Chapter 11625 — Heaven's Calamities May Be Forgiven

"Since you refuse to see reason, don't blame me for leaving you no way out."

"Wei Zhao, running into me means this calamity was fated for you. When you die in a moment, don't harbor too much resentment—after all, you brought it all on yourself."

As he spoke, an unprecedented, surging tide of fortune qi rushed together in the palm of his hand.

Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched slightly.

Here in the Inner Royal Court, fortune qi was still the hard currency everyone chased after, but it was no longer any rare thing; plenty of people casually threw around tens of thousands—even hundreds of thousands—of it without batting an eye.

But fortune qi condensing to the degree before his eyes now—that was something Wei Zhao had never seen before.

A full million in fortune qi!

Having taken Nightfall Palace, Wei Zhao's net worth now far exceeded ten million in fortune qi; if one really sat down to reckon it, he was a solid hundred million plus!

But when all was said and done, that was his net worth—not the liquid fortune qi he could call upon at any given moment.

Net worth and cash were two different things.

A million in fortune qi gathered in one place—wherever it was placed, it carried an incomparable visual impact.

Especially since this was no ordinary fortune qi, but ancestral fortune qi of far higher purity!

Wei Zhao's eyes were well and truly opened this time.

Glancing at Wei Zhao's astonished expression, the corners of Mr. Gu's mouth curled into a self-satisfied arc. "Do you know what it feels like to have a million in fortune qi smashed onto your body?"

Wei Zhao thought about it. "So blissful you pass out?"

"Idiot."

Mr. Gu gave a contemptuous snort. "Since you want to pass out, I'll indulge you right now."

With that, his right palm—holding a full million in fortune qi—struck straight through the air at Wei Zhao.

The palm strike was utterly unremarkable; at first glance it was an ordinary fist form, so common it could get no more common—not even worth comparing to an old man doing his morning exercises in the park.

This could actually hurt someone?

Yet strong intuition told Wei Zhao that this palm strike could not only hurt someone—it could kill the vast majority of the Inner Royal Court, including the top-tier royal powerhouses whom the world held so high above them all.

A million in fortune qi in a single palm. As the target locked squarely in its path, what Wei Zhao felt in that moment was not fortune qi, but the very real oppression of heaven and earth!

When the time comes, heaven and earth both lend their strength.

For the first time, Wei Zhao discovered that heaven and earth, too, could be bought off.

With that million in fortune qi smashed out, even though Wei Zhao himself stood beneath equally abundant fortune qi, he still distinctly felt rejection and hostility pressing in from every direction.

From here on, no matter what he did, he would meet with frustration at every turn, with everything going against him.

Dogged by misfortune, he was treated almost the same as one whose fortune had gone bankrupt.

Seeing Wei Zhao thrust out a sword to meet him head-on, trying to cleave through the assault he had smashed together with a million worth of fortune, Mr. Gu sneered in contempt.

"If I were you, I wouldn't harbor such childish notions. Aren't you afraid your sword will break?"

At this moment Wei Zhao's luck was at rock bottom, and even if the Demon-Devouring Sword snapped midway, it would hardly be anything incomprehensible.

Sure enough, though there was no substantive contact at all, a hairline crack abruptly appeared on the surface of the Demon-Devouring Sword.

Wei Zhao nodded. "So money really can do whatever it wants. I've learned something."

Then, in the same instant, the surface of the Demon-Devouring Sword was wrapped in a vast mass of fortune.

It was not as exaggerated as a million, but at the very least three hundred thousand.

With Wei Zhao's present wealth, producing that much fortune was naturally no difficult matter.

Wrapped in three hundred thousand worth of fortune, the crack that had just appeared on the Demon-Devouring Sword was instantly repaired, and the incoming palm carrying a million in fortune was split cleanly apart by that one sword stroke.

Mr. Gu's eyelids twitched wildly. "You can throw money around too?"

Wei Zhao nodded earnestly. "Just learned it."

"..."

Not a single punctuation mark of such nonsense would Mr. Gu believe.

Throwing money around looked simple at first glance—just smashing fortune at the opponent—as if anyone with deep pockets could master it with ease. In truth, it was nothing of the sort.

To truly unleash the might of fortune and achieve the effect of the whole world lending its strength was in no way less difficult than any rule-essence.

Even with Mr. Gu's talent, he had shut himself away in seclusion to study it for a full hundred years before attaining its present power.

If Wei Zhao had never made a dedicated study of it before, that meant he had taken a single glance from beginning to end and then mastered it.

Was that possible?

If such madness truly existed in this world, Mr. Gu would have long since found a block of tofu and dashed his brains out against it—living on would be too shameful.

Little did he know, Wei Zhao really had not been lying.

With a cheat like the World Will running, any technique or essence held no secret at all in his eyes.

Especially after ten thousand years of tempering in the Nation of Sin, Wei Zhao's understanding of the essence of power had risen by an entire level compared to before.

The principles of the throw-money-around technique looked exceedingly complex in the eyes of ordinary cultivators.

But in his eyes, they were practically handed to him for free—he barely even needed to think, could see through them at a single glance.

Compared with the explosive growth of his overall strength, this formidable insight into the power of techniques was, without exception, the most terrifying thing about Wei Zhao today.

Replicating A Thousand Gold in One Throw to his face, or casually walking out of the ancestral sacrificial formation—these were merely the tip of the iceberg of that ability.

Wei Zhao reminded him mildly, "You can go all out now."

Mr. Gu's heart lurched at once.

Up to this moment he had indeed been holding back, but how had this fellow seen through it?

A guess. It had to be a guess.

Mr. Gu consoled himself thus, yet his hands had already come to a complete stop, and at last he fixed his full attention on Wei Zhao.

"Three breaths. If I can destroy you within three breaths, I won't have to suffer any backlash."

Mr. Gu declared openly.

The implication being that he was utterly confident of taking Wei Zhao down within three breaths.

Wei Zhao, however, shook his head. "It won't take that long."

"At least you know yourself."

Mr. Gu suspected nothing, and vast quantities of fortune began at once to gather upon his person.

One million. Two million. Three million...

Ten million!

A full ten million in fortune!

Wrapped in ten million in fortune, Mr. Gu's entire figure had blurred into indistinctness, growing ever more unfathomable.

Wei Zhao clicked his tongue in secret dismay.

He had indeed already seen through the other's true depths, but now, beholding a solid ten million in fortune, the impact of the sight was akin to a mortal of the secular world seeing an entire truckload of cash in the middle of the street—no normal person could remain wholly unmoved.

And this was only the beginning.

The intensity of Mr. Gu's aura began at once to surge madly.

In the blink of an eye, it had risen by a full order of magnitude.

Just moments ago he had been an early-stage Heaven-Rank Venerable; now he was directly elevated to the pinnacle of the early Heaven-Rank Venerable!