Chapter 260 - How To Decide Another’s Fate? (1/2)
The vast training room appeared unusually silent.
Jiang He watched as Lin Tianzheng and Wang Hou traded glances, asking in surprise, “Minister Wang, Elder Lin, perhaps you find my plan impractical? If that’s the case, we could carry out a second plan, such as knocking down the doors of either the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint or the Dragoncroc Emperor, killing one of them.”
If one was killed, how could they work together?
Lin Tianzheng was not very familiar with Jiang He, but Wang Hou knew that the kid always kept his word. That was why he quickly said, “We mustn’t be rash, Jiang He. The Saint of the Sky Demon Cult is very powerful, and his cultivation is probably close to the pinnacle of Void-tier advanced. Moreover, I sensed that he wasn’t using his full power when he ambushed me, as he quickly distanced himself after one strike—I might not have been able to return alive otherwise.”
Moreover, it was all a hunch. What if the Saint of the Sky Demon Cult and the Dragoncroc Emperor were not in league?
Nonetheless, Jiang He had always preferred to kill any threat in its cradle. He was not bothered with finding out whether the Saint of the Sky Demon Cult and the Dragoncroc Emperor were actually working together, because the possibility of it made it true already!
And if that was the case, he could not afford to wait until they come charging to his house, could he?
Nonetheless, Jiang He appeared stunned and frightened as he said, “Lucky that I held back for now, and did not go after the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor. Otherwise, I might not manage to kill them with my ability yesterday.”
Wang Hou’s expression turned dark at that as he continued, “Moreover, the Dragoncroc Emperor would not be weaker than the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint, and it is backed by an ancient daemon. Elder Lin here has gathered information that those ancient daemons cultivated daemonic arts, offering sacrifices to refine their daemonic weapons and are extremely powerful.”
“I’ve already predicted that.”
Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief. “Minister Wang, which of them is easier to kill—the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor? For more assurance, I think we should go with the second plan: kill one first to take them out one at a time.”
“Absolutely not, Jiang He!”
Wang Hou exclaimed. “We need to take our time and think this through!”
“Hah! Take our time? They are ready to work together and kill me, and resigning myself to die isn’t my style.” Jiang He laughed coolly.
Resigning ourselves?
Wang Hou was speechless.
Could Jiang He have misunderstood the term?
Were they not just discussing setting a trap just before?
But as Wang Hou attempted to dissuade him again, Jiang He said, “Don’t worry, Minister Wang. I won’t go without being a hundred percent sure, and I’m not about to go looking for the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor right now.”
Wang Hou couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.
As long as he listened to reason…
He was really afraid that Jiang He would be so reckless that he charged straight to Shennongjia.
On the other hand, Jiang He was thinking something else—
‘I have just ascended and could not fully withdraw my qi. Would I be able to kill the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor if they could sense me from miles away?’
What if they turned tail and fled?
That was why he should be adapting himself to his own strength, and make a move only after he fully controls his qi and not let it loose.
And that process…
Would take most of the day.
And since it would be around nighttime when he goes ahead, why would he say that it was now?
Moreover, fighting at night has another advantage—when he was done fighting, wounded or bleeding as well as having released Twenty-Three Swords to consume his spirit, he could go home and fall asleep right away.
Jiang He had thought about it extensively.
***
After chatting a bit more, it was time for lunch.
Wang Hou tried to treat Jiang He to a meal at the Martial Arts Department (MAD) to let him have a taste of the food there, Jiang He refused, saying, “Could I loan someone from you, Minister Wang?”
“It’s Yan Dehao. I want to know more about the information he has about the Sky Demon Cult. After all, knowing yourself and the enemy wins a hundred battles.”
“Alright, I’ll have Zhou Yu make the arrangements.”
“Many thanks.”
Jiang He rose to his feet and offered a fist-palm salute in parting, saying, “By the way, I’m staying at room 7014 in Hotel Yilong. Just have Yan Dehao go there directly.”
After Jiang He left, Lin Tianzheng laughed. “He is quite something… Moreover, he has the aura of a complete Golden Pellet. He must have gained great providence given his cultivation at such a young age, and it must have been the legacy of a certain clan. Still, I wonder if any old antiques are still alive in that clan.”
Wang Hou could not help feeling a headache at the term, ‘old antique’.
Seemingly able to see through Wang Hou’s worries, Lin Tianzheng chuckled, “Minister Wang, you don’t have to be so worried. Us humans have some of these old antiques still in slumber too, and acquiring microworld legacies is not actually a bad thing. If they weren’t there as a deterrent, the ancient daemons would have shown up long ago.”
“That is true… but conflict is unavoidable once they awaken. With those old antiques’ heavenly powers and depravity, who could stop them then?’
Wang Hou shook his head, dispelling the worries in his head.
Wang Hou’s tone changed and said, “Whatever, let’s not think about that for now. Right now, both the Sky Demon Cult and the daemons believe that I am heavily injured and would definitely go on a rampage in the next few days. We could use this opportunity to kill us a large bunch of Feral Kings, and if we succeed, there would be complete calm over the Hua Nation.”
“And if Jiang He cooperates… we would have a shot against the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor too.”
“I’ll go through the details with Jiang He tomorrow. You and I shall head to Lingzhou City in secret after Jiang He himself went back—when the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor come calling, even killing one of them is a great victory.
***
While Wang Hou and Lin Tianzheng discussed their plans, Jiang He had returned to Hotel Yilong and began to condition himself to his strength. He flexed his muscles, familiarizing himself with every inch of his flesh as he attempted to perfectly withdraw his qi…
Then, someone knocked on his door around half past two.
It was Yan Dehao.
His burly two meters frame appeared rather ragged, and he looked curious tired. Only his bald head was even shinier now.
“You were asking for me, Mister Jiang?”
Once Yan Dehao entered the room, the smell of alcohol streamed out of his mouth.
Jiang He was stunned.
A chatterbox champion like Yan Dehao tended to be always optimistic, so why would he end up like this after a few days apart?
After a bit of questioning, Yan Dehao stammered and throw up his hands. “I’m fine. It’s just… I was undercover for so long, and not really used to life now after I came back… Sob… Mister Jiang… Y-You were right.”