Chapter 5022 — The Haunted House
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But if they weren't native to the secular world, then where had they come from? Surely they hadn't come down from Cloud Terrace Island? Wei Zhao would never have entertained such a thought before — but now that the Central Merchants' Guild existed, it wasn't out of the question.
"Let's hope the fighting hasn't started yet." Wei Zhao sighed with some worry. He had no intention of contacting Qiu Lingshan and the others right away, though. The pressing business was to recover his strength — even if he couldn't reach the formidable level of his true body, he must at least not be weaker than those two Foundation Establishment experts he'd encountered.
As for why he wouldn't contact Qiu Lingshan yet, the reason was simple: Wei Zhao knew that the moment they learned of his whereabouts, they would stop at nothing to come find him. Until he was sure enough of himself to deal with those two Foundation Establishment experts, he had no wish to drag them into danger.
After all, the enemy weren't early-stage Foundation Establishment, but one late-stage and one mid-stage. No number of Heaven-rank Great Perfection cultivators would help! The gap in strength was so vast that sheer numbers were useless. Only when he possessed absolute strength of a comparable tier would he have any grounds to fight them.
Of course, Wei Zhao had considered another possibility: now that Heaven-rank experts had appeared in the secular world, might Qiu Lingshan and the others, long since at Heaven-rank Great Perfection, have broken through and advanced as well?
But no sooner had the thought surfaced than he dismissed it. The Heaven-rank Great Perfection strength of Qiu Lingshan and the rest hadn't come from their own cultivation — Wei Zhao had raised them to it himself. In the secular world, at least, it was impossible for them to break through.
Turning it over and over, Wei Zhao finally cast these tangled thoughts from his mind. There was no point in dwelling on them. Now that he was back, there was nothing to be anxious about — so long as he could quickly recover his strength, everything else could be discussed.
Sitting cross-legged in stillness, Wei Zhao cultivated in the room for a full day. By the time darkness fell outside, he felt his strength had risen considerably — from Heaven-rank late stage at the start, he should now be roughly at the peak of Heaven-rank late stage. Trivial though that was compared to his true body, it had only been one day of recovery; the results were already quite good.
"Tch. Ghosts, my foot." Wei Zhao stretched and muttered to himself. Truth be told, after hearing the agent's tale, he'd rather been looking forward to it. To an existence of his caliber, ghosts and monsters held no terror whatsoever — they merely piqued his curiosity.
Unfortunately, judging by the day's events, the haunting was probably just another rumor passed along and embellished. He'd had a laugh over it and let it go; there was really nothing credible to it.
It was about seven o'clock now, the sky outside fully dark. Wei Zhao rose, ready to go out and gather some information.
Big city or small, come nightfall there was always a spread of street stalls, and those were where the men of the world gathered. Such people might have no other use, but they were certainly well informed. Sounding them out for a tip or two was as good a way as any.