Chapter 5165 — Hidden Words
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"You want to rise higher?" If the spectacle doctor still could not grasp his meaning now, he really would have water in his brain. But from the perspective of one in authority, he did not mind Xue Jianming having such thoughts; the man genuinely had the value of focused cultivation.
"Of course. If my superiors would cultivate me generously, I would go through fire and water without a thought for my own life," Xue Jianming said hurriedly.
"Very well. As it happens, the central headquarters has a focused cultivation program. So long as you perform well, I can recommend you upward and guarantee your strength will advance by leaps and bounds!" the spectacle doctor promised on the spot.
"Truly? Thank you, my superior!" Xue Jianming was overjoyed.
After a torrent of gratitude, Xue Jianming finally departed, looking back at every step. The spectacle doctor gave a meaningful chuckle: "Ambition, connections, and ability too—say what you will, this one is real material."
"I can't help feeling this fellow isn't all that reliable," Big Feng said, coming closer. He had heard the whole exchange from start to finish, and had taken in every detail of Bing Wushuang's and Xue Jianming's performances.
"You're overthinking it. With the poison gas hanging over him, he wouldn't dare harbor disloyal thoughts. Besides, his ambition is a good thing—it's precisely because he's ambitious that he needs our center's strength all the more." The spectacle doctor shot him a glance, thinking to himself, you traitor, eating our bread and siding with outsiders, and you have the nerve to say that—you really can put on a show.
Big Feng frowned and said nothing further, though inwardly he was still anxious about how to contact Wei Zhao. He knew Wei Zhao was certainly somewhere in the Transit Archipelago, but he could not go out and move about on his own. He had no chance even to send word.
"By the way, these people all went to the Cangwu Sect on North Island, one after another. We'll have to be on our guard about that," the spectacle doctor muttered.
"How do we guard against it?" Big Feng asked.
"That's not your concern. I have my ways." The spectacle doctor brushed him off. The first person he had to guard against now was Big Feng himself. Matters out in the open could be let through to Big Feng, but other matters could not be discussed at length.
Several days later, Bing Wushuang was summoned out for a physical examination as usual, and like the others, nothing was found amiss. But at the very last moment, his expression suddenly shifted.
Another man might not have sensed it, but his perception far exceeded ordinary men's—otherwise he could never have cultivated the Ruthless Ice Force. He clearly felt that something had been implanted in his body, exceedingly minute, but beyond any doubt.
He did not know what it was, but he understood at once: this must be high-tech equipment the center used to monitor him in secret. Otherwise there would be no need for such secrecy.
Bing Wushuang dared not be careless. As the leading martial uncle of the Snow Sword Sect, he too had to join the other disciples in mining, and Wei Zhao had told him before that if anything came up in the future, they should use the mining as cover to communicate.
Sure enough, he did see Wei Zhao while mining, though the two did not draw too close. Even when they reached a secluded spot, they did not use the chance to catch their breath and speak, but instead exchanged a few hand signals.
Strange as these gestures were, Wei Zhao understood them quickly: something had been implanted in Bing Wushuang's body, very likely a monitoring device such as a listening bug.
"This is somewhat troublesome," Wei Zhao thought, frowning inwardly. If even Bing Wushuang had such a thing on him, it was not hard to imagine the others carried the same. That being so, it was no longer realistic to keep moving against Jing Taiyang and his people. These center folk were truly wary!