Chapter 956 — Who Told You?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
His face shifted from agony to terror. Staring at Wei Zhao, he broke out in sweat, beads the size of beans rolling down his cheeks.
"Impossible... this can't be. How have you not lost your strength?" The Medicine King groaned inwardly. What was wrong with this Wei Zhao? Playing the pig to eat the tiger? His strength clearly wasn't gone, so why hadn't he revealed it back in the parking lot? Why let him go on believing Wei Zhao had no power left?
By now Zhao Qibing and Li Cihua were dumbstruck as well. What? Wei Zhao hadn't lost his strength? Which meant, in other words, Wei Zhao was still as badass as ever?
Damn it! Zhao Qibing recalled all those asking-for-a-beating remarks he had made to Wei Zhao earlier, and could have slapped himself across the face. What a foul mouth he had, truly a foul mouth! With Wei Zhao's temper, he was finished!
"I'm still rather puzzled. Who told you my strength was gone? Who did you hear it from? Or was it a fantasy of your own?" Wei Zhao asked, looking at the Medicine King with mockery.
The Medicine King's face darkened. He thought: wasn't it just my own fantasy? He could not help saying bitterly, "You clearly still had your strength. Back in the parking lot, why didn't you use your true qi?"
"Use true qi against a few petty thieves?" Wei Zhao shook his head. "Besides, the true qi is mine. I use it when I please and hold it when I please. What business is it of yours?"
"..." The Medicine King was left rather speechless. Wei Zhao was right; the true qi was his, and whether he used it or not was his own affair. What right had he to pry? Still, he asked, "Then what about before, when I went to the Gu Group to make trouble for Gu Pengzhan... for Chairman Chu, why didn't you stop me?"
"Oh, all right. I was pretending my strength was gone, to see who meant me harm, and then go stomp them back down." Wei Zhao shrugged, "admitting" it.
"**!" The Medicine King could not help cursing. So he'd been played? He was one of those who meant Wei Zhao harm? And so Wei Zhao had stomped him back down? Truly he had asked for it, and who else was there to blame? A wave of sorrow welled up in the Medicine King's heart...
"Then what about these silver needles of mine?" the Medicine King asked with a bitter smile.
"Aren't you terribly skilled yourself? You can try refining my true qi, or wait for your meridians to shatter and then repair them." Wei Zhao said. "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I happen to know how to repair meridians. If all of yours shatter, you're welcome to come to me."
"You... you can repair meridians?" The Medicine King stared at Wei Zhao in astonishment.
"Of course. It's simple enough. My meridians have been wrecked several times already, and look at me now, not a thing wrong." Wei Zhao looked at the Medicine King with sympathy. "If you can't repair them, that only means your medical skill is too poor! Seems the rumors can't be trusted after all."