Chapter 5097 — The Selection Assembly
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Since he had reported the situation last time, five days had passed before he finally received word back from the Cangwu Sect of North Island. Upon learning of the existence of Wei Zhao, an ancestral elder from the primordial era, the whole of the Cangwu Sect of North Island—predictably enough—had been thrown into an uproar. And when they learned there was a complete version of the Azure Cloud Serenity Formula, their joy knew no bounds.
With a living fossil of an ancestral elder like this among them, the people of the Cangwu Sect of North Island naturally wanted to invite Wei Zhao over. After all, if the Martial Uncle-Founder would but casually recite a few more of the sect's cultivation methods, those would be priceless treasures. The problem was that Wei Zhao's current identity was that of chairman of the Secular World Cultivators' Association—what if he was unwilling to go to the Primordial Little Jianghu?
"Don't you have a one-year training stint in the secular world? We can discuss this question when the time comes. I haven't decided yet myself." Wei Zhao replied noncommittally. If conditions allowed, he would not mind making a trip to the Primordial Little Jianghu—but at present he was merely a projected spirit body. Who knew whether he might suddenly collapse the moment he arrived there?
Besides, even with Star Ink Stones to replenish his spiritual consciousness energy, who could say how long he could hold out? A single year might well already be the limit.
"That... very well..." Xin Yi'an could not help feeling somewhat disappointed, but he dared not say more. Wei Zhao might be only a perfected Foundation Establishment spirit, but this was, after all, an ancestral elder of the Cangwu Sect of North Island. Disrespect toward one's elders was a grave offense—and this was a Martial Uncle-Founder whose seniority was beyond reckoning.
"Since I'm here, let's talk about the disciple selection assembly. I've already put the word out; every cultivation power in the secular world has agreed to send disciples to participate. You fix the time and place." Wei Zhao changed the subject.
"Very well. The sooner this is done, the better—how about the day after tomorrow? As for the location, let's hold it at this very mountain gate." Xin Yi'an proposed.
"Oh? Just like that, you'd reveal your rallying point to the outside world? Aren't you afraid of inviting unnecessary trouble?" Wei Zhao asked in surprise.
"Martial Uncle-Founder jests. Apart from an expert like yourself, Martial Uncle-Founder, all the other cultivation powers of the secular world combined are good for nothing but being bullied by our Primordial Alliance disciples. What trouble could there possibly be?" Xin Yi'an said dismissively.
"Heh, I suppose that's true." So he said aloud—but inwardly Wei Zhao begged to differ. The secular world's cultivators were indeed far inferior to the Primordial Alliance in strength, but these people of the Primordial Alliance had contracted the most common ailment of cultivators: they did not take ordinary people seriously.
The reason the secular world was the secular world was precisely that it was the world of ordinary people—and this, moreover, was a world with highly advanced technology. If the two sides truly became enemies, a bit of high-tech weaponry would be more than enough to give these lofty Primordial Alliance cultivators a severe headache. Get them truly provoked and drop a nuke on them, and the people here might be fine, but whether their formations and bases survived would be another matter entirely.
It was simply that Xin Yi'an and the others did not yet understand secular technology very deeply. Once they grasped what high technology meant—and especially once they had tasted its bitter fruit—they would likely not dare to be so careless and unbridled.