Chapter 4865 — Bao Zuoliang Grows Anxious
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As for spiritual energy, it was hundreds or even a thousand times richer than outside—more exaggerated even than the space within Wei Zhao's jade pendant. It felt so dense it was on the verge of becoming tangible.
"Senior East Sea has spared no expense!" Wei Zhao turned and smiled at Wang Xinyan, only to find her expression most unnatural—by the look of it, she was barely holding on.
The rich spiritual energy was one thing, but the crucial point was that this pressure was truly astonishing—at least no less than that of the mountain-opening titans Wei Zhao had encountered. Even Wei Zhao found it somewhat taxing, let alone Wang Xinyan, who was only at the mid Nascent Soul stage.
Wei Zhao did not know how the East Sea Divine Nun had managed it, but one thing was certain: setting up such a formation required not only vast quantities of precious resources but also the corresponding secret methods. Only a mountain-opening titan like the East Sea Divine Nun could command such resources.
"Are you all right?" Wei Zhao hurried to help Wang Xinyan sit down.
"I'm fine. I can hold on—no problem." Wang Xinyan smiled with effort, determination shining in her eyes. If she wanted to break through quickly within a scant three months, this was something she inevitably had to face.
"Good. Then if anything goes wrong, tell me at once. I know you are stubborn and enduring, but forcing yourself too hard will defeat the purpose. Understand?" Wei Zhao admonished.
The sponge constitution not only let one absorb spiritual energy as swiftly as a sponge soaks up water to grow stronger—it also carried the property of a spring: the tighter it was compressed, the higher it bounced back. The East Sea Divine Nun had deliberately arranged this high-pressure environment precisely to force out as much of Wang Xinyan's potential as possible. Naturally, Wei Zhao would not ruin her painstaking design just because his heart ached a little.
"Mm, there isn't much time. Let's begin." Wang Xinyan forced a smile. Beyond the strain on her face there was now a trace of alluring reluctance, of yielding while yet resisting, and the sight made Wei Zhao's blood run hot—he nearly gave in to his baser nature on the spot.
Huang Xiaotao was in secluded cultivation; Wei Zhao and Wang Xinyan were in secluded cultivation as well. Yet outside, someone was still thinking of them constantly—except this person was no close friend or kin, but Bao Zuoliang, an enemy newly made.
There had never been any real conflict between them, not even a slightly formal meeting. Yet for Wang Xinyan's sake he had become a thorn in the eye and a splinter in the flesh of this young city lord of Morning Star City. The tall tree catches the wind—that saying was truly no lie.
For a long while no sign of Wei Zhao and his companions had emerged, and there was no need to guess that they were surely in secluded cultivation. Bao Zuoliang saw it and seethed. It was only because Wei Zhao had chosen the East Sea Pavilion as the site of his seclusion that this young city lord could do nothing but look on from afar; had it been any other place, every manner of scheme and intrigue would long since have come knocking.
"What do we do? Carrying on like this is no solution. I can't just watch that brat live in ease and pleasure, can I?" Bao Zuoliang was so frantic the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. By comparison, he would rather see Wei Zhao and the others come out and gad about; irritating as that was to watch, in broad daylight they could hardly carry on too outrageously.
But now Wei Zhao and his sweetheart Wang Xinyan were both hidden away in the East Sea Pavilion and would not come out. Who knew what the two of them were doing in there? If, on top of their secluded cultivation, the two of them struck dry tinder and caught fire, what business would there be left for Bao Zuoliang at all?