Chapter 5091 — The Agitated Leng Leng
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
=;=; "If you have a grievance, air it; if you have a feud, settle it—that is the way of heaven and earth. Even in the Antiquity, whatever it may be, are we to swallow our anger and say nothing now that we have come to this mundane world? Where under heaven is there such a principle? Uncle-Master Xin, you defend that man so fiercely—could it be you are tangled up with him?" Xue Jianming said with a suspicious frown.
"Rubbish from beginning to end. If you want to settle a private score, no one will stop you—but on one condition: you must not disrupt the stability of the greater situation. Otherwise you are a traitor to the entire Antiquity Alliance. Can you bear that charge?" Xin Yi'an said furiously.
"Uncle-Master Xin, you must not go slapping labels on people at random. I merely want to seek justice for myself—how is that disrupting the stability of the greater situation, how does that make me a traitor to the Antiquity Alliance?" Xue Jianming said, unconvinced.
"Fine. Since you are determined to be obstinate, then this old man will spell it out clearly before everyone here today. Speak—who is it you want to take revenge on?" Xin Yi'an said with a cold snort.
"Who else could it be? That Nascent Soul cultivator, of course!" Xue Jianming said through clenched teeth.
At these words the crowd could not help but whisper and murmur among themselves, and at that moment a woman in the throng was struck dumb with shock—none other than Leng Leng, who had hurried back upon hearing the news.
A Nascent Soul cultivator? At those words Leng Leng understood at once, and her heart leaped—was that not Wei Zhao? Could it be that Wei Zhao was unharmed?
"Be clear about it. Which Nascent Soul cultivator?" Xin Yi'an said without expression.
"The Nascent Soul cultivator who slaughtered Yin Zhiping and Sun Baimei of the Pixie Sect, wounded Yu Zhengliang and three others of the Qiankun Sect, and destroyed my dantian—is that clear enough, Uncle-Master Xin!" Xue Jianming said, forcing down his fury.
As he enumerated one deed after another, the whole assembly broke into an uproar again, and Leng Leng was struck dumb on the spot—in this space of time Wei Zhao had actually accomplished so many astonishing feats?!
One had to understand that every one of these was a feat of the utmost difficulty, impossible without the strength of Foundation Establishment great perfection. Xue Jianming in particular was reputed to be the finest hand of the Foundation Establishment stage in the entire Antiquity Alliance; to destroy his dantian would be a hard task even for Foundation Establishment great perfection—it would take the strength of the Golden Core stage to be sure of it.
Yet in Leng Leng's memory, Wei Zhao's cultivation had been no more than the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage, a gap between him and the Golden Core stage of a hundred and eight thousand li. Hearing these words, she felt it incredible at once—less than a month had passed since they last parted. Could Wei Zhao's strength have advanced by such leaps and bounds in so short a time?
Such a thing was simply unimaginable; in the eyes of any normal person the possibility was zero. Leng Leng could not help but grow doubtful—could it be that the Nascent Soul cultivator they spoke of was not Wei Zhao at all, but someone else?
"Good. Since you have put it so clearly, then this old man will add one more thing. This Nascent Soul cultivator is the chairman of the mundane world's Cultivators Association, and at the same time an ancestral elder of my Northern Isle Cangwu Sect, left behind in the mundane world from the Antiquity era!" Xin Yi'an said in a deep voice.
"What? That Nascent Soul cultivator is actually a man of the Northern Isle Cangwu Sect?" At these words the whole assembly's jaws dropped, and they stared at one another in stunned silence.