Chapter 5113 — The One Who Started It All
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But what terrified Sun Baixu even more than his injuries were those two inexplicable sneak attacks of true qi. There were only two possibilities: either Ergoudan was a master feigning foolishness to prey on the strong, or someone else was behind it.
"I told you already, didn't I? My name's Ergoudan. You're not just a lunatic—you're a fool as well, aren't you?" Ergoudan said with a frown.
"……" Sun Baixu vomited yet another great mouthful of fresh blood. Here he was, a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, being taken for a fool by an actual fool—was there anything in this world more galling than that?
But this time Sun Baixu dared not keep trading blows with Ergoudan. One more round like that and he would be beaten to death outright. After a wary scan of his surroundings, Sun Baixu suddenly withdrew without the slightest warning.
A mighty cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, frightened off by a simpleton from the mortal world—if word of this ever got out, he would be shamed beyond redemption. Fortunately, this was a desolate mountain range where not a soul was about. Sun Baixu consoled himself inwardly: while there is life, there is hope. So long as he returned, healed his wounds, and plotted anew, he could settle this score sooner or later.
"He ran off?" Ergoudan scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. In his heart he was certain this fellow was a lunatic—keeping such a disgusting giant worm, and then stopping dead in the middle of a fight to stare blankly into space. Could he have escaped from some asylum?
But Ergoudan was not about to just let him run away. He set off in pursuit at once—not to chase him down and finish him off, but because the most important matter of all had yet to be settled: this fellow still owed him money!
The trouble was that apart from his incomparable monstrous strength, Ergoudan had nothing else to show for himself. As far as he was concerned, movement techniques and martial arts simply did not exist. When he ran, he was merely a bit faster than an ordinary person. To catch up with a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment that way was truly a tall order—even with Sun Baixu gravely wounded.
"Thank goodness this fool's speed is so outrageously slow. Otherwise I'd have lost everything and gained nothing—today was a close call!" Sun Baixu glanced back as he fled at full speed and could not help heaving a sigh of relief. But then his brow knit again. By the look of it, the odds that this fool was feigning stupidity to prey on the strong were vanishingly small. So that meant someone was secretly launching sneak attacks on him?
Who could it be? To slip past his perception without a sound, this person's strength was absolutely no trifling matter—likely only the Primordial Alliance had experts of that caliber. Could it be a senior fellow disciple leading one of the other Primordial sects?
The Evil-Warding Sect had no shortage of enemies, and Sun Baixu had just as many of his own. For a moment he truly could not think of anyone who would ambush him in secret. He had never leaked his whereabouts or his plans to any outsider—except to his own younger brother, Sun Baimei.
Could it be that brat Sun Baimei? Sun Baixu gave a start of fright, entirely unaware that this very brother of his had long since gone to the Yellow Springs. Still grinding his teeth as he fled, he thought: if that were truly the case, then even a blood brother would not be spared.
Seeing that he had finally left Ergoudan far behind, Sun Baixu at last slowed his pace a little. But before he could truly catch his breath, a voice, unhurried and at ease, drifted from ahead: "You want to rest after running only this far? That doesn't seem quite right."
Sun Baixu paled in alarm and looked toward the sound. There, leaning slantwise against a tree ahead, stood a young man with a faint, barely perceptible smile on his face—none other than Wei Zhao.