Chapter 3000 — The Ninth Form of the Mad Fire Eight-Trigram Palm!
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After rapidly recovering his stamina and true qi, Wei Zhao began attempting to unleash the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth forms of the Mad Fire Fist. However, these three forms came to him as if he had long known them by heart—flowing smoothly and effortlessly, without a trace of obstruction—until the thirteenth form, where it came to an abrupt halt.
And even after unleashing the twelfth form, Wei Zhao did not feel the same true qi exhaustion as after unleashing the ninth form of the Mad Fire Eight-Trigram Palm.
Afterward, Wei Zhao tried again and found that he could now unleash the eighth form of the Mad Fire Eight-Trigram Palm at most twice in succession. In other words, he could now kill two mid Heaven-rank experts in a row with a single strike each.
Compared to before, this was clear progress, yet it still fell short of Wei Zhao's expectations. One could say that the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art had held a very obvious advantage before the Mystic rank, and the Universal Martial Technique had likewise held a very obvious advantage before the Earth rank.
But now, having stepped into the Heaven rank, Wei Zhao had yet to find an advantage of his own. He therefore pinned his hopes on the third stone gate that was about to open.
The news of Wei Zhao's recovery spread through the entire Ancient Layer as if on wings.
And the Night Palace, naturally, had received the news early on as well. Zhao Qibing had already returned and was now sitting upright and proper in the meeting room.
"That lone cultivator Wei Zhao actually recovered his strength and even advanced to the early Heaven rank? How is that possible? Wasn't he poisoned? Zhao Qibing, tell me, what exactly happened? Wasn't it Kang Jingming who administered the poison?" The Grand Elder was beside herself with fury. She had thought she could strut about and collect the two third-grade Great Return Pills in Wei Zhao's possession, but now not only had she failed to collect them, Wei Zhao had actually grown even stronger!
"The poison was indeed fine, but this Wei Zhao cannot be measured by common sense! It has been like this several times before. Wei Zhao would seem finished, done for, and only after his enemies went to check would they discover that Wei Zhao had been faking, deliberately playing tricks on people!" Zhao Qibing said with a bitter expression. "Once, Kang Jingming and I personally witnessed Wei Zhao, who by all rights should have been unconscious from qi deviation, suddenly stand up and unleash a major move that reduced several of our experts to ashes."
"You boost others' morale and diminish our own prestige. Your strength is too low. I will go in person, and that Wei Zhao will kneel and beg for mercy!" The Grand Elder gave a cold laugh. "Never mind, let's not talk about that. How did your trip to the Mystic Pill Sect go this time? Has the grudge with the Mystic Pill Sect been resolved?"
"Reporting to the Grand Elder, Elder Kang said they will refine the Qi-Gathering Pills for our Night Palace as a priority, and it will be completed very soon. He is very pleased about this matter!" Zhao Qibing said hastily.
"Good, then." The Grand Elder nodded. Last time, the black-robed elder and the Heavenly Silkworm Transformation had clashed, and the Grand Elder had feared it would affect relations between the two sects, so the Mystic Pill Sect had deliberately made things difficult and refused to refine Qi-Gathering Pills for the Night Palace. It just so happened that Zhao Qibing had such a plan, so she had sent him on the trip, and now it seemed the desired effect had been achieved. "You did well on this matter!"
"Thank you for your praise, Grand Elder!" Though Zhao Qibing said this, inwardly he was somewhat dismissive of the Grand Elder. This was a classic case of bullying the weak and fearing the strong—a groveling grandson before the Mystic Pill Sect, and a lordly master before Wei Zhao!