Chapter 100
As Wang Yu’s only strategic partner, he was perfectly clear in his heart about Situ Hong’s demands.
It was still far too early to repay the debt of gratitude.
Therefore, he did not care about owing more and more. His connections with the sect were limited, so he could only entrust Situ Hong to help him pay attention.
He did not tell the detailed reasons, only asked him to watch whether anything major happened at Cold Blood Peak.
As a “staunch loyalist” under True Disciple Su, it was natural for him to pay attention to news about the True Disciple.
Now that Situ Hong had rushed over in such haste, Wang Yu felt uneasy in his heart and quickly asked.
“What happened, why are you so excited?”
“A great event!”
Situ Hong charged into Wang Yu’s stone house, poured himself a cup of tea familiarly, wet his throat, and then slowly began to tell.
“Since the year before last, when the third True Disciple of Cold Blood Peak, Wei Zhong, broke through to Core Formation and came out of seclusion, he became a Nascent Soul seedling, left the ranks of True Disciples, and was granted audience with a True Lord. “But the scheme of the Waterfall Wei Clan, who attempted to assassinate a Core Formation elder of the sect, further erupted. Even the investigators dispatched by the Law Enforcement Hall were completely wiped out.
“The Wei Clan had truly caused a great calamity. The Zhuo Clan of the Ghostfang line, who oversees the sect’s laws, flew into a thunderous rage and dispatched the three Core Formation prodigies of the previous generation, who were known as the ‘Three Earth Talisman Devils,’ to suppress Weird Clan.
“Wei Zhong, upon learning of this, fought against the Three Earth Talisman Devils outside the Blood Abyss. The battle lasted three full days, and in the end he was heavily injured and defeated. The entire Waterfall Wei Clan was exterminated.
“The souls of the clan’s blood relatives fell into the hands of the Three Earth Talisman Devils. After soul-searching and seizing their memories, it was discovered that there was another twist to the matter, but the deed had already been done and could not be undone.
“The Zhuo Clan of Ghostfang strongly opposed Wei Zhong inheriting the legacy of Cold Blood Peak’s True Lord.”
Hearing this, Wang Yu was already a little dazed.
Did True Disciple Su really manage to calculate things this way? This matter was likely to trigger a backlash too great to bear, equivalent to both sides perishing together.
Sigh...
He could not help but sigh deeply in his heart.
Since the Wei Clan had already been annihilated, based on Wei Zhong’s attitude, he would certainly not let things go. Yet although the Zhuo Clan of Ghostfang had done wrong, they would never allow a young genius who bore enmity against them to continue to grow, let alone inherit a Nascent Soul legacy.
Similarly, one must not underestimate the power of the sect and the strength of Nascent Soul True Lords. As for True Disciple Su, the Su Clan that backed him was merely a Core Formation family.
Even his maternal clan, the Duàn Clan, was the same. Only because his second aunt was one of Nine Evil True Lord’s most favored concubines did he hold some position, but that was still far from enough to let him remain unharmed under the wrath of the Zhuo Clan.
The Zhuo Clan, the Yu Clan, and the Zuoqiu Clan, as three Nascent Soul families of the Blood Reversal Sect, held absolute ruling power. Together, the three clans were closely allied and possessed eight Nascent Soul True Lords.
Out of the Nine Peaks Dao Field, fully six peaks were under their control.
Only Evil God Peak, which ranked at the bottom and had no Nascent Soul, and Cold Blood Peak together with Evil Sword Peak were occupied by other families. The Blood Demon Hall, ruled by the Sect Master’s lineage, was not included in this count.
In summary.
Both Wei Zhong and True Disciple Su were going to suffer misfortune. Death was unlikely, but they absolutely had no chance of obtaining a Nascent Soul inheritance.
Especially Wei Zhong, who, due to the need to maintain the sect’s positive image, would not face open attacks but would certainly suffer from countless secret arrows, and would definitely be suppressed.
As expected.
As Situ Hong continued speaking, Wang Yu, who was half a participant in the situation, finally saw the changes in the overall picture.
“In short, both Wei Zhong and Su Yulong have been stripped of their True Disciple status. Wei Zhong has been sentenced to a hundred years of confinement, while Su Yulong has been sent back to the Su Clan of Azure River, forbidden to appear in the sect for fifty years.”
Su Yulong? So that was the true name of True Disciple Su. It was the first time Wang Yu had heard it.
After pausing for a moment, he then asked.
“Regarding this matter, has the sect issued an announcement?”
“Uh... no.”
As he said this, Situ Hong also felt it strange, muttering to himself.
“How could there be none? Could there be some hidden inside story? The Wei Clan openly assassinated a sect elder of Core Formation, and even killed members of the Law Enforcement Hall.
“This was already a clan-destroying crime deserving of death. For Wei Zhong to merely be stripped of his status and given a hundred years of confinement is already quite lenient, even merciful.”
Wang Yu: “...”
He really wanted to say that all of this was done by Su Yulong, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. The fewer people who knew about this matter, the better, and besides, he had no evidence that it was indeed Su Yulong’s doing.
It was merely logical reasoning and speculation.
After all, the plan he had proposed was to maintain stability and wait for changes. Since Su Yulong had refused, judging by his personality, taking risks to seek greater benefits was exactly his style.
As the saying goes: if you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet.
This time he had fallen.
The rivalry between these two had already evolved from a struggle for inheritance into a life-and-death enmity. As for him, just a small fry, it was best not to get involved. Better to think of a way to withdraw.
No… he did not even need to put effort into that.
Without his True Disciple status, Su Yulong’s Ice and Snow Pavilion was nothing more than a wild chicken’s nest. Without the backing of a sect, all of the large-scale activities and business operations it conducted were considered violations.
He… Wang Yu.
Had naturally become a free cultivator of Cold Blood Peak’s outer sect.
Good news, tremendously good news.
“Ha… hahaha… hahahahaha!”
Realizing this, Wang Yu could not help but clap for his own fortune. To be fair, since stepping onto the path of cultivation, this was the first time he had ever felt so lucky.
Seeing his strange reaction, Situ Hong did not think too much of it. He only assumed that Wang Yu was happy to be free from the exploitation of a True Disciple.
After all, on Five Yin Peak, he too had to hand over offerings to the True Disciple Pavilion. If he learned that the skinner above his head had disappeared, his laughter would certainly be even more unrestrained.
Having come to Spider Mountain to avoid disaster for just two years, the huge mountain pressing upon his heart was finally lifted. Wang Yu could even breathe much easier. It was worth a celebration.
Thus, after sending Situ Hong off,
he searched through all his storage bags, drank all his wine to the last drop, and slept in a grand drunken dream for three days. After such a good drunken spell, he felt completely refreshed and clear-headed.
In the days that followed, Wang Yu’s usually stiff face carried a smile, and his entire aura appeared much softer.
He lightly hummed a small tune while tending to the spiritual fields.
Turning the soil, spreading fertilizer, planting, removing insects, harvesting.
Batch after batch of Spiderheart Grass was planted. With the abundant supply of Ghost-Eyed Spider blood, the growth rate was extremely fast. Occasionally, some defective products were taken into his bag.
At the very least, they were still a kind of spiritual herb, and he would certainly need them in pill refining in the future.
What surprised him was this.
The Cold Blood Peak leader this time, the mysterious female cultivator who always wore a thin veil, seemed to be in a good mood these days. Her graceful figure was often seen drifting through the fields.
Usually indifferent and silent, she had recently become much livelier. She would even take the initiative to instruct disciples in cultivation, something truly rare and strange.
This situation continued for nearly half a month before gradually returning to normal.
Wang Yu’s focus also shifted back to cultivation.
The Invisibility Technique and Mysterious Yin Hand, these two second-rank spells, required enormous mental effort and energy to practice. The spiritual power in his body, when used for training, was simply not enough.
In this situation, Wang Yu inevitably grew anxious.
In the end, he was still not strong enough, and the Idle Slots were also insufficient.
The path is long and difficult. He still needed to work harder.