Chapter 4003 — One More
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Only now did Xu Lingchong remember: a curly bear paired with Immortal Drunk was a combination universally acknowledged as forbidden. Getting a curly bear to drink at all was trouble enough; now, thanks to the Immortal Drunk, it had been driven straight into the ultimate state of liquor-frenzy. If a man insisted on courting death, not even the gods could stop him.
"Young Master Xu, you'd best grit your teeth and bear the pain. Otherwise you'll draw the attention of the big shots downstairs, and that wouldn't be good at all," Wei Zhao suddenly remarked from the side, his words laden with meaning.
Of course, Wei Zhao was only making idle talk. The rooms of these big shots had all been fitted with restrictive wards by high-level cultivators long ago. Everyone here was a master of the heavenly way, able to sense with their divine consciousness what others were doing at the slightest effort. Without such wards, no one would have any secrets at all. Even if Xu Lingchong screamed his head off, no one would hear a thing.
"What the hell are you—" Xu Lingchong had gotten only halfway through his sentence when a crack sounded from below. The enormous shears pressed against his crotch snapped shut in the little curly bear's paws.
For an instant, the whole world went silent.
Staring blankly at the pool of blood beneath him, Xu Lingchong could not, for a long while, work out what had happened. To be precise, he had already worked it out—he simply dared not believe it. The shock was so great that he did not even feel the searing pain radiating from below.
Wei Zhao, watching this scene, was also stunned for a long moment before he finally recovered his wits. At last he murmured, "The cultivation world has gained itself another eunuch."
A short while later, Wei Zhao finally suppressed the effects of the Immortal Drunk once more and regained his mobility. Xu Lingchong, by contrast, simply sat there frozen and shattered, not making a sound or a movement from beginning to end. He even forgot to ask Wei Zhao what he had meant by "another."
Even so, Wei Zhao did not dare underestimate him in the slightest. To be transformed from a man into a eunuch in an instant—and this man, no less, was Xu Lingchong, a young master of the Chongtian Pavilion who could summon wind and call rain and whose future had been boundless. What such a man might do after so cataclysmic a change was utterly impossible to predict.
Xu Lingchong might be in a sorry state, but he was still a master at the great perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage. If he truly lost all reason and went on a rampage, then barring outside intervention, it would be all but impossible for Wei Zhao to walk away from this room unscathed.
Keeping his eyes fixed on Xu Lingchong, Wei Zhao rose warily and, reaching behind the little curly bear—which still seemed eager for more and was preparing to snip Xu Lingchong one more time—caught it up in his arms and dragged it back.
Strange as it was, after liquor-frenzy took hold, the curly bear clan—save for a rare few exceptionally powerful individuals—generally lost their reason and could no longer tell friend from foe. Yet this little curly bear offered no resistance whatsoever when Wei Zhao seized it. Apart from looking rather different than before, it did not struggle in the least; instead, it scrambled up Wei Zhao's arm and perched on his shoulder.
It gave one the impression that after liquor-frenzy, this little creature had grown only a shade more violent and reckless than usual—its mind, astonishingly, still seemed clear. That was truly unexpected. Had it truly gone berserk, mindlessly on a rampage, it would likely not have been Xu Lingchong alone who got snipped; Wei Zhao himself might well have fallen victim too.