Chapter 3832 — Something Is Off
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
So, with no opportunity at hand, Wei Zhao—for the sake of that one thread of survival—had no choice but to grit his teeth and court death, even if to others it looked like suicide. Others would say that if you do not court death, you will not die; but for Wei Zhao, it was the opposite—if he did not court death, death would come to him all the same.
And the way Wei Zhao courted death was simple and direct: to enrage Nan Tianyong.
Unlike the deep-scheming Yu Jiang, Nan Tianyong might be powerful and hold such a vital post as an inspecting deacon of the Soaring Heavens Pavilion, yet in temperament the man was far easier to handle than his disciple Yu Jiang. To provoke him was simplicity itself for Wei Zhao.
And indeed, things were unfolding exactly as Wei Zhao had foreseen. For a lowly ant who could be crushed at any moment to walk boldly up in front of everyone with such backing—even if he said nothing to provoke—in Nan Tianyong's eyes the act itself was already a provocation, an unforgivable provocation!
"I'm going to butcher that brat, absolutely!" Nan Tianyong stared at Wei Zhao's leisurely figure ahead and could not help but bare his teeth in a savage snarl.
Not far ahead lay the exit to the Back Street. He had already made up his mind: the moment that brat dared set foot outside, he would strike at once and kill him. To vent this foul temper, the bloodier the better!
Yet Yu Jiang, watching from the side, felt vaguely that something was off—though he could not put his finger on what. After all, from any angle, with a peak late-Foundation Establishment expert like Nan Tianyong making the move, no matter how many schemes that Lin Er might have, there was absolutely no chance he would survive.
Could it be that he meant to provoke his cheap master into a rage? The thought flashed through Yu Jiang's mind. If that was the intent, then it had indeed succeeded—but what use was it? It would only mean a faster death!
True enough, in a blind fury a man was more apt to expose openings he would never otherwise reveal—but such openings were only an opportunity when facing an expert of one's own level. Against Nan Tianyong and this Lin Er, however, no matter how many openings Nan Tianyong exposed, it was useless; and with Lin Er's mere peak early-Foundation Establishment strength, no matter how many opportunities came his way, he could never bring his opponent down. It would all come to nothing.
It was like a dragon against an ant: no matter how many fatal openings the dragon exposed, what of it? Could the ant seize the chance and slay the dragon?
Standing on the second floor of the Hong Merchant Guild, watching the scene below, Hong Zhong shook his head with a knowing smile. "Truly baffling, this young man who calls himself Lin Er. But it seems that this time, that fool Nan Tianyong is in for another bitter lesson."
What Wei Zhao had been doing during the hour he lingered in the Hong Merchant Guild, he, as the host, had seen perfectly clearly.
Truth be told, when he saw Wei Zhao's movements—especially after those movements had continued for a full hour—even an old hand like him could not suppress a sharp intake of breath. Though he did not know what strange technique Wei Zhao was brewing, the power hidden within it was such that even he, Hong Zhong, an unfathomable expert above Nan Tianyong's level, would not dare take it lightly.