Chapter 4003 — One More
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Seeing that Xu Lingchong still had not reacted, Wei Zhao, without betraying a thing, carefully gathered up the unconscious Shangguan Lan'er—she who had been force-fed the Immortal Drunk—held his breath, and on tiptoe, step by step, backed out of the room.
By all logic, if Xu Lingchong had retained even half a shred of clarity, he could not possibly have failed to strike at the little curly bear, nor could he have let Wei Zhao carry Shangguan Lan'er away. Yet the reality was that the man had been utterly shattered from first to last, staring blankly at the pool of fresh blood beneath him as though completely blind to the world around him.
Only after he had carried Shangguan Lan'er safely out of the third floor did Wei Zhao finally let out a long breath. Standing at the top of the stairs, he could now be seen by those below; even if Xu Lingchong gave chase, so long as Wei Zhao made the slightest commotion and drew attention, someone would naturally head him off.
This birthday banquet had truly been a heart-stopping affair! Even now, for all Wei Zhao's composure, he could not help but feel a chill down his spine. That had indeed been a bit too reckless!
He had assumed the wine would not affect him much—after all, back in the mortal world, Wei Zhao had been a man who could drain a thousand cups without falling. But the Immortal Drunk had proven to be exactly what its name promised.
Still, Wei Zhao did not regret it. The jade pendant's space could have stored the wine in his cup, but Wei Zhao had not dared risk it. These masters of the heavenly way were nothing like the ordinary cultivators of the mortal world, and Xu Lingchong's strength, moreover, was plain for all to see—far above Wei Zhao's own. The slightest slip could invite far greater trouble! Xu Lingchong, after all, had been watching him like a hawk. Such tricks could only be done when no one was looking. He could not afford to be careless.
Just then a familiar voice sounded beside his ear: "Hm? Little Junior Brother, why are you carrying me?"
Wei Zhao gave a start. In his arms, Shangguan Lan'er was staring at him in astonishment. He hastily let go, setting her down with some embarrassment, and could not help asking in wonder, "You were force-fed Immortal Drunk—and you're perfectly fine?"
In his eyes, even he himself had only barely managed to suppress the Immortal Drunk's effects with great difficulty. With Shangguan Lan'er's strength—peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage—it should have been even harder for her to withstand. Yet now she looked as though the Immortal Drunk had had no effect on her at all.
"Immortal Drunk?" Shangguan Lan'er rubbed her aching nape—the very spot where Xu Lingchong had knocked her out—looking utterly bewildered. "I was force-fed Immortal Drunk? But isn't that Little Bai's favorite thing? When did I drink any of that? Wasn't I just talking to you, Little Junior Brother?"
This young lady really was slow on the uptake! Wei Zhao shook his head, speechless. "You were knocked unconscious just now, and he force-fed you the Immortal Drunk. I thought you'd be muddled senseless like Little Bai..."
"Not at all! When Little Bai drinks Immortal Drunk, sure, it goes a little wild, but the more it drinks, the livelier it gets—it's actually perfectly clear-headed. And not just Little Bai: your senior sister isn't afraid of that stuff either. Grandpa had me soaking in tubs of all kinds of spirit medicine every day since I was small, so I'm immune to a hundred poisons. Ordinary drugs don't work on me at all, and neither does Immortal Drunk." Shangguan Lan'er lifted her chin smugly.
"Immune to a hundred poisons? I see." Wei Zhao finally understood. Immune to a hundred poisons—he too had been raised soaking in such tubs back in the mortal world, except that it had stopped working once he reached Cloud Terrace Island. The poisons on Cloud Terrace Island were ones he had never even heard of. (To be continued.)