Is this true? How did he provoke the Old Sect of the Western Mountains?"
"The reason is actually quite simple. He killed a heretic cultivator by the name of Wu Baoliang. This man was a personal disciple of the Old Sect of the Western Mountains, and moreover his own nephew by blood—which is why the old villain was stirred to action," Ning Shanghe explained.
"So that is how it is. No wonder the old villain is in such a frenzy. But with a heretic titan of the Mountain-Opening stage hunting him down in person, how could he possibly still be alive? Could some master be shielding him?" Liu Ziqi asked, puzzled.
She had never paid Wei Zhao any mind before, but since he could enter the Western Island Trials, his strength could be no more than the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. To the vast majority of cultivators that was already exceedingly high, yet before a heretic of the Old Sect of the Western Mountains' caliber he was no different from an ordinary mortal—a single thought could crush him to death.
If no master had intervened on his behalf, then for a mere Nascent Soul cultivator to survive under the Old Sect of the Western Mountains was something Liu Ziqi would not believe even if beaten to death—it was sheer fantasy.
"There really was none. You know as well as I do what the South Continent seas are like—apart from the spirit beast race, what master there could stand against the Old Sect of the Western Mountains?" Ning Shanghe said with a rueful laugh.
"That is true enough. The spirit beast race shuts itself away from the world, and heretic or not means nothing to them. Unlike the orthodox sects, who would hunt down an old villain of the Old Sect of the Western Mountains wherever they found one, no one would step forward of their own accord to move against the Old Sect unless there were a private grudge. Liu Ziqi nodded, then her interest kindled. "But if that is so, how did Wei Zhao escape calamity at the Old Sect's hands? Relying on himself alone, that seems hardly possible, does it not?"
"When I first saw the intelligence report, I too found it hard to believe. Yet the facts are what they are—Wei Zhao survived the Old Sect of the Western Mountains purely by his own strength," Ning Shanghe said with a note of feeling.
"How can that be?" Liu Ziqi was greatly shocked. At their level, few things could still make her lose her composure like this—yet a mere Nascent Soul cultivator had escaped the Old Sect's pursuit by his own power alone. This was not merely astonishing; it overturned one's whole understanding of the world!
"Apart from Wei Zhao himself and the Old Sect of the Western Mountains, I fear no third party knows the details. But according to my Western Island intelligence, one thing is certain: the key to Wei Zhao surviving this certain-death calamity was that he fled into the interior of the Southern Island," Ning Shanghe said.
"He fled into the Southern Island? No wonder the Old Sect dared not pursue further. But for a Nascent Soul cultivator to come away whole from the spirit beast race's territory—that is an unprecedented miracle." Liu Ziqi sighed in genuine admiration, then glanced at Ning Shanghe. "In that case this young man is truly extraordinary. It is no wonder you wished to take him as your son-in-law. If he truly matures in the years to come, he may well be a match even for your own."
"Indeed, that was my original thought. It is only a pity that now it seems it cannot be. But Heaven's will works in mysterious ways—rich water should not flow to an outsider's field, so I may as well yield him to your precious disciple," Ning Shanghe said, covering her mouth with a laugh.