Zhao Yao didn't have the strength or time to carry Zhao Wei up to the top floor. It will be impracticable for him to climb up, avoiding the deteriorated Pagoda and the destroying flames that feed on it.
After negotiating, his Master agreed to help him just like in the trials.
Zhao Yao and Zhao Wei reached the top floor of the six-floor Pagoda with Immortal Lu's help.
Holding the unconscious Zhao Wei, he stood near the window. Within these few minutes, the fire had swallowed every inch of the building.
'This Pagoda barely continues to stand because I am holding it. I can't do this for long as others will be able to notice my presence due to this building's connection with the Ancestral Palace, especially the Demonic Guardian.' Immortal Lu warned.
'Don't worry, Master. I am starting now.' Zhao Yao assured. 'I need both of us to be covered in flame, and please make my words loud just like before so that everyone could hear.'
Zhao Yao and Zhao Wei's clothes caught flame. He wanted to give the impression that he and Zhao Wei were barely alive and were in mortal danger.
Zhao Yao dragged him to the rooftop. Since it will be weird to stand on the highest roof, he chose the 5th-floor roof.
"Manager Zhao Weishui." Zhao Yao's loud voice reverberated the area. Zhao Yao retreated from the central area where the Elders fought to this Pagoda, which was distant. So, he had to call them and make them notice him, which worked perfectly with the plan he created.
Zhao Yao couldn't see from a distance, but with his Master's help, he received a limited time telescopic view.
Uncle Su appeared fine, and he looked like a crazy person enjoying himself. He was now fighting the Zhao Clan Leader, Zhao Guang himself. Old Chen fought tens of others while staying close to Su Zhelan. Some Grand Elders who stood out to Zhao Yao like Grand Elder Zhao Liang were nowhere to be seen.
Dead? Or just injured?
Anyway, Zhao Yao felt proud that the brawl was a massive success. If Zhao Wei didn't interfere, he wouldn't come back to face them. Not only Zhao Yao had to his fake death in public, but he also had to time it to perfection. The actor inside Zhao Yao felt confident considering all the success he had in the trials so far.
"Zhao Weishui, get your ass over here."
The second yell did the charm and gathered the attention of the fighting Martial Lords and Elders.
Zhao Weishui appeared at a distance, rushing towards the Pagoda from the ground. This powerful cultivator could see that Zhao Yao had his son's throat in his hand.
If Zhao Yao wanted to succeed, no one should come closer to the building.
The fighting Martial Lords looked at the Pagoda, and after seeing it was Zhao Yao AGAIN, they slowed down the attacks.
They must be thinking, 'How the ** did he get up there?' or 'What's the deal with this kid?'
With his Master's help, Zhao Yao calculated the time it will take for the Martial Lords and Zhao Weishui to get to the Pagoda.
He had to time everything. The timing was vital. Since Zhao Weishui hid his Martial Lord powers, he ran on land with a Martial Master's peak speed. Zhao Yao made use of the few seconds he had by yelling as loud and fast as possible.
"You f***ing traitor. To think you send your son to eliminate me.
Your son, Zhao Wei, confessed everything already. I never thought you were a spy of our clan's enemies.
Using your position as the North Mansion manager, you traitor ruined my family and killed my father. How could you? We trusted you." Zhao Yao played the blame game as his main goal was to put them under suspicion, not to prove anything. Because once suspected, the clan will automatically do the work for him.
Zhao Yao's words send even the Elders into a stupor. With his Master's help, Zhao Yao picked up the slightly surprised expression on the running Zhao Weishui.
"Since Zhao Ping is safe, I assume that you worked together with Uncle Zhao Gung to ruin my father's chances of becoming the clan leader, and later killed my father when he found out the truth.
Don't tell me that Clan Leader Zhao Guang is also a traitor for our Ancient Zhao Clan's enemies." Zhao Yao threw another bomb. He just wanted to create chaos for his beloved blood uncle. What's a better way for it than throwing logical accusations and creating suspicions.
"You killed my father. I know you are a Martial Lord. Hiding your cultivation, you must have deceived my father to death and faked evidence. Zhao Wei confessed that you know a way to lie in the truth ceremony without getting caught.
You traitorous bastards.
I am on the verge of death. I will take your traitorous son with me. I will thus avenge my father's death." As he spoke, Zhao Weishui neared the mark his Master pointed out to him. The other Martial Lords also moved towards the Pagoda, seeing the seriousness of Zhao Yao's words.
The request Zhao Yao made with his Master was to use deception to manipulate Zhao Weishui and prevent other Martial Lords from interfering. The Martial Lords are still far, and Zhao Yao believed that his Master will hold Old Chen as he was the strongest and fastest among the lot.
"Zhao Weishui, if you dare, save your son. He will fall to his death, just like how you killed my father." Zhao Yao punched Zhao Wei in his dan tian and then in his face. Looking at Zhao Weishui, with a smile, he pushed the aflame Zhao Wei down from the roof with his head facing the ground.
He gave a smirk to Zhao Weishui as gravity took hold of Zhao Wei and accelerated his fall.
Zhao Weishui's Qi erupted, and he increased the speed of running. Other Martial Lords also flew towards the Pagoda. None were in a position to catch Zhao Wei other than Zhao Weishui.
'Master, do it.' When Zhao Yao watched Zhao Weishui's increase in speed, he knew timing didn't matter anymore, and his Master have to force him.
Zhao Wei's fall accelerated unbelievably, and like a rocket, he headed to the ground.
'What will you choose? Save your identity or save your son?'
It has come to a matter of split-seconds, and he had to decide without thinking. A split-second decision will determine whether his son lives or not, and that decision depended on whether he loved his son. This was a trap of love. A trap that gives Zhao Weishui two choices and both options will end up him losing.
The running Zhao Weishui tripped and almost fell. That appeared to be the catalyst as with a loud yell, Zhao Weishui erupted with his Martial Lord Qi and flew. He barely managed to catch his son before he hit the ground.
'Damn.' Zhao Yao doubted that his pacifist Master slowed Zhao Wei down for his father to catch. But still, he felt happy.
Zhao Tong died of Qi exhaustion for flying for a long time at a great height. Zhao Yao watched, as the suspected murderer Zhao Weishui flew to save the Qi exhausted Zhao Wei.
How ironic.
Same method. One resulted in death. One was used to save.
Zhao Yao smirked. 'Gottcha.'
The fact that Zhao Weishui was a Martial Lord was now revealed to everyone. Zhao Yao's accusations will surely create doubt and will trap the duo. The Ancient Zhao Clan won't treat the suspected spies with 'trial,' and what awaited them was certain torturous death.
Suspicions are dangerous. It's like a virus that multiplies very quickly with no way of eliminating it. A small spark of doubt, along with the fact that the father duo hid secrets, will surely ruin them. The clan leader Zhao Guang will also be under scrutinizing eyes.
'Master, the pagoda can collapse now.' Zhao said as he jumped inward.
Before he even finished his request, the Pagoda collapsed on him.
Uncle Su tried to come to save him, but he was intercepted by Clan Leader Zhao Guang. Finally, his blood uncle did something useful for him.
Zhao Yao fell along with the collapsed debris. He wasn't afraid because he had the utmost trust that his Master will protect him. He could enter the ancestral palace entrance and just disappear or teleport out with his Master's power.
'Finally, crippled Zhao Yao of Ancient Zhao Clan is dead.'