Chapter 2793 — Everyone Stunned
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Wei Zhao was startled. His guess had come true: Feng Shihua was indeed of the ancient Feng family, and cousin to Feng Nitian besides. That being so, he would have to be careful and guard himself.
"No—surely not? I'd heard Feng Nitian was arrogant and overbearing, set on contending for the position of young heir. How can you still seek medicine for him? Doesn't that threaten your own standing?" Ge Xian was plainly a man well supplied with news, and he spoke with some puzzlement. "Brother Feng, I take you for an honest man—don't nurse a tiger to your own harm. Cure him, and he'll turn round and threaten you! Don't mind my speaking out of turn, Brother Feng; I say it for your sake."
"Ge Xian, I know you mean well for me. It's all right." Feng Shihua shook his head, unconcerned. "My mother has often told me to guard against Nitian. But I keep thinking—Nitian is my cousin. I can't simply stand by and do nothing."
"Oh? Then do you hate the one who wounded Nitian?" Zhao Qilei suddenly ventured.
"Hate?" Feng Shihua was taken aback, then shook his head. "In the trial he was outmatched, and losing was losing. I know Nitian's temper: unless he meant to put another to death, no one would have struck so ruthlessly. I understand everything you say—I'm no fool; how could I not? It's only that I think, after all, he is my younger brother..."
"Ha, do you know why I came to enter the trial?" Zhao Qilei smiled and asked instead.
"Oh? Why?" Feng Shihua was rather curious too. Generally speaking, the hidden stratum rarely sent anyone to the Xuandan Sect's trial—the sons of hidden families were on the whole not very strong, and even the elite among them mostly stood at Profound Rank. Many who came never returned, and so in time the hidden families stopped sending people. The ancient sects and ancient families, by contrast, had more disciples of that caliber, and more of them eager to win merit for sect or family; thus most participants came from the ancient stratum.
"Because I have a cousin who wanted me dead. He had my grandfather send me here to die." Zhao Qilei sighed. "Luckily the leader has looked after me—otherwise I surely would not have come back this time."
Feng Shihua fell silent. In truth, when his third uncle had sent him to the trial, he had known what it meant. His third uncle had sent him either to return safely with the Great Returning Pill, or to die here. Others might not know, but he knew very well: his third uncle had a bastard son outside. Once he himself was dead and Nitian could not recover, the grandfather would have no choice but to take that bastard back into the clan and restore him to the Feng family. All this Feng Shihua knew—but his nature was what it was, and could not be changed.
"But I cannot bring myself to do such a thing..." Feng Shihua sighed and said.
"To be frank with you—Feng Nitian was crippled by me," Wei Zhao suddenly spoke up.
"What?" Feng Shihua was struck dumb, and Ge Xian too!