This Listening Wind Pavilion seemed to have posted up every Core Formation and Foundation Establishment Cultivator it knew of. They called it information on the strong, but it looked more like a list of cultivators active in the Heavenly Demon Bone Forest region.
The intelligence on this One-Blade Liu was quite detailed. Although the illusory image branded by spiritual power had been disguised, Wang Yu would never forget those eyes in this lifetime.
Bone structure, height, the time he had arrived at Ten Thousand Poisons Town, the spells he was skilled in, cultivation level... every trait matched. It was the enemy from back when he had been weak.
—Steward Liu!
Back then, this man had been Wei Zhong's trusted aide, one of the three stewards of Cold Blood Peak's Spirit Slave district, and also the chief culprit who had severed one of Wang Yu's arms.
Thinking back now, he had been green and ignorant then.
Yet he had also grasped the heart of the problem. From what he had learned about Spirit Slaves over the years, the so-called promotion to the Outer Sect was practically flowers in a mirror, the moon in water.
Except for him risking everything in one gamble and being promoted by Su Yulong.
The last Spirit Slave to be promoted to the Outer Sect before him had been more than six hundred years ago. After Wang Yu, none of the Nine Peaks' Spirit Slaves had risen to the Outer Sect.
This was not a matter of odds at all, but of fate.
It depended on whether a benefactor could give you a hand up. The reason he had made it through smoothly was also thanks to the circumstances of the time. Otherwise... he would already have died among the Spirit Slaves.
In the past, he had