Chapter 4583 — Just His Bad Luck
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"To be honest with you, this place really does have a third entrance. Only, I've never been there myself. My master, the Five-Venom Flood Dragon, mentioned it once while he was alive, but I don't think he ever took it either, and there's no reliable information about it anywhere. So I've no idea what lies beyond it or how dangerous it might be—I can't even guess. Unless you're absolutely forced to, I wouldn't advise taking that risk," the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits said, shaking its head.
"I see... then it's a complete gamble, and far too risky..." Wei Zhao mused for a moment, then nodded.
After all, this place lay beneath South Island, so by any reasonable inference, this third entrance was most likely on South Island like the other two—perhaps even in another part of South Island's interior. If Wei Zhao went blundering out, he'd be walking straight into their net, and the danger involved was anything but small.
"That's why I never told you before—didn't want you going off to die. See? I've been looking out for you. Roar, roar!" the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits said with a laugh.
"You certainly have! Then I'll go take a look at that Five-Venom Swamp first. If someone's still guarding it, then I'll have no choice but to risk it and try." With that, Wei Zhao leaped onto the spiritual bird's back, and man and bird shot into the sky, arriving at the surface of the Five-Venom Swamp almost in the blink of an eye.
Sweeping the area with the ghost thing's spiritual sense, Wei Zhao's heart sank. Damn it—the old Western Mountain Sect still hadn't withdrawn its watchers. This went far beyond mere persistence; they were plainly out of their minds!
Wei Zhao was about to go crazy, his head full of curses. But in fact, this time he had wronged the old Western Mountain Sect. Just as he had guessed earlier, however cautious and suspicious the sect was, after so long they had long since concluded he was certainly dead. The reason they hadn't pulled the watchers was simple: he had been forgotten.
Ling Yi was dead. That was the old Western Mountain Sect's current belief. As a giant among demonic cultivators, it naturally wouldn't keep a dead man in its thoughts, so Wei Zhao had been cleanly dropped from its mind—and along with him, the watchers it had ordered Long Kuiba to plant in the Five-Venom Swamp had been forgotten just as thoroughly. For the lofty old Western Mountain Sect to keep such trifles—not even low-ranking lackeys—in mind, the sun would have to rise in the west.
Since the old Western Mountain Sect gave no orders, Long Kuiba naturally dared not withdraw the men on his own. To him it was no more than two fewer escorts—a matter of no consequence whatsoever. There was no chance he'd trouble the old Western Mountain Sect over something so trivial!
These days, as long as no one was pressing him to find some Nascent Soul stage female cultivator, Long Kuiba counted himself blessed. What did sending out a few escorts matter?
So it was these escorts under his command who wound up cursed with bad luck. Even knowing full well it was pointless, they had no choice but to show up on time and keep watch, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
These lackeys were merely unlucky—but Wei Zhao, the man at the center of it all, was by now so frustrated he was nearly spitting blood. From the complaints of the two men above, he had already pieced together the whole story, and he nearly coughed up a mouthful of old blood on the spot. The man had simply been careless, and through a bizarre chain of accidents, Wei Zhao was left unable to move. Where in the world was the justice in that?