Chapter 576: Preparing for the Secret Realm, A Wife’s Suspicion

An hour later, Wei Tu’s body had fully recovered, though his face looked a little pale compared to before the ambush.

"This Grandmaster Le’s Shengyang Pill really is good. No wonder it sells so hot around Yuangjun Island…"

He looked impressed and was already thinking about getting the pill recipe, producing it himself, and selling it later.

With this Shengyang Pill, his recovery speed was nearly 20% faster than before.

20% didn’t sound like much, but in a fight where both sides were evenly matched, it could completely change the outcome.

After thinking this over, Wei Tu stood and walked to the corpse of Ji Yifeng, starting to “pick over the body.”

No one gets rich without unexpected fortune.

This ambush wasn’t just about settling old grudges—it was also a chance to grab some quick wealth and build up more reserves before entering the Zunwang Palace Secret Realm.

Fortunately, when he struck down Ji Yifeng, he moved fast. In just a few moves, he had ended the man’s life, leaving most of his wealth untouched.

Wei Tu figured Ji Yifeng probably died without ever realizing that the one who ambushed him today was the same Nascent Soul demonic cultivator who, decades ago, had snatched Fu Linglong from his grasp.

The wealth of a great sect’s master—Wei Tu believed there had to be some surprises in store.

"Two mid-grade magic tools…"

"Hmm, and three mid-grade fourth-rank attack talismans, plus a complete fourth-rank formation set…"

After searching for a bit, Wei Tu pulled several fourth-rank treasures of interest out of Ji Yifeng’s storage pouch.

"Not a wasted trip," Wei Tu said with a smile.

This harvest—if he didn’t count the spirit crystals unique to the overseas realm—was even richer than what he got from Lüqiu Jinyuan.

On the surface, Ji Yifeng’s background and strength seemed weaker than Lüqiu Jinyuan’s, but in truth Ji Yifeng was the true master of a sect, while Lüqiu Jinyuan was just a side-branch prince of the Lüqiu Clan.

The first commanded the wealth of an entire sect.

The second, like a rogue cultivator, had to fight for everything himself.

"Besides all this…"

"As expected, Ji Yifeng also carried records about the Zunwang Palace Secret Realm."

Wei Tu raised a brow, his eyes falling on more than 10 jade slips tucked in the corner of Ji Yifeng’s pouch, each etched with the words “Zunwang Palace.”

It wasn’t hard to see Ji Yifeng had been preparing for the upcoming secret realm just as much as he was.

The Zunwang Palace Secret Realm was recognized across the Great Cang cultivation world as the number one secret realm, and both righteous and demonic paths had always paid it close attention.

On the demonic side, Wei Tu already had Ancestor Chìlóng’s personal guidance, so he didn’t need to gather much intelligence.

On the righteous side, Ji Yifeng’s intelligence from Tianyi Sect would be enough to balance things out.

"Yuanyang Treasure Ground, Primordial Qi Ganoderma…"

A little while later, Wei Tu held a jade slip and found details about the Yuanyang Treasure Ground—the place he had to visit when entering the Zunwang Palace Secret Realm.

And within it, the treasure being eyed by Tianyi Sect and several other great sects—the Primordial Qi Ganoderma.

After reading this, Wei Tu couldn’t tell whether he’d struck incredible luck or terrible misfortune.

The Primordial Qi Ganoderma was a top-grade fourth-rank spiritual herb and the main ingredient for refining the top-grade fourth-rank pill, the Plastic Qi Pill.

And as it happened, the Plastic Qi Pill was one of the best auxiliary pills for breaking from mid Nascent Soul to late Nascent Soul.

This pill, without doubt, would be of great use to his future path.

But as for calling it bad luck—

That was because his purpose in going to the Yuanyang Treasure Ground was to use the special properties of that land to drive out the demonic soul clinging to Bai Zhi.

If he were to fight with the others over the Primordial Qi Ganoderma, it would inevitably bring harm to Bai Zhi’s “resurrection.”

But to enter a treasure mountain and come back empty-handed—

That was hard for any cultivator to endure. Not to mention, the Primordial Qi Ganoderma was extremely important to his own cultivation path. Miss this chance, and there might not be another.

"Forget it, no use overthinking…"

"When the time comes, I’ll adapt."

Wei Tu shook his head, suppressing his stray thoughts.

Bai Zhi was important to him, but he clearly wasn’t going to give up everything just for her.

In the end, she was only a captive he happened to take when he was at early Golden Core.

Even rescuing her had always been something he did conveniently, never willing to take excessive risks.

So in truth—

At this moment in his heart, obtaining the Primordial Qi Ganoderma outweighed the matter of reviving her.

Still, since he hadn’t yet reached a point where he had to choose one over the other, there was no need to decide early and seem heartless.

…

After finishing “picking the corpse,” Wei Tu carefully erased the traces of the battle, then slipped back to his Divine Master’s Mansion in the Ying Ding Tribe.

With the natural misdirection of his Nascent Soul breakthrough timing, he wasn’t worried about Tianyi Sect tracing back and suspecting him of killing their sect master over grudges from more than 200 years ago.

After all, not long ago he had publicly sparred with Situ Yang, the newly advanced Nascent Soul.

As long as people weren’t blind, they wouldn’t believe he had somehow crossed small realms to kill Ji Yifeng, a mid Nascent Soul cultivator.

Below Nascent Soul, killing across realms was still common.

But above Nascent Soul, even defeating someone one small realm higher was nearly impossible, let alone killing across multiple realms.

Of course, to be extra safe, Wei Tu deliberately kept his cultivation displayed at “early Nascent Soul,” and even showed himself in the Ying Ding Tribe a few times.

Time slipped by.

In a blink, several years passed.

Under Tianyi Sect’s suppression of the news, few in the righteous path knew that the Nascent Soul elder who once single-handedly blocked merchant caravans between kingdoms for 7 years had already quietly fallen.

And under Wei Tu’s watch—

Sure enough, Tianyi Sect never once listed him as a suspect. They didn’t even send a single spy toward the Ying Ding Tribe.

That year, Situ You of Ancient Sword Mountain also successfully broke through to Nascent Soul, emerged from seclusion, and sent him an invitation to his Nascent Soul Ceremony.

"Tian Qiuyun is still alive?"

Wei Tu flipped open the invitation. When he saw the “host” section listing Tian Qiuyun’s name alongside, he froze for a moment.

By his estimation, once Situ You reached Nascent Soul and had the power to dominate Ancient Sword Mountain, he should have slain Tian Qiuyun to wash away his disgrace.

It didn’t make sense for him to keep enduring.

"There’s something wrong here…"

Wei Tu immediately grew alert.

He didn’t believe Situ You was the type of man who would knowingly suffer a partner’s betrayal and still put up with it.

Most likely, some unexpected circumstance had forced him to continue “forgiving” Tian Qiuyun.

Thinking this, Wei Tu stood up, intending to head to Ancient Sword Mountain to investigate personally. After all, it wasn’t far from the Ying Ding Tribe, just a short journey.

"Forget it, only three days left until Situ You’s Nascent Soul Ceremony. No need to rush this moment."

His eyes fell on the date written on the invitation, and after a bit of thought, he sat back down.

The Nascent Soul Ceremony was an extremely important and formal event.

Now that the invitation clearly included Tian Qiuyun’s name, if he went charging into Ancient Sword Mountain and disrupted things, exposing their scandal…

Then not only would he fail to be friends with Situ You, he might even become enemies.

Besides, if by some small chance—

Situ You still couldn’t bear to kill his beautiful wife, and he barged in to force the matter, wouldn’t that just make trouble for himself?

As always, best to stop at the right point.

This was Situ You’s private matter. It had little to do with him as a friend.