Chapter 1164 — Everyone Is Hiding! So for an Ordinary Expert, This Move Can Only Channel an Extremely Limited Amount of True Qi
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But Wei Zhao was different — Wei Zhao could compress his true qi, which meant that within the same span of time he could push far more of it through. The effect produced by Wei Zhao's move therefore far surpassed Grandpa Zhu's; indeed, it was potent enough to deal with high-level cultivators!
A tiny wisp of true qi, you can refine — fine, I'll dump a whole heap of it on you and watch you try. Even if you manage to absorb it, it won't happen overnight; and swallow too much of it and you may well suffer qi deviation. See if I don't finish you off!
Was that not precisely the Medicine King's situation at present? His entire body bristled with silver needles, and beneath each one lay compressed energy sealed there by Wei Zhao. Unless the Medicine King poured out every last ounce of his cultivation to refine it away bit by bit, or possessed some miraculous elixir, or enjoyed the aid of a master — and as things stood, the Medicine King had none of these!
All he could do was go about his days with that whole mass of needles stuck in him, fuming, yet utterly helpless.
But what Grandpa Zhu never anticipated was that the instant he reached out to channel the energy into Xie Yufeng's body, things went awry.
To Grandpa Zhu's astonishment, Xie Yufeng sidestepped the strike with ease, shifting his body aside, his gaze hardening with incredulous shock. "An expert at the peak of the late Profound stage?"
"An expert at the peak of the initial Profound stage?" Grandpa Zhu was taken aback himself!
He had meant to teach Xie Yufeng a lesson, only to discover that the fellow before him was an expert too! Was this not a bit too theatrical? Scavenging junk along this very beach, of all places, and he had to run into a Profound-rank expert!
While Grandpa Zhu marveled at how young Xie Yufeng was, a knot of wariness tightened in his chest. It was not the man's strength he feared, but the exposure of his own identity. All these years, under orders from the family head, he had stayed at Chen Xi and her mother's side, swallowing his pride and never once slipping up — and now, of all times, things had gone wrong.
Fortunately, Chen Xi knew nothing of the martial world's rankings of strength, and could not possibly make sense of what Xie Yufeng had just said. At that thought, Grandpa Zhu's heart settled.
"Boy, apologize to us and we'll let this matter drop. If not — hmph, hmph." Now that the other side already knew his true strength, there was no point in Grandpa Zhu playing soft-spoken; he delivered his threat in a cold voice.
"Apologize? Which family do you belong to?" Xie Yufeng was not afraid; he simply stared down the old man. In his view, the fellow must belong to some clan, and once he named the Yu family, he doubted the old man would dare lay a finger on him.
"And which family are you from?" Grandpa Zhu frowned.
"I am of the Yu family!" Xie Yufeng declared with arrogance. "If you've any sense, scram and don't get in the way of my important business — or else, hmph, hmph!"
"The Yu family? Which Yu family?" Grandpa Zhu asked mildly.
"The Yu family of Yanjing — you've never heard of us? The foremost of the nine great clans!" Xie Yufeng snorted coldly.
"I thought you meant the hidden Yu family — turns out it's only the secular Yu family," Grandpa Zhu said flatly. "Since you won't apologize, take a palm strike from me!"
With that, Grandpa Zhu raised his hand to backhand him.
But before the slap could land, a voice rang out: "Hold on!"
"Wei Zhao — what are you doing here?" Xie Yufeng ground his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.