Chapter 3235 — Asking for Help

"How long will it hold?" Wei Zhao asked, his expression somewhat grim.

"Judging by the quality of this Heaven-and-Earth Net of yours, about a day—though if I actually struggled inside it, a few hours at most," the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder said. "Only I can't be bothered to waste my effort. There's no way you can do anything to me, so why should I trouble myself?"

"You seem quite confident." Wei Zhao was somewhat helpless. Indeed, with his own strength alone, there was no way he could do anything to the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder—not even with all his underlings. Even if the whole lot of them rushed him together, a group beating could not possibly inflict any harm on the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder. After all, they were not in the same weight class.

It was like a swarm of ants trying to shake an elephant—one stamp of the elephant's foot and the ants were dead.

Still, Wei Zhao's mind raced, and he thought of a few people. He just did not know whether they could help him. The people Wei Zhao knew who were capable of killing the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder were limited.

Aside from Old Man Wei and Ergoudan, far away in West Star Mountain Village, there were only the few from the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect! But distant water could not quench a nearby fire. Old Man Wei could not come, and even if Ergoudan came, it would take too long—there was no time.

So the only people Wei Zhao could turn to were those few from the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect.

At that thought, Wei Zhao could only adopt a let's-give-it-a-try attitude and dial the number the Sinister Ancestor of the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect had left him, to see whether they could step forward and kill someone for him. They were an organization that killed for payment; if Wei Zhao paid a certain price, surely he could get them to do him this favor?

"Mr. Lin, hello there!" Seeing that it was Wei Zhao's number, the Sinister Ancestor picked up at once. His tone was exceedingly polite—because of Lin Dongfang's existence, he did not dare show Wei Zhao anything less than respect!

Yet he did not dare overdo it either. He could only keep a fawning look on his face while keeping his tone flat.

"Sinister Ancestor, might I ask you to kill someone for me?" Wei Zhao asked.

At first, when the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder saw Wei Zhao making a phone call, he had not paid it much mind. He had some understanding of Wei Zhao's circle—plenty of underlings, true, but the strongest were no more than Feng Shipian and those other ancient-level figures. None of them posed any threat to him whatsoever, so there was nothing for him to fear.

But when he heard the name Sinister Ancestor, his heart gave a sudden leap. Was that not someone from the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect? Wei Zhao was calling them? What did that mean—that he wanted to hire assassins from the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect to kill him?

On second thought, however, the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder calmed down again. The Sinister Ancestor was merely an expert at the peak of the late Heaven tier, not yet advanced to Great Perfection. Even if he came, with the Grand Elder's true qi shielding his body at full power, there was no way the man could kill him.

And if he sent other subordinates, there was even less to worry about! What was truly worrisome were those two—the Yellow Springs Ancestor and the Blood-Clad Ancestor, both at the peak of the late Heaven tier and at Great Perfection! But could just anyone summon those two?

Those two Ancestors were existences of his own level. Ordinary assignments were beneath their notice, and such grandes dames were reserved besides—it was not as though anyone who asked could get them to take the field!

Moreover, the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect was a long way from Songshan City. Even if those two Great Perfection Ancestors of the peak late Heaven tier set out, by the time they arrived he would have escaped the Heaven-and-Earth Net. Nothing to worry about!

Still, the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder was plainly a cunning and cautious man who would not tolerate any deviation. So while Wei Zhao was on the phone, he began struggling inside the Heaven-and-Earth Net!

He had to break free of the Heaven-and-Earth Net as early as possible, lest Wei Zhao really did bring in assassins to finish him off! By his estimate, about three hours of struggling would be enough to work his way out, and it would take the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect at least seven or eight hours to get here. Weighing it all up, he was in no danger.

"Oh? Kill someone? Kill who? You wish to hire our Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect to assassinate someone, Mr. Lin?" The Sinister Ancestor was slightly taken aback—he had not expected Wei Zhao to come to them for a killing! Still, to make it look convincing, the Sinister Ancestor could not appear too eager. He could not simply say "Sure, sure!" the moment Wei Zhao called about a killing—that would be too affected, and liable to give the game away.

"Yes. The man is the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder, at the peak of the late Heaven tier and at Great Perfection. I've already got him trapped under the Heaven-and-Earth Net, but I can't kill him. All your Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect needs to do is send the Blood-Clad Ancestor and the Yellow Springs Ancestor to join forces and strike him down!" Wei Zhao spoke swiftly and in detail. He had already seen the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder struggling inside the Heaven-and-Earth Net and dared not delay—if the man actually broke free, that would be a right mess. So he kept it brief: "The assignment carries no danger, and it's fairly easy. What do you say? Is the Sinister Ancestor interested?"

Wei Zhao had been an assassin before and knew the tricks of the trade: the simpler the assignment, the lower the fee. But given the extraordinary level of the target, two heavyweights had to be sent.

And the reason Wei Zhao called the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect was that they were cultivators and could come running at speed, whereas Old Man Wei and Ergoudan could only take the train. By comparison, the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect could arrive far more quickly.

"Ah, the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder! Splendid—Mr. Lin, we were just agonizing over whether to take this assignment. You've done us a huge favor!" The moment the Sinister Ancestor heard it was the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder, his heart lurched and cold sweat broke out on his forehead!

Dereliction of duty, sheer dereliction! The three Ancestors were stationed in Donghai City, studying Wei Zhao's movements, his character, and his circle, so naturally they paid closer attention to matters in the area! With an expert at the peak of the late Heaven tier and at Great Perfection appearing right under their noses, of course they would take note.

But when they learned that the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder had only come to kill an old orphanage director, they had paid it no mind. After all, the Black Horse Society and the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect were in a sense in the same line of work, both at the ancient level; there was no need to sour relations over such a trifle.

Besides, it was only an old orphanage director—whether he lived or died had nothing whatsoever to do with the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect!

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