Chapter 4511 — The Ace Puppet
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So this was a mountain-opening heretic titan! Wei Zhao's face turned ugly, sweat pouring down like rain. He had handled things carefully enough, yet only now did it suddenly strike him that he had never truly grasped the meaning of that title.
For a Golden Core expert to dream of escaping such a being's clutches—and to think of walking away unscathed, at that—from the very moment the notion first entered his head, it had already shown that Wei Zhao was overconfident, or one might even say overconfident past all reason.
"Killing two of my disciples in a row—just finishing you off like this seems too cheap. Even hacking you to ten thousand pieces would scarce ease the hate in this seat's heart. So then, why not just make you into a puppet?" The Old Sect of the Western Mountains was in no hurry to strike the killing blow; instead he stroked his chin and smirked. "Your strength may be nothing to speak of, but your aptitude looks decent enough—you should suit being a puppet right well. Who knows, you might even become an ace puppet with room to grow. Heh heh heh heh!"
Heretic cultivators were ever famed for their coldness of heart. The loss of two disciples struck him no blow as great as ordinary folk might imagine—Cheng Haonan, in particular, was merely a bargain disciple who had never even formally entered the sect, and whether he lived or died hardly mattered. It was this sudden notion that had just occurred to him, rather, that filled the Old Sect of the Western Mountains with uncommon delight.
With Wei Zhao's paltry Golden Core cultivation, he would normally never have entered the notice of a figure so grand; even made into a puppet, he would be only a Golden Core puppet, of use solely against those below the Golden Core level—and what the devil use was that to a mountain-opening heretic titan like himself?
Yet the terrifying power Wei Zhao had unleashed in that instant had been enough to make even the Old Sect of the Western Mountains feel a stir of dread: with nothing but the strength of a Golden Core expert, he had risen above every Nascent Soul expert in the world. A heaven-defying prodigy like that, made into a puppet, would be the finest of the finest—there was every chance he could become an ace puppet!
An ace puppet with room to grow—even if its starting point was only the Golden Core stage, so long as it was tempered and refined without cease, advancing further to Nascent Soul, to Mystic Ascension, even to mountain-opening was no impossible thing. That would be a true heaven-defying weapon of slaughter.
The Old Sect of the Western Mountains suddenly felt this trip had been well worth it. Had Wei Zhao not given him such a shock with that top-tier bomb, he would never have hit upon so exquisite a scheme.
After all, the aptitude demanded of the material for an ace puppet was simply too high—it had to be one in a billion, a prodigy among prodigies. Even the likes of Cheng Haonan and Wu Baoliang fell far short of qualifying; but plainly this Ling Yi who had sprung up from nowhere still had a glimmer of hope. Killing him out of hand would be a waste anyway—no harm in giving it a try.
"Ace puppet? In your dreams!" Wei Zhao was certainly not about to surrender with his hands tied. To actually become this Old Sect of the Western Mountains' ace puppet would be worse than death. He at once worked the Super Butterfly Microstep and turned to flee.
Since he was now already very close to the southern shore, luring the Old Sect of the Western Mountains west by turning the trouble eastward was no longer realistic—he would surely be caught before he managed it. And even if Wei Zhao truly tried, it would be useless, for the whole pack of experts from the Central Chamber of Commerce had long since withdrawn. R1152