Chapter 4811 — Let Me Tell You Something

A day later, when Wei Zhao walked out of his room, he had eight Thunder Profound Pills on him. He had not used up all the Thunder Mystic Vine in one go—this time he had used only about a quarter. Anyway, the Thunder Mystic Vine was kept within the pendant space, and he often nourished it with the power of lightning, so there was no worry it would wither.

Barring any mishap, these eight Thunder Profound Pills were more than sufficient. After all, Thunder Profound Pills were of use only when one was assailing the Profound Ascension realm and contending with the thunder tribulation; unlike Golden Core Nurturing Pills and the like, they could not be taken as a regular aid. Unless they were meant as gifts, there was no need for so many at all.

If nothing unexpected happened, these eight Thunder Profound Pills were already enough. After all, Thunder Profound Pills were only useful when one was assaulting the Profound Ascension realm and dealing with the thunder tribulation—unlike Golden Core Nurturing Pills, which could be taken as a supplementary aid in ordinary times. Unless they were meant as gifts for others, there was no need for so many.

The remaining Thunder Mystic Vine could be put to other uses besides Thunder Profound Pills. As far as Wei Zhao knew, it was also an important ingredient in several other seventh-grade and even higher-grade elixirs. Good steel should be spent on the blade's edge; only then could it serve a greater purpose when the time came.

The remaining Thunder Mystic Vine could be put to other uses besides Thunder Profound Pills. As far as Wei Zhao knew, it was also an important material for several other seventh-grade and even higher-grade elixirs. Good steel should be used on the blade—only then could it serve a greater purpose when the time came.

"Brother Leng, take this Thunder Profound Pill. Even if Miss Yang's appearance cannot be restored for the time being, her cultivation and realm cannot be left to drag on forever. Otherwise, once her realm truly collapses, she will never again be able to return to the Profound Ascension stage," Wei Zhao urged.

"Brother Leng, take this Thunder Profound Pill. Even if Miss Yang's appearance cannot be restored for the moment, her cultivation level cannot be delayed forever. Otherwise, once her realm truly falls, she will never be able to return to the Profound Ascension stage again," Wei Zhao urged.

"Thank you." Leng Rufeng took the Thunder Profound Pill with a complicated expression and shook his head with a bitter smile. "I've told her the same, but her appearance has become a sickness of the heart. If she were to break through rashly without curing that sickness, I fear it would become a heart demon—and then the consequences would truly be unthinkable."

"Thank you." Leng Rufeng took the Thunder Profound Pill with a complicated expression and shook his head with a bitter smile. "I've advised her the same way, but her appearance has become a burden on her mind. If she rashly attempts a breakthrough without resolving that burden, I fear it will become a heart demon—then the consequences would be truly unimaginable."

That women love beauty is an inborn nature; there is no woman alive who truly does not care about her appearance. Yang Qianshuang especially—a beauty ruined to her present state; no one could bear such a plummet. That she had held on this long without her mind collapsing was already remarkable.

A woman's love of beauty is an innate nature; no woman truly does not care about her appearance. Especially for Yang Qianshuang, a beauty who had been disfigured to such an extent—no one could bear such a drastic fall. That she had held on until now without her mind collapsing was already quite remarkable.

"Spend more time with her these days. When I'm here with Feifei, there shouldn't be any trouble," Wei Zhao said with a sigh.

"Spend more time with her during this period. With me here for Feifei, there shouldn't be any problem," Wei Zhao said with a sigh.

Leng Rufeng nodded gratefully and went back at once with the Thunder Profound Pill to find Yang Qianshuang. Truth be told, he was genuinely worried about her state of mind just now. Before, all hope could be pinned on the Beauty Pill; but now that the Beauty Pill had failed, with that hope shattered, there was no telling whether she might do something foolish.

Leng Rufeng nodded gratefully and immediately took the Thunder Profound Pill back to find Yang Qianshuang. To be honest, he was truly worried about her mental state now. Before, all hope could be placed in the Beauty Pill, but now that the Beauty Pill was useless, with that hope shattered, there was no guarantee she wouldn't do something foolish.

At such a time, what Yang Qianshuang needed most was Leng Rufeng's company, and over the following month, that was indeed what he did. Faced with a Yang Qianshuang disfigured beyond anything words could convey, he truly never forsook her. Every day, he racked his brains to comfort her, ceaselessly reassuring her that he would surely find a way!

At a time like this, what Yang Qianshuang needed most was Leng Rufeng's companionship, and over the following month, Leng Rufeng did exactly that. Faced with Yang Qianshuang, disfigured to such a shocking degree, he truly never abandoned her. Every day, he racked his brains to comfort her, constantly reassuring her that he would surely find a way!

Over the course of that month, apart from shadowing Ning Xuefei and keeping Yang Qianshuang company, Leng Rufeng spent the rest of his time asking after remedies far and wide. Even Wei Zhao could not help but be moved at the sight—this cold-faced Blade God was truly a man with a cold face and a warm heart.

Over the course of the month, apart from following near Ning Xuefei and keeping Yang Qianshuang company, Leng Rufeng spent the rest of his time asking everywhere for solutions. Even Wei Zhao could not help but be moved—this cold-faced Sword God truly was a man with a cold face and a warm heart.

One day, as Leng Rufeng stood watch at the newcomers' courtyard, he was writing letters to people—needless to say, still doing everything he could to find help. Ordinarily, getting him to open his mouth and beg for help would have been unthinkable; but for Yang Qianshuang's sake, he had cast aside all his pride and self-respect, solely to find a glimmer of hope for the woman he loved.

One day, while stationed at the newcomers' courtyard, Leng Rufeng was writing letters—needless to say, still trying every means to find help. Ordinarily, getting him to ask anyone for help would have been a fantasy, but for Yang Qianshuang's sake, he had thrown aside all his pride and self-respect, all just to find a glimmer of hope for the woman he loved.

"Brother Leng, do you have a moment? There's something I'd like to tell you," Wei Zhao said suddenly.

"Brother Leng, do you have time? I'd like to tell you something," Wei Zhao suddenly spoke up.

"What is it?" Leng Rufeng asked without raising his head, still writing furiously.

"What is it?" Leng Rufeng asked without looking up, still writing furiously.

"It's about Miss Yang," Wei Zhao said calmly.

"It concerns Miss Yang," Wei Zhao said evenly. (To be continued.)