Chapter 4885 — Better Safe Than Sorry
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The lightning-summoning banner could not fully command the thunder, still less conjure it from nothing—but it could guide it along the current. To delay, just slightly, the tribulation Wei Zhao had worked so hard to call forth was plainly a small matter indeed.
"That was close."
"A hair's breadth—we nearly let that fellow surnamed Lin slip through!" Bao Zuoliang and Su Kesheng exchanged a look of lingering dread. Had the tribulation truly fallen just now, they would have had no time to play their trick—and a mere ordinary tribulation would clearly do Wei Zhao no harm at all; a single thunder mystery elixir would settle it.
A close call indeed.
Fortunately Su Kesheng had called out in time, and Bao Zuoliang had managed at the last instant to drag it to a halt—otherwise all would have been lost.
The moment passed.
"There! Over there!" Su Kesheng suddenly pointed. On the other side, someone had at last drawn down tribulation—a disciple of the Morning Star Academy, no less, whose lightning could be diverted without the slightest scruple.
Perfect.
"Haha, good!" Bao Zuoliang grinned and hastily waved the lightning-summoning banner to marshal the tribulation. These past months he had made a particular study of the banner's use; though his handling was still clumsy, he could just manage to redirect the lightning without fumbling into some panicked blunder.
One sought out targets, the other marshaled the thunder.
Swiftly and without a sound, the two gathered the tribulations of four people—every one of them a disciple of the Morning Star Academy or the Soaring Cloud Academy.
Four in all.
Whether Wei Zhao lived or died aside, those four had certainly swallowed a bitter loss. The tribulation they had worked so hard to summon was suddenly cut off at the root. If they could draw it down again soon, well and good; if not, their trial ended here—no thought of the Xuan Sheng stage, none at all. They would have to come again next time.
A fine harvest.
"Tsk, tsk—four men's tribulation here, plus the fellow's own, that makes five men's worth of lightning. Blast the bastard to death!" Bao Zuoliang could scarcely wait to set to work. By his earlier reckoning, two extra men's tribulation would have been enough to kill Wei Zhao; this time he had been patient indeed.
Yet patience had its limits.
"I say we gather a bit more, just in case—what if it doesn't kill him?" Su Kesheng still thought it unsafe.
"How could it possibly not kill him? One thunder mystery elixir at most offsets a single man's tribulation—four more crashing down on his head and he lives? You think tribulation is his family's livestock?" Bao Zuoliang snorted, then added, "And even if it somehow doesn't kill him, we're both early Xuan Sheng cultivators now—two against one, and we can't finish him?"
He was sure of it.
"Absolutely not! Young Master Bao, you saw it yourself just now—that fellow surnamed Lin is no ordinary foe. At the great circle of the Nascent Soul he already matched a mid-stage Xuan Sheng. If we wait for him to emerge as an early Xuan Sheng cultivator, how are the two of us to handle him?" Su Kesheng shook his head again and again.
The objection stood.
"Er…" Cold sweat broke out on Bao Zuoliang at once. It was because he had just broken through that he had been so elated and carried away—but Su Kesheng's reminder brought him sharply back to reality.
Reality, indeed.
True enough—by their present strength they likely could not even handle Wei Zhao at the great circle of the Nascent Soul, let alone after he charged the Xuan Sheng stage!
That settled it.
"So it's safer to gather a few more tribulations after all. We lose nothing by it—just a bit more time," Su Kesheng urged.
"So better to gather a few more lightning tribulations, just to be safe. We lose nothing by it—only a bit of time," Su Kesheng pressed. (To be continued.)