Chapter 5095 — I've Conscripted Her
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"If you think someone can deal with me, by all means go and fetch him. I will wait right here," Wei Zhao said with an unhurried sneer. True, to this day he was still only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, but his true body was after all an existence comparable to a titan of the Mountain-Opening stage. He did not even fear the Snow Sword Sect on Cloud Terrace Island—how could he possibly fear this cut-rate imitation from the Primordial Alliance?
"You!" Xue Jianming was choked speechless. He would have liked nothing better than to summon his own father to vent his spleen, but the trouble was that without the Primordial Alliance's consent it was simply impossible. Apart from Xin Yi'an, the senior uncle leading the expedition, only Foundation Establishment disciples were permitted to take part in the secular world's trials. That was ironclad, carved in stone. No one could defy it.
"Can't fetch anyone, can you? Then let me offer you a bit of well-meant advice. I have always had a foul temper, so whatever you do, do not yammer at me—otherwise I might carelessly stomp your dantian to pieces again, or simply stomp you to death outright, and that would be a shame. Wouldn't you say that makes sense?" Wei Zhao said with a smile, as though open to negotiation.
"You dare threaten me?" Xue Jianming's mouth twisted with rage. He pointed at Xin Yi'an. "You are the senior uncle leading this expedition! This creature threatens me openly and brazenly before everyone, and you stand there unmoved?"
"Threat? What threat? My martial grand-uncle was plainly discussing the matter with you in the kindest of tones. How is that any sort of threat?" Xin Yi'an said with a contemptuous sniff.
"..." Xue Jianming had only just repaired his dantian and meridians these past two days thanks to the fifth-grade Great Return Pill; his body was far from back to normal. The surge of fury nearly made his vision go black and sent him collapsing unconscious. With great effort he forced himself to hold on and gasp out: "Fine. Then just wait and see. Men! Escort Leng Leng back to the Snow Sword Sect at once!"
"Sorry. Leng Leng has already been conscripted by me. She is not leaving," Wei Zhao said mildly.
"What did you say? This is an internal affair of my Snow Sword Sect. By the rules of the Primordial Little Jianghu, whoever interferes we may strike back on the spot. Xin Yi'an, even you cannot argue with that, surely?" Xue Jianming snorted.
Xin Yi'an frowned. In a case like this he truly could not well step forward and force the issue, so he could only look to Wei Zhao and leave the decision to him.
"Heh. You flatter yourself. This is not merely an internal affair of your Snow Sword Sect—it also concerns a matter of great importance to the entire secular world and the Primordial Alliance. Do you really think you can escort her back just because you say so?" Wei Zhao said with a disdainful curl of his lip.
"Rubbish! She is nothing but an ordinary disciple. How could she possibly concern the entire secular world and the Primordial Alliance?" Xue Jianming retorted.
"Have you been eating dung? How can your mouth stink so?" Wei Zhao tossed off the jab, twisting the other man's face with fury once more before saying mildly: "I have already united all the cultivation forces of the secular world. In a few days a grand disciple selection assembly will be held—convened specifically for the Primordial Alliance. You will all have the chance then to recruit disciples who meet your requirements. Is that not a matter of great importance to the entire secular world and the Primordial Alliance?" (To be continued.)