Chapter 5007 — A Place No One Can Tread
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
Unfortunately for the Great Ability of West Mountain, he met neither of these two conditions. If he wanted the Old Sect of West Mountain to take him in, the only card he had left to play was a sob story.
"Your subordinate knows his own limitations, but I beg the Old Sect Master to grant me a chance out of consideration for my loyalty. I swear I will not disappoint you," the Great Ability of West Mountain pleaded.
The Old Sect of West Mountain gave a noncommittal, sinister chuckle and asked offhandedly, "What happened to that arm of yours? Don't tell me you've used the Blood Sacrifice?"
"The Old Sect Master is sharp as ever. Your subordinate did indeed use the Blood Sacrifice a few months ago. The man I was dealing with is one you also know—he is Wei Zhao, the one who killed your nephew Wu Baoliang," the Great Ability of West Mountain replied with a nod.
"Wei Zhao?" The Old Sect of West Mountain instantly perked up. To track down Wei Zhao's whereabouts, he had gone so far as to deploy the intelligence network of the West Mountain Evil Sect. He had long since learned that Wei Zhao was Ling Yi, and he also knew that Wei Zhao had recently traveled from West Island to the Eastern Continent. What he had not expected was that Wei Zhao had actually crossed blades with the Great Ability of West Mountain. Delighted, he blurted, "You killed him?!"
"Your subordinate is useless. Though I faced him—a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator—with my late-stage Mystic Ascension strength, and even went so far as to use the Blood Sacrifice, I still fell short in the end. He escaped into Chenxing City, and according to the latest roster published by the Eastern Continent's Yellow-Rank Academy Alliance, he is now already an early-stage Mystic Ascension expert," the Great Ability of West Mountain said shamefacedly.
The Old Sect of West Mountain was rendered speechless by this. Still, back in the day even he had failed to kill Wei Zhao; such a matter could hardly be blamed on the Great Ability of West Mountain. It could only be said that this brat Wei Zhao was truly uncanny—his rank might not be high, but he was by no means easy to deal with.
"Old Sect Master, the grudge between Wei Zhao and me over this severed arm is irreconcilable. But with one arm ruined, I fear I am no match for that brat. I implore the Old Sect Master to grant me a chance out of consideration for my utter sincerity, and one day I will lay Wei Zhao's head before you with my own hands!" the Great Ability of West Mountain pleaded.
With matters having come to this point, the Old Sect of West Mountain finally changed his mind. Since they shared a common enemy in Wei Zhao, he might as well take him in. The Great Ability of West Mountain was not too weak, after all, and he knew the Blood Sacrifice too—he would surely be of some use.
"In that case, you may stay. Losing an arm is a bit of a hindrance, but it happens to suit the cultivation of our sect's Soul-Snatching Hand. Who knows, you might even progress faster than a man with both arms intact," the Old Sect of West Mountain said with a nod.
"Thank you, Old Sect Master!" The Great Ability of West Mountain was overjoyed and hurriedly kowtowed three times with resounding thuds. "Your disciple, the Great Ability of West Mountain, pays his respects to Master!"
This time he was truly overjoyed beyond all expectation. In his own estimation, it would already have been good enough if the Old Sect of West Mountain was merely willing to shelter him—who would have thought the man would even be willing to teach him the Soul-Snatching Claw? That was the signature peerless art of the Old Sect of West Mountain!
"Enough. Get up," the Old Sect of West Mountain said with a wave of his hand.