Chapter 1115: Sophistry
Though the Capital Immortal Dao had retreated, they could march southward at any time, and Li Ximing could not afford to ignore it.
Fortunately, only direct descendants like Guan Gongxiao and Guan Lingdie were still in decent condition after the battle on the river, though Gongsun Baifan and the others had sustained serious injuries. The Capital Immortal Dao was not a lineage known for healing, and while Bright Yang could at least stimulate regeneration, Ye Hui was likely even worse in that regard. His only real strength lay in his abundant blood qi.
At the very least, there won't be any major movements in the short term. As long as Shanji Prefecture is dealt with... the Wilderness will become a prolonged tug-of-war. As for whatever else Ye Hui is planning, that remains to be seen. Then there's Wenhu's Dao lineage...
Now that he knew Mifan Temple had a spirit storage hidden within Mount Xiaoshi, Li Ximing did not mind claiming a share of it. He immediately commanded, "Bring Wenhu up!"
Li Chenghuai soon flew up the mountain, dragging along a disheveled man bound in iron chains that clinked with every step, leaving a faint trail of blood behind him.
Wenhu had not been subjected to much torture in the dungeon, but his cultivation had been sealed, and the wounds he had suffered over a year ago had yet to fully heal. Although the Li Family had treated him fairly, blood still oozed occasionally from his injuries.
This man was calculating and shrewd. Years ago, he had deliberately allowed Hongfu Mountain to fall into the Li Family’s hands, enabling them to hold the Floating South territory with minimal casualties. As a result, he had earned no hatred from the Li Family, kept his presence to a minimum, and had lived comfortably up to this day. If not for the Mifan three sects' inheritance being in his possession, Li Ximing would not even have remembered him, much less allowed him to linger in the dungeon.
Looking at him now, Li Ximing had little to say beyond 'lacking in fortune'. A thought even surfaced in his mind, Once I've taken the Dao lineage from him, perhaps I could exchange him for An Siwei with Ye Hui... Since this involves Mount Xiaoshi, Ye Hui just might agree to the trade. Hm...
But as he examined Wenhu, whose cultivation had been sealed and whose lips were bound to prevent spellcasting, a faint heavenly light flickered between his brows, and he silently rejected the idea, This man is no ordinary figure, and with Mount Xiaoshi and Mifan involved, handing him over to the Baiye Capital Immortal Dao might pose too great a threat... It's better to kill him.
Li Ximing casually removed the seal on Wenhu's mouth. Seated at the head of the hall, he watched as the man writhed on the ground, struggling to rise, and rasped out, "Criminal Wenhu pays respects to the Daoist Master!"