Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Wang Qian’s Fate
Sect Master Wu Sang asked in disbelief: “Jie Tan, did Chong Yang really say that?”

He really could not bring himself to believe it.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect spent a lot and had very few ways to earn Spirit Stones. Their days were always tight.

At the last Cultivation World Grand Tournament, the tassel on Sect Master Chong Yang’s sword had almost exploded into a feathery duster, yet he still could not bear to change it.

And now he was actually willing to contribute four Spirit Cores for free?

His thinking had “advanced” a bit too fast.

Abbot Jie Tan said calmly: “Monks do not lie. This old monk would never speak falsehoods.”

When Abbot Jie Tan kept a straight face and did not smile, he looked very dignified and trustworthy.

Sect Master Wu Sang’s doubts vanished.

If Sect Master Chong Yang had been here, he would really have wanted to rush up, grab him by the collar, and roar at him, asking if he still planned to live like a normal person.

Puffing yourself up with a swollen face to look rich was one thing, but dragging other people down with you too?

He really could do it.

Now the situation was clear: one sect, the Five Elements Dao Sect, was putting up eight Spirit Cores. Of the two remaining sects, one, the Heavenly Sword Sect, was putting up four Spirit Cores. So how many should the last sect provide?

The question was not deep at all.

But Sect Master Wu Sang did not want to answer it. Once he did, he probably would not be able to forgive himself for years.

He said in a strained voice: “Give me some time to think about it.”

As soon as he finished, he did not give Abbot Jie Tan a chance to speak again. He quickly called someone over to lead Abbot Jie Tan and Yu Zhao away to rest.

The person she called over was none other than the Greenwood Sect’s Young Sect Master, Mu Ye.

Mu Ye came in, winked at Yu Zhao, then respectfully invited Abbot Jie Tan to follow her to his room to rest.

On the way, Yu Zhao used voice transmission to ask Abbot Jie Tan: “When did you send a message to Sect Master Chong Yang?”

Abbot Jie Tan answered with a calm face: “I only said these words were Sect Master Chong Yang’s, but I never said when he said them.”

He had already spread the words. Whether Sect Master Chong Yang wanted to bring out four Spirit Cores or not, he would have to now.

Yu Zhao’s eyelid twitched.

She silently mourned for three breaths for the already-deceived Sect Master Wu Sang and the soon-to-be-deceived Sect Master Chong Yang.

After sending Abbot Jie Tan into his room, Mu Ye rushed out and threw herself at Yu Zhao, hugging her as she jumped up and down in excitement.

She said, almost squealing: “Sister Yu, long time no see! How did you break through again? You’re amazing!”

Yu Zhao smiled and replied: “You too. I’ve even heard stories about you while I was outside.”

Mu Ye’s eyes lit up at once: “Really? Really?”

Yu Zhao said: “Of course.”

Yu Zhao was not lying to her.

In the past few years, Mu Ye’s name had become more and more well-known in the cultivation world. This was not only because of her Young Sect Master title, but even more because of her skilled alchemy and deep foundation.

The Yin-Yang Twin Pill Method she created had become the most popular alchemy method in the cultivation world.

Mu Ye grabbed her arm and said: “Sister Yu, you don’t know. Not long ago, I almost lost my life. Luckily I stayed a bit careful and didn’t let him succeed.”

Yu Zhao asked: “What happened?”

Mu Ye asked in return: “Do you still remember Wang Qian?”

Yu Zhao nodded: “I remember. Was he the one who tried to hurt you?”

A sharp light flashed in Yu Zhao’s eyes.

She had long seen that Wang Qian’s heart was even smaller than the eye of a needle. If anything failed to go his way even a little, he would take it as a grudge.

She had later even warned Mu Ye specially to be careful of Wang Qian. It seemed Mu Ye had taken her words to heart.

As soon as Mu Ye mentioned this matter, she ground her teeth in hatred.

Ever since he lost when competing with her for the Young Sect Master position, Wang Qian had gone completely crazy. Whoever he caught, he would order them to call him “Young Sect Master”.

During that time, Elder Wang had followed him around often, busy cleaning up after him.

In terms of strength, Wang Qian was only a little weaker than Mu Ye. Because he lost his mind over one match, most people in Greenwood Sect mainly pitied him. As for his occasional strange actions, they did not pay attention and pretended not to see them.

At first, Mu Ye did not believe Wang Qian was truly insane, so she always guarded against him. But as time went by, her guard slowly relaxed, and he finally found a chance.

No one knew when Wang Qian went to the Herb Hall and switched out Mu Ye’s medicinal ingredients.

The herbs themselves were not poisonous, but he had smeared a layer of a special colorless, tasteless solvent on them. Once it met heat, the solvent would evaporate and release a deadly poison gas.

Mu Ye’s life simply was not meant to end yet.

A few days before she planned to refine that furnace of medicine, she had not been in great condition. So she had specially invited her master, Elder Lian, to stand by and guide her.

As soon as the deadly gas started to spread, Elder Lian sensed it.

Elder Lian quickly fed Mu Ye a detoxification pill, then sealed up all the herbs and handed everything over to the sect.

Once the sect stepped in, they soon found out the whole story.

It turned out that some time before, Wang Qian had not been pretending to be crazy, but had truly gone mad.

But he had a pair of good parents.

His parents had searched everywhere for pills, and after great effort they had finally cured his madness.

Once Wang Qian regained his sanity, he did not announce it to others. Instead, he kept on pretending to be crazy and foolish.

He could not accept that Mu Ye had ended up above him.

As long as Mu Ye died, he was sure he could become Young Sect Master.

So he waited until Elder Wang was not paying attention, then snuck into the Herb Hall to swap out the Spirit Herbs and even forged an alibi. But in the end, he still could not escape the sect’s investigation.

Mu Ye said bitterly: “Wang Qian has already had his dantian abolished. From now on he can never do alchemy again. His parents were too ashamed to stay in Greenwood Sect, so they left with him.”

Poisoning and secretly trying to kill the Young Sect Master was a huge crime. Normally he should have paid with his life. Sect Master Wu Sang, however, remembered how Wang Qian’s parents had worked hard for Greenwood Sect for so many years. He finally decided to show mercy and leave Wang Qian with his life.

Yu Zhao commented: “Wang Qian is spoiled and arrogant. Abolishing his cultivation level will hurt him more than killing him.”

Mu Ye gave a crooked smile: “Sect Master said the same thing.”

Yu Zhao said: “This is evil getting its own retribution.” She looked straight at Mu Ye, her expression turning serious. “I have something I need your help with.”

Mu Ye answered right away: “Just say it. I’ll definitely help you.”

She agreed before even listening to what Yu Zhao needed.

In her heart, she thought that no matter how hard the favor was, there had to be a limit. Most likely it would be related to alchemy.

Yu Zhao had helped her so many times. If she tried to avoid helping, that would be too shameful.

It was about time she did something for Yu Zhao.

Just as she was feeling full of confidence, she heard Yu Zhao say: “I want to ask Sect Master Wu Sang for five Spirit Cores.”

Mu Ye waved her hand at first and said carelessly: “Come on, that’s nothing. Isn’t it just five Spirit Stones? You don’t even need to bother Sect Master for that… Wait, what did you just say five of?”

Her face went blank, and her tone suddenly turned cautious.

Yu Zhao looked at her with a bit of pity and fondness in her eyes: “You didn’t mishear. Five Spirit Cores.”

Mu Ye sucked in a sharp breath.

Spirit Cores!

Those were Spirit Cores!

They were not common Spirit Stones that could be found everywhere, but the cores of Spirit Veins, the ancestors of Spirit Stones.

Mu Ye’s body swayed a little.

She felt a bit dizzy.

Her lips trembled as she whispered: “Sister Yu…”

Yu Zhao stepped forward and patted her shoulder: “You already agreed just now. Face reality.”

Mu Ye wanted to cry but had no tears.

She said weakly: “I… I’ll do my best.”

Yu Zhao smiled: “Good. Then go. I’ll be waiting for your good news.”

Mu Ye stared at her: “Right now? Isn’t that a bit soon?”

Yu Zhao replied: “No. Time doesn’t wait for anyone.”

Mu Ye walked off, looking back every few steps.

Yu Zhao lifted her head and looked at the clear sky. So far, things were going quite smoothly. The seniors of the different sects were all reasonable and open-minded people.

What had once seemed impossible no longer looked like some wild fantasy.

As long as she gathered enough Spirit Cores, she could find out whether the Formation Array Arts that the Heaven Divining Shell had passed to her were really the method to repair the Heavenly Ladder.

She could not wait any longer.