Chapter 3176 — Zhang Naipao Comes to His Senses
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"I see… If it goes badly, the worst is that things grow even worse. But our present situation is not much better than 'even worse,' so there is no harm in trying!" Zhong Yongliang pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"Very well, then let us go over and try it now! We need only exaggerate Wei Zhao's prowess and tell Naipao of Pure Yin's death—that should be about enough." Seeing that Zhong Yongliang had agreed, Ancestor Pure Yang hurried to say. In truth, he too wished to try; success or death—he only feared that Zhong Yongliang would not consent. Now that Zhong Yongliang had agreed, there was no problem.
As they spoke, the two made their way together to where Zhang Naipao was resting. They pushed open the door, and what met their eyes was still the same Zhang Naipao—somewhat vacant of gaze, sitting quietly upon the bed. It seemed Zhang Naipao was still trapped within his own inner demon and had not emerged.
"Paozi, I have come to see you!" Zhong Yongliang sighed and said, "I wished to kill Wei Zhao, to avenge you and bring you out of your inner demon. But never did I expect that Wei Zhao is simply too powerful—even Ancestor Pure Yin has fallen at his hands. Wei Zhao can now cut down two experts at the peak of the late Heaven Rank in a single breath, and I truly have no way to deal with him now!"
"Indeed, Naipao, this Wei Zhao is a man of extraordinary talent, and the mental cultivation formulae he practices are utterly marvelous—he can fight above his own rank. At every level, he is the foremost man of that level: so it was at the Mystic Rank, so it was at the Earth Rank, and now at the Heaven Rank it is all the more so! We ordinary cultivators are none of us the foremost of any level. Our only hope is you—the foremost of a level, you too can be called that. All our hopes rest upon you. Only when you have grown strong can Wei Zhao be killed. Otherwise, none of us are his match!" Ancestor Pure Yang said, somewhat helplessly.
"Ah… no…" Zhang Naipao suddenly let out a great roar, sprang to his feet, clutched his head, and cried out, "I will not accept this! I will kill Wei Zhao! I will strive for Brother Liang's sake!"
With that, Zhang Naipao seemed in great agony, turning in circles upon the ground and crying out without cease.
Zhong Yongliang and Ancestor Pure Yang exchanged a glance, and each saw a trace of relief in the other's eyes. Zhang Naipao had come out of it—so long as he regained his confidence, his thirst for cultivation, and his hatred for Wei Zhao, then all would be well!
And indeed, after a while, Zhang Naipao's gaze cleared. It was no longer the murky dimness of before, but had become firm and resolute!
"Brother Liang, Master, I will most certainly strive! I will cultivate with all my might and kill Wei Zhao! To avenge Uncle Pure Yin, and for Brother Liang's sake, I will kill Wei Zhao!" Zhang Naipao said with determination.
"Good, excellent—Paozi, you have finally recovered, and I can breathe easy!" Zhong Yongliang said with delight. "Now, none of us are Wei Zhao's match, and all our hopes rest upon you. Only you can kill Wei Zhao!"