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Chapter 5163 — Summoned by the Center

The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2

Bing Wushuang fell silent, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Wei Zhao and Lin Dongfang. That Lin Dongfang was unfathomable went without saying—even with his current late Golden Core strength, he could not summon the will to contend with the man. As for Wei Zhao, though on the surface he appeared to be merely at the consummation of Foundation Establishment, his wondrous methods emerged one after another without end. He too was a transcendent figure whom Bing Wushuang could not see through.

Faced with such an unfathomable pair, and pressed by circumstance, he truly had no second choice—just as Wei Zhao had said. Unless he wished to die.

After a long while, Bing Wushuang said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Simple. Stay in the Center and be my inside man," Wei Zhao said.

"Fine." Bing Wushuang agreed with remarkable readiness.

"Very good. You are indeed a man who knows how to read the times. But to be safe, we'll have to put you to a little trouble." Wei Zhao nodded and at once had Lin Dongfang plant a gu parasite in him.

Bing Wushuang had expected this much. Whatever he thought inwardly, on the surface he showed not the slightest sign of resistance—on the contrary, he was entirely cooperative. Yet after Lin Dongfang finished planting the gu, he was once again stunned, sighing to himself that these two creatures were truly extraordinary.

After Wei Zhao had finished explaining a few precautions, Bing Wushuang rose to leave; but just before he went, Wei Zhao suddenly called him back and tossed him a pill. "Consider this a welcome gift. Do well from now on."

"A golden core pill? And a top-grade one at that!" Bing Wushuang's eyelids twitched. To every consummate Foundation Establishment expert and Golden Core expert alike, golden core pills were the stuff of dreams—and a top-grade one especially. The impact of this was even greater than when he had first obtained the Center's improved pill. True, that one's effects had been more direct and terrifying, but to a connoisseur like him, the value of a top-grade golden core pill was absolutely no less—if anything, greater!

Watching Bing Wushuang's departing figure, silent throughout, Lin Dongfang suddenly spoke up: "Why are you so generous with this thing?"

"He's worth the price. Don't you think so, old man?" Wei Zhao replied.

"Passable, I suppose." Lin Dongfang was noncommittal. At least compared with the other disciples of the Primordial Alliance—including Xin Yi'an, the senior uncle leading the team—Bing Wushuang was clearly a cut above in every respect, and his innate aptitude was first-rate as well. He was indeed worth investing a little more in.

"I've got pills to spare anyway. The others have no use for them, and you don't want them. Might as well give him a taste of something sweet first," Wei Zhao said mildly.

"What would I want this thing for? What damned use is it!" Lin Dongfang scoffed at his pills.

"..." Wei Zhao was left speechless. Any single one of these pills of his, casually released, would cause a sensation—not to mention in this mortal world, even on the Cloud Terrace Island. Yet in Old Man Wei's eyes they were worthless, and he even looked disgusted with them. Wei Zhao truly did not know what to say.

"All right, tell me the next step," Lin Dongfang asked casually.

"Fine. We'll set Xue Jianming aside for now. For the next step, I plan to look into that bunch around Jing Taiyang and see what I can find. They were brainwashed and controlled by the Center's drugs—not as simple and direct as the poison gas—but there may still be a way to find a solution," Wei Zhao said.

"That would be best. Fifteen Foundation Establishment experts is no joke, after all—especially since this is only the mortal world," Lin Dongfang nodded.

Elsewhere, not long after Bing Wushuang left the North Island Cangwu Sect's private islet, he received a summons from Dr. Spectacles. His heart skipped a beat, but he dared not dawdle, and hurried off. (To be continued.)