Chapter 5095 — I've Conscripted Her
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Yet just as she could no longer restrain herself and was about to act, a familiar voice came from behind her: "Hold on. She is not going anywhere."
"Wei Zhao?!" Leng Leng spun around at once and looked at that familiar figure she had yearned for day and night; tears burst from her eyes beyond all control. She had never asked for much—only to see Wei Zhao one last time, to know for certain that he was safe and sound. That was enough.
"You?!" Xue Jianming had never imagined that Wei Zhao would come here. He glanced at Xin Yi'an, who stood by with a bland expression, then at Fei Yangnian, who had appeared at Wei Zhao's side, and in an instant he understood everything. He cursed on the spot: "Fei Yangnian, you traitor! Biting the hand that fed you!"
Fei Yangnian was badly startled. Seeing Xue Jianming in that murderous state, he hastily ducked behind Wei Zhao. When he had returned to the sect gate just now and heard that Xue Jianming had brought men to the Primordial Passage, he had not stopped to think—he had simply led Wei Zhao straight over, never imagining Xue Jianming would denounce him as a traitor on the spot. Of course, a traitor was exactly what he was.
Wei Zhao paid Xue Jianming no attention whatsoever. In front of everyone he walked straight up to Leng Leng and said with a smile, "Wait for me a moment. I will be quick about it."
For some reason, from the very instant she saw Wei Zhao appear, Leng Leng's heart settled into stillness. It seemed that so long as Wei Zhao was here, she would not fear even the sky falling—an unprecedented sense of security and calm.
Still, she pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth curved into a lovely arc. "Braggart," she said softly.
Watching the two of them flirting as though no one else existed, Xue Jianming was nearly mad with rage. He turned on the Snow Sword Sect disciples beside him and bellowed: "Are you all blind? This is Wei Zhao, the man who ruined my dantian—the enemy of our Snow Sword Sect! Kill him, now!"
"Insolence! Whoever dares to lay a hand on my martial grand-uncle of the North Island Cangwu Sect had best not blame this old man for showing no mercy!" Xin Yi'an stepped forward at once and snorted coldly.
The Snow Sword Sect disciples were cowed on the spot. Had Xin Yi'an not been present, they might truly have been goaded by Xue Jianming into attacking Wei Zhao, but now, facing Xin Yi'an—a formidable early Golden Core cultivator—what use was their superior numbers?
And if it truly came to numbers, the North Island Cangwu Sect was in no way inferior to the Snow Sword Sect. Both were among the ten minor sects and clans, their strength evenly matched; if pressed, the Cangwu Sect could even call upon the Chongtian Sect and the Xuanji Sect. The three great sects of the North Island had always stood as one. The Snow Sword Sect might not be able to afford to provoke them.
Seeing the other Snow Sword Sect disciples cowed, Xue Jianming ground his teeth in fury and could not resist the urge to strike himself—only to be cowed by a single glance from Wei Zhao. Recalling how Wei Zhao had utterly crushed him before, he could not help trembling inwardly. To face Wei Zhao alone was simply to court death.
"Oh? Looks like you have recovered, have you? You snatched the fifth-grade Great Return Pill I gave to Leng Leng, never even said thank you, and now you want me killed?" Wei Zhao said, his expression unfriendly. Along the way Fei Yangnian had told him the whole story from beginning to end. That Xue Jianming had restored his dantian and meridians did not surprise him, nor had it ever weighed on his mind. In others' eyes Xue Jianming might be strong, but to Wei Zhao he was a pathetic weakling—a weakling worth less than nothing.
"You have some nerve! You ruined my dantian and became the sworn enemy of my Snow Sword Sect, and you still dare come here—do you truly think no one in my Snow Sword Sect can deal with you?" Xue Jianming sputtered, beside himself with rage.