Chapter 2679 — Wei Zhao Rushes Over
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The Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast was far faster than any car—faster, even, than most cultivators. Especially now that Wei Zhao had raised its strength to the peak of the late Mystic rank, its speed and stamina were greater still; it could run from East Sea City to Diyu City in one breath without the slightest effort.
Wei Zhao did not normally use it because the creature looked far too bizarre—riding it down the street would be asking for a crowd to gather and gawk. But today he could not afford to care, especially since it was already evening and there was nothing much to be discreet about.
"Rrragh, rrragh..." The Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast answered and immediately bounded out to Wei Zhao's side. Wei Zhao swung himself onto its back and sent it racing off toward Diyu City...
Wei Zhao did not know the exact location, but he knew the general direction. Astride the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast, he called up the navigation map on his phone and used the indicated direction to make fine adjustments to the beast's route.
The Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast's speed could truly be described as flying like the wind and flashing like lightning—faster even than Wei Zhao's Butterfly Subtle Steps qinggong at full stretch. Wei Zhao's lightness skill was not slow, but it lacked endurance and flagged after a while; he could never have maintained that pace all the way to Dishui City without pause. And even if he could restore his strength along the way with the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, he would still be far slower than the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast.
On his side, Zhao Qibing was taking his time in the shower. Anxious as he was, he was not one of those fools whose brains had been scrambled by lust. He had already started the recording, and it would only be meaningful if Yuning came on to him of her own accord—if he made the advances, the recording would be worthless. So he had to wait until the drug Yuning had taken took full and irreversible effect.
Thus Zhao Qibing did not mind washing a while longer. He looked at his two increasingly sturdy legs with great satisfaction. Though they had been broken many times, ever since he began practicing the Thousand Legs, they had become as hard as legs of iron. Two more sessions and the first form would be mastered—Zhao Qibing could hardly wait for that moment!
One had to admit that the Thousand Legs martial art was a strange and uncanny thing. Though it was an internal-school technique, once unleashed it achieved the effect of cultivating both inner and outer at once: on one hand, it could manifest several legs at once; on the other, each leg was as hard as one trained in the external-school Iron Legs skill. In other words, though this martial art was hard to master, the advantages it brought once mastered were many.
Uncle Zhu waited anxiously in the outer room, keeping constant watch on the sounds from within. Zhao Qibing was still in the shower, which rather set Uncle Zhu's mind at ease—the longer he washed, the better, saving Uncle Zhu the trouble of thinking up ways to stall for time.