Chapter 4976 — Bound for the Middle Island
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
If she waited too long in between, the momentum of that breakneck ascent would cool, and Ning Xuefei's difficulty would grow by imperceptible degrees. One hour, then, was already the limit.
When the hour was up, Ning Xuefei's eyes flew open, and a radiance such as he had never seen wheeled within them—it made Wei Zhao's own eyes light up. This girl's aptitude was truly monstrous; in a scant hour she had already grown familiar with an entirely new realm, the great perfection of the Nascent Soul. Even if it was not yet fully settled, to ordinary eyes this alone was a feat of breathtaking improbability.
"Let's go. We'll find a quiet place and make the push for the Mystic Ascension!" Wei Zhao's heart was now steady. Her present state lent him a measure of confidence, and besides, with the Thunder Mystic Pill and a top-grade seventh-rank Great Restoration Pill, even a failed attempt would not cost Ning Xuefei her life. There was no need for undue worry.
The two of them came to the outskirts of the city. Once Ning Xuefei signaled that she was ready, Wei Zhao without hesitation unleashed the Thunderbolt Thousand Bursts. Its force was several degrees stronger than an ordinary lightning tribulation—more than enough for her to fuse her spiritual roots through it. Naturally, if it fell short, that hardly mattered either; with Wei Zhao on hand, he could always add another bolt at any moment.
As for the far more fearsome Thunder Burial, that was out of the question. Even a first-rate early Mountain-Opening expert like Zang Zili had been unable to withstand it. With Ning Xuefei's meager strength, even having swallowed the Thunder Mystic Pill would make no difference—she would be blasted to scattering ash. Wei Zhao dared not take such a risk.
Watching Ning Xuefei steeped within that deep-blue pillar of lightning, seeing her still calm and composed, Wei Zhao was at last wholly reassured. For all that the girl shirked and schemed to avoid cultivation in ordinary days, when the true moment came she carried herself with the bearing of a great house—well worthy of being the daughter of Ning Shanghe, Mistress of the Western Island. That talent and that poise of hers were rooted deep in her bones.
No one knows a daughter like her mother. Were it otherwise, why would Ning Shanghe have insisted on making her the heir to the Western Island?
One had to understand that for the weak to climb to such a height was never a good thing. Ning Shanghe was not the sort to stake her own daughter against the fate of the Western Island. Since she had insisted, it proved that Ning Xuefei truly possessed the potential—the surpassing potential—to grow into the Western Island's mistress!
A person with the potential to grow into the Mistress of the Western Island. An assault on the Mystic Ascension was, for her, a trifling matter by comparison—just as Ning Xuefei's present bearing showed, light as drifting cloud.
"This girl's talent is frighteningly strong. What a pity..." Wei Zhao could not help shaking his head inwardly. With her gift and her background, had Ning Xuefei been willing to apply herself, she would long since have been a Mystic Ascension expert—and he would never have needed to go to such superfluous lengths.
At dawn the next day, when Wei Zhao appeared at the Newcomers' Court with a wholly transformed Ning Xuefei, Huo Yudie, Leng Rufeng, and Yang Qianshuang were already waiting at the gate, craning their necks in anticipation. Ning Xuefei's master, Chen Xinglan, had come as well.
"This—how is this possible?!" Sensing the formidable aura rolling off Ning Xuefei, Huo Yudie was not in the least surprised, but Leng Rufeng's and Yang Qianshuang's eyes were fairly starting from their sockets. Yesterday she had plainly still been at the Golden Core stage—how had a single night turned her into an early Mystic Ascension expert? Had the world gone mad?