Chapter 5060 — The Arrogant Primordial Spirit
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Bang! Sun Baimei toppled straight backward, his face scorched black, eyes wide open in death.
A strange silence fell over the room. Senior Brother Yin and Fei Yangnian stared woodenly at Sun Baimei's body on the floor, frozen for a long moment with no reaction at all.
At last the two of them lurched a step back, turning in perfect unison to face Wei Zhao as though confronting a mortal enemy, gasping in shock. Senior Brother Yin held up reasonably well, but Fei Yangnian was struck dumb with terror on the spot—when had this primordial spirit grown so formidable?
"Peak late Foundation Establishment! You dared to deceive me?" Senior Brother Yin fixed his eyes on Wei Zhao and ground out through clenched teeth. Sun Baimei had clearly said the fellow was only at the peak of early Foundation Establishment—how had the gap become so vast all at once? The two realms meant utterly different things. After all, he himself was only at the peak of late Foundation Establishment.
"N-no... that's not it, I didn't know either! He really was only at the peak of early Foundation Establishment before—otherwise Brother Sun and I could never have escaped with our lives last time..." Fei Yangnian stammered. Barely half a month had passed; he could not for the life of him fathom why this primordial spirit's strength had suddenly surged, vaulting straight to the peak of late Foundation Establishment.
In truth, they were not the only ones who could never have guessed—even Wei Zhao himself had never imagined such a thing. A single unremarkable lump of charred coal had not only let him re-condense his primordial spirit body, but restored his strength with such astonishing speed. Had he known earlier, he would never have let Leng Leng go.
Of course, Leng Leng could never have guessed the coal's immense value either. A treasure of the Star Ink Coal's caliber falling into the hands of a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator was a pearl cast before swine; for it to truly serve its purpose, she would have to reach the Mystic Ascension stage at the very least. Whether such a level even existed in a place like the Ancient Minor Jianghu was anyone's guess—let alone her advancing to Mystic Ascension through her own strength.
Then again, if the Ancient Minor Jianghu truly did harbor Mystic Ascension cultivators, a treasure like Star Ink Coal would not normally have ended up in her possession at all. Her sect might not even have understood what the thing was—hence their reckless bestowal of it upon a mere early Foundation Establishment disciple like Leng Leng. Otherwise, they would have been openly courting her ruin.
"And I have you two to thank for all of it." Wei Zhao smiled coldly at Sun Baimei, who lay on the floor with his eyes still open in death. One way or another, enemies like Sun Baimei—those who posed such a grave threat to him—had to be eliminated. Not just Sun Baimei, but this Senior Brother Yin as well. To the Wei Zhao of today, men like them were natural predators; there could be no coexistence between them.
"What an arrogant primordial spirit. You don't imagine that killing Junior Brother Sun settles everything, do you? Do you take me—a cultivator at the peak of late Foundation Establishment—for a dead weight?" Senior Brother Yin sneered.
Their lineage specialized in subduing spirit-beings like primordial spirits; ordinarily they could crush even opponents of the same level with ease. A materialized primordial spirit at the peak of late Foundation Establishment was certainly no trifling matter, but in his eyes it was nothing more than that.
He was even secretly rather pleased. With Sun Baimei dead, no one would compete with him. He could devour this powerful primordial spirit all by himself—a stroke of fortune he could not have wished for.