Chapter 4815 — I Just Want to Say a Few Words
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"Oh? Then tell me quickly, and in detail!" Ren Zhongyuan's interest was roused at once; at the mere mention of such a thing his spirits revived, and he looked nothing like the sickly invalid he had been a moment before.
"Have you forgotten, Brother Ren? Here in the Yellow-Tier Seas, apart from all those Yellow-Tier academies, there is also a Yellow-Tier branch of the Western Hills Evil Sect hidden away!" Yi Xiaotian reminded him.
"You mean..." Ren Zhongyuan's eyes lit up. The Western Hills Evil Sect was an evil-cultivator power that everyone cried out to strike down, and few people knew that the Yellow-Tier Seas on the Eastern Continent side actually harbored a Yellow-Tier branch of it. He and Yi Xiaotian had not known either, but during one trial they had by chance encountered several skilled evil cultivators; the two sides had not fought, but instead cooperated on the spot, each taking what they needed—which was how they came to know of this secret.
"Heh heh, all we need to do is pay a certain price, and finding a skilled evil cultivator to finish off Wei Zhao is simplicity itself. And I guarantee it will be done without a whisper, without a trace—no one will be able to suspect us!" Yi Xiaotian said, lowering his voice.
"Right, now that you mention it, I remember! I heard that Wei Zhao happens to have a grudge against their Western Hills Evil Sect's Western Hills Old Sect. A feud of their own making—so it's entirely reasonable for a skilled evil cultivator to come seeking vengeance on Wei Zhao. It's a ready-made blade delivered right to our door, haha!" Ren Zhongyuan's spirits soared; he actually sat up in bed in one motion. A man is doubly glad when good fortune comes his way—his illness was instantly more than half cured.
The two of them talked back and forth, hashing out the details, and then Ren Zhongyuan quietly took two seventh-grade pills from his father as bargaining chips, while Yi Xiaotian set out in person to negotiate cooperation with those skilled evil cultivators.
Because pill refiners were exceedingly rare among evil cultivators, skilled evil cultivators had always been desperately short of high-grade pills; add to that the existing grudge between Wei Zhao and the Western Hills Old Sect, and the two sides struck a deal on the spot. After only a single day, Yi Xiaotian hurried back to Xiangyun Academy.
"How did it go? Did they agree?" Ren Zhongyuan asked impatiently.
"It's settled. A skilled cultivator at the late Mystic Ascension Stage by the name of Western Hills Great Ability will go deal with Wei Zhao personally. As soon as the boy leaves our academy, he'll make his move!" Yi Xiaotian said with a chuckle.
"A late Mystic Ascension Stage cultivator?" Ren Zhongyuan was delighted. He had assumed the other side would at most send an ordinary Mystic Ascension Stage cultivator; he never imagined it would be a late-stage one. To be able to summon a cultivator of that caliber for just two seventh-grade pills—what a bargain!
"Truth be told, it was luck. This Western Hills Great Ability was just then looking for a way to ingratiate himself with the Western Hills Old Sect, so the moment he heard about Wei Zhao he perked up. Otherwise, we really couldn't have moved him," Yi Xiaotian said, counting his blessings.
"Good, good, good! With this Western Hills Great Ability going in person, Wei Zhao is already a dead man!" Ren Zhongyuan laughed heartily, and immediately climbed out of bed. Paying no heed even to his own father's order confining him to his room, he grabbed Yi Xiaotian and said, "Come on, come on, let's go drink. This calls for a proper celebration!"
While Ren Zhongyuan was busy scheming on his side, Wei Zhao remained completely unaware. With Leng Rufeng and Yang Qianshuang standing guard, along with the care of Chen Xinglan and Liu Ziqi and the others, Ning Xuefei's safety was no longer a concern. At last he could go do a few things he wanted to do.