Chapter 105: Hunting in the Mist

Inside a cave dwelling on Spirit Vulture Peak, Weng Ping sat with a sullen expression. Although his injuries had healed, his spirit stones and medicinal herbs had been stolen, and even his cave had been taken. He could not swallow this humiliation.

At present, he had little hope of advancing further; his very survival was fueled by a single, burning grievance.

Just then, a flying letter arrived. Weng Ping raised his hand to catch it, opened it, and after a quick glance, sneered coldly. Grabbing his spear, he strode out.

The message was simple: "That man has descended the mountain and gone to Tide Cliff!"

Emerging from his cave, Weng Ping reached the suspension bridge, where several cultivators stood waiting.

“Senior Brother Weng!” they greeted him politely, bowing respectfully, showing no hint of disrespect.

Though Gu Changqing had seized Weng Ping’s cave dwelling, Weng Ping’s name had been renowned on Spirit Vulture Peak for decades; no one dared to underestimate him.

One of them spoke up, “That Gu Changqing is so tyrannical, demanding we give him spirit stones every month. With Senior Brother Weng’s aid this time, we will surely defeat him outside the mountain.”

Another sneered, “Indeed, if it were just us, we might yield to him, but with Senior Brother Weng’s help, there’s no chance he can escape.”

“All he has is a protective artifact. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be a match for Senior Brother Weng!”

In their eyes, Gu Changqing was merely relying on a single protective artifact; otherwise, he was on par with Weng Ping. Together, they believed they could shatter that artifact with a single strike, sealing Gu Changqing’s fate.

Over the past few days, they had learned that the artifact—known as the Turtle-Snake Bagua Lamp—had appeared previously at the Treasure Pavilion. It required spirit stones to replenish its energy, something Gu Changqing had no chance to do now.

Weng Ping, however, was indifferent to their chatter. He was not here to assist them but to serve his own purpose.

Yet, they were right about one thing: without that Turtle-Snake Bagua Lamp, he might not have lost to Gu Changqing.

The group noticed Weng Ping’s silence but were not embarrassed; after all, they had known his temperament from long experience on the mountain.

Soon, more than a dozen people arrived, including the three Gu Changqing had previously beaten—the scholar in a green robe, the red-clad young woman, and the hulking man resembling an iron tower.

The young woman’s eyes burned with murderous intent. Never before had she been beaten so savagely, her facial bones shattered. That bastard was no human.

“Everyone’s here. Thank you for your assistance, Senior Brother Weng!” the group bowed to Weng Ping, their tone flattering.

Though Weng Ping had reached a plateau in his cultivation, his strength was still considerable. Building a good relationship with him—even recruiting him—would greatly improve their standing on Spirit Vulture Peak.

Once assembled, they descended the mountain, heading straight for Tide Cliff.

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