Chapter 3798 — Tight-Lipped
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He had clearly taken a near-fatal wound, yet after Wei Zhao's treatment, not only were his injuries healed—his very strength and realm had advanced a great step forward!
What in the world kind of healing was this? Even the legendary fourth-grade Great Return Pill could not produce such outrageous, heaven-defying effects!
Seeing Qiao Hongcai struck dumb, mouth agape, unable to speak for a long while, Wei Zhao said in puzzlement, "What's wrong? Is something not right?"
To his surprise, Qiao Hongcai gulped down a few mouthfuls of saliva, turned his head, and asked with the gravest earnestness, "Leader, you're not some deity or mighty power reborn, are you?"
"A deity or mighty power? Reborn?" Wei Zhao was caught between laughter and tears at the words.
Powerful cultivators there might be in this world, able to fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth and do all things, but there had never been any so-called deities or mighty powers—myth and legend and the real world of cultivation were two entirely different concepts.
"Oh, I get it. You're an exalted one reborn, unfathomable, and no one else can be allowed to know, right? Rest easy, rest easy—I will absolutely keep my mouth shut!" Qiao Hongcai pledged again and again.
Apart from that explanation, with his meager store of knowledge he simply could not imagine how an ordinary cultivator of the secular world could possess Wei Zhao's heaven-defying capabilities—there was just no explaining it!
Faced with this clownish performance, Wei Zhao could only answer with a roll of his eyes. He waved a hand and said, "One look at you and I know there's nothing serious left. I'm off. These next few days, seize the time to adjust and acclimate yourself properly—another hard fight is waiting for you in the next round, so don't get careless."
With that, Wei Zhao did not linger. He turned and left the cave dwelling. It happened to be the hour at which he daily infused true qi into the spirit-herb seeds—a matter of grave importance that could not be lightly delayed.
"Don't worry, Leader. I'll teach that scum a proper lesson!" Qiao Hongcai, the grin wiped from his face, said gravely to Wei Zhao's retreating back.
The hard fight Wei Zhao spoke of was, of course, against Meng Zhou again—Qiao Hongcai knew this perfectly well.
Though Meng Zhou could never receive treatment from Leader Wei Zhao, Meng Jueming, the managing senior brother, would surely scrounge up all manner of healing pills to salvage his face and have Meng Zhou restored before the next round began.
Of that there was no doubt. Even if Meng Jueming lacked the wealth and resources himself, one had only to remember that behind them stood Xu Lingchong, a young master of deep background. A fourth-grade Great Return Pill was something others might encounter but never seek, yet for Young Master Xu it was plainly no problem at all.
A battle that had clearly left both sides broken had been forced by Hu Yunfeng into a verdict of Qiao Hongcai the loser and Meng Zhou the winner. Given Qiao Hongcai's nature—one that hated evil as a personal enemy—this grievance could hardly be swallowed forever.
Had his grave injuries remained unhealed, that would have been one thing. Hot-tempered as Qiao Hongcai was, he was not so foolish as to drag his wounded body up to be trampled. But now that Wei Zhao had healed him, leaving him in a state surpassing even his former prime, if he could still hold back from revenge, then he would not be Qiao Hongcai at all.
True, Qiao Hongcai could go back today and challenge Meng Zhou again—he had not yet challenged anyone else, so he was fully entitled to do so. But that way, though he would put on his tough front, the matter of Leader Wei Zhao healing him would also easily come to light!