After all, being good at borrowing the aid of objects was a virtue, but relying too heavily on external objects as one's support was ultimately improper.
"Old bastard..."
Wang Yu secretly spat in contempt. He was certain that Liu Jin Xian and the other two would not hide the situation for him. From the look of things now, he could only flee.
Return to the Inverse Spirit Blood Sect?
The mountain gate had laws, but supervision was poor. People often vanished within the sect, and as long as there were no witnesses, almost no one cared. If they died, then they died; their corpses would also be turned into materials to cultivate the sect's disciples.
Wang Yu himself had killed no fewer than ten. The mountain gate's encampment truly could not give him any sense of safety.
Unless he moved into the Law Enforcement Hall. But then a new problem came—if he went to the Law Enforcement Hall, he would have to get spirit stones for that second-generation Foundation Establishment surnamed Zhuo. That did not suit his character, and he did not have the free time either.
The situation over at True Inheritor Su of Cold Blood Peak was also a tangled ball of hemp. On the surface, he still seemed to be under him, but in truth, he had long since gone solo.
If he pinned his hopes on that person, it would be no different from seeking his own death. At the critical moment, Zhao Shang might even backstab him.
The Inverse Spirit Blood Sect was a demon's den. He could not return.
But he still had a need for Demonic Dao Secret Arts, so he could not truly betray the sect. At the Qi Refining level, there were too few secrets he could access. After breaking through