Wang Yu had wanted to kill him more than once or twice.
Like a pig dragging him down, and after gaining advantage he even tried to seize his credit. Back then, Wang Yu had paid the price of losing an arm just to obtain the qualification to be promoted into the outer sect.
And Duan Ping? He had done nothing at all, even tricked Wang Yu several tis, yet he received the greatest benefits. Su Yulong rewarded him with three thousand contribution points. Wang Yu had investigated this matter thoroughly, and he knew it clearly in his heart.
He truly deserved death.
On the road out of the sect, Wang Yu stared at Duan Ping all the way. He deliberately startled him a few tis, but after secretly leaving behind a divine sense mark, he no longer amused himself with petty tricks.
Speaking of which, this was the first ti he left the sect without a suitable flying artifact as a mount. The bone boat used for the Blackbone Mountain expedition, the land boat used for the Spider Mountain expedition, those were all treasures.
Yet this ti, for the journey to the distant Taihu Spiritual Domain, he had none. Based on his past experience, there would be several stops along the way, and it would take at least three months to arrive.
Last ti he had been returning, bringing back a string of spirit slave prison wagons. This ti he was traveling light, so the speed should be much faster.
Once they exited the sect gates, Wang Yu deliberately approached Old Man Ning to chat. Perhaps afraid that Wang Yu still bore resentnt in his heart, before Wang Yu could speak, Old Man Ning spoke first.
"It has been a long ti since we t. Daoist Wang has already advanced into the inner sect. As for the matter of capturing you back then, it was never Ning’s true intention. Here I offer you an apology.
"If you still feel unbalanced in your heart, after we return you can slap a few tis, even stab with your sword a few tis. As long as this breath of anger is released, just leave this old man a cheap life."
Since he said it this way, it was hard to continue pressing him.
But matters could not be let go so easily. Thoughts surged within Wang Yu. His killing intent was hidden, but his expression softened a lot, as if truly moved by Ning’s sincerity.
However, there seed to be hidden aning in Old Man Ning’s words. Wang Yu pursued further.
"Daoist Ning, what do you an by saying it was not your true intention?"
"Alas…"
Old Man Ning sighed.
"When traveling outside, especially in a place like the Taihu Spiritual Domain, the less one makes a move the better. Maintaining peak condition at all tis is the strategy for survival.
"Back then, on the day you tested your spiritual roots, this old man had a deal with the City Lord of Stone Lake. He was responsible for capturing seedlings with four or five spiritual roots during the testing, then selling them to at a low price."
So that was the truth. Wang Yu was stunned for a mont. He had never imagined that it was the City Lord of Stone Lake who had sold him out. His Wang Clan offered gold and silver treasures to the city every year, even aged dicinal herbs.
Judging from his current perspective, those were low-rank spiritual dicines that had entered the grade. Each stalk was worth at least seven or eight spirit stones.
"So it was like this…"
Wang Yu’s expression turned cold, though he held back his rage.
Noticing his look, Old Man Ning hurried to explain.
"At that ti, he begged to bring him a Blood Reversal Pill during the next trade so that he could attempt a breakthrough. But he failed, and now he is rely living out his years in Stone Lake City. His cultivation has fallen to the fifth layer of Qi Refining, and he will not live for many more years.
"If Daoist wishes for revenge, this old man can lead the way for you."
"Good. Then I will trouble Daoist Ning."
"A small matter."
After this talk, Wang Yu observed Old Man Ning from afar. This person was absolutely not simple. Without backing, and even serving in a slave-catching squad, yet living this long in the demonic path, he was certainly far more than the coward he pretended to be.
A month later, the group left Blood Abyss Prefecture, completely stepping out of the territory of the Blood Reversal Sect. The road ahead beca dangerous, and it was finally ti for Wang Yu to settle his account.
"Duan Ping."
The fat figure shuddered. Without a word, he toppled headfirst, falling into the dense forest below.
Wang Yu of course would not let him escape. Activating the gale spiritual patterns on his robe, his Blue Butterfly Sword surged with speed. In just a few breaths, he had caught up.
A sudden change occurred.
The team halted together. Soone glanced at Old Man Ning.
"Boss, this…"
"Leave it. Behind Wang Yu is True Disciple Yan. We cannot afford to offend him. We just wait until he returns."
"Understood."
After years of managing and leading, this slave-catching squad of more than a dozen late-stage Qi Refining cultivators was clearly under Old Ning’s sole authority. If Wang Yu insisted on killing him, then all these people would beco threats.
On the other side.
Duan Ping leapt down from midair. Just as he landed at the treetop level, dozens of ice swords shot toward him. He quickly pulled out a bowl-shaped magic tool.
The tool flew above his head. The scattered bronze-colored radiance spread like a spiritual shield, blocking all the ice swords.
“A first-rank supre-grade magic tool?”
Wang Yu’s eyes narrowed. In the cultivation world, regardless of rank, supre-grade magic tools were extrely rare, tied to the conditions of their refinent.
Supre-grade ant that the effects of the material were brought to absolute perfection. Only an Artifact Refining Grandmaster could forge one, soone who had reached the pinnacle of the craft.
It was just like alchemy. Wang Yu could stably refine supre-grade pills because both his skill and his comprehension of pill formulas had reached perfection, sothing exceedingly difficult.
Pharmacology was intricate and obscure, mixed with many theories of yin, yang, and the five elents, to the point of extre complexity.
As far as he knew, the Blood Reversal Sect had no Artifact Refining Grandmaster. He did not know where this fat man had gotten it.
Now, it belonged to him.
“Swish.”
Just as Duan Ping blocked the volley of ice swords, he suddenly found himself entangled by a golden leaf-blade whip. The end of the whip was in Wang Yu’s hand.
His expression instantly turned ugly.
“Do not push too far. I, Duan, also have my ans.”
“Oh?”
Without wasting words, Wang Yu flicked the whip. The fat man was swung in an arc through the air, flailing in panic as he was pulled back.
Wang Yu’s left arm swelled several tis over. An unmatched divine strength erupted. Even the supre-grade magic tool’s defense lasted only three breaths before it exploded between them.
The bronze bowl instantly dimd. With his divine sense, Wang Yu snatched it through the air and shoved it into his storage pouch.
“You… you… no, let go.
“I am of the Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain. I have spirit stones, I have resources, I can give them all to you, Wang Yu.”
“Fool. If I kill you, everything will already be mine.”
In the next mont.
Duan Ping’s head burst like a waterlon. Blood splattered. Wang Yu did not use spiritual power to block it, letting it sar across his face.
The warm blood made him recall events from over ten years ago.
Exhilarating, utterly exhilarating.
The pent-up rage in his heart was released all at once, leaving him almost intoxicated with relief.
It was just a pity that this fat man had failed to advance to Foundation Establishnt. Killing him was not difficult. After all, his failed breakthrough had caused backlash. He was no longer at the ninth layer of Qi Refining.
Of course, if Su Yulong had won, Duan Ping might have obtained a superior-grade Foundation Establishnt Pill. At that ti, the situation would have been very different.
After storing away the corpse, Wang Yu roughly checked the storage pouch.
Poor.
It looked like most of his wealth had gone into currying favor. Aside from the supre-grade magic tool, the contents were worth at most one thousand spirit stones.
Still, gaining a supre-grade magic tool was worthwhile.
Before long.
Old Ning ca over with his squad, smiling.
“Handled?”
“A small personal grudge. Apologies for wasting everyone’s ti. Let us continue on our way.”
“Very well. Just a few more days until we reach Black Mountain Pass.”
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