Chapter 4494 — Too Many Idiot Pills
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More precisely, to split him off from Qi Mingyuan and the rest. Without question, the "heretical cultivator" Hai Wuliang kept repeating could only point to one man—Wei Zhao himself.
"Think it over?" Qi Mingyuan sneered in disdain. "Think over what? Whether to listen to your load of crap? Hai Wuliang, you think one sentence can tie my Qingtian Escort Agency to Longzhou Escort Agency? Do you really take yourself for such a big shot?"
"You—!" Hai Wuliang was choked off at once. He had never thought Qi Mingyuan could be so forceful before, but now that Qingtian Escort Agency had reached the top, the man had grown downright aggressive, not putting him in his eyes at all.
By his old domineering ways, if Qi Mingyuan had dared speak to him like this, Hai Wuliang would have stomped him down long ago—as the overlord of the escort agencies, he had every right to. But things were different now. In name, Qingtian Escort Agency was the next overlord of the escort world, and until the matter of the heretical cultivator was settled as fact, Hai Wuliang truly could not touch him.
"Qi Mingyuan, I'm giving you a way out. Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Using heretical cultivators to cheat for points—with a mess this big on your hands, what have you got to be so cocky about?" Hai Wuliang's expression shifted.
"Heretical cultivator? Hmph, that's a fine big hat to slap on. Let me ask you one thing: who in my Qingtian Escort Agency is a heretical cultivator?" Qi Mingyuan sneered. He of course knew the man meant Ling Yi. About anything else he would not dare speak, but that Ling Yi was a heretical cultivator like Wu Baoliang and Cheng Haonan—not even beating him to death would make him believe it.
"Ling Yi!" A flash of savagery crossed Hai Wuliang's face as he barked: "Do you dare say Ling Yi is not a heretical cultivator?"
For a moment, every gaze in the hall turned upon Wei Zhao with a measure of doubt and scrutiny. Wu Baoliang, Cheng Haonan, and this Ling Yi—they could be called the most memorable Golden Core experts of this assembly, their strength absolutely outrageous. And now that the first two had been proven heretical cultivators, what of this Ling Yi?
By this natural inertia of thought, the crowd at once set itself against Wei Zhao. This move of pushing with the current, leaving no trace of his hand, Hai Wuliang wielded with consummate skill.
Qi Mingyuan was about to retort when Wei Zhao stepped out from below the stage, glanced up at Hai Wuliang, and said with a curl of his lip: "Which of your eyes saw that I'm a heretical cultivator?"
"Hmph! Still quibbling at this late hour? Your techniques are the same as Wu Baoliang's—if you're not a heretical cultivator, then what? Are we to believe orthodox cultivators can now use the martial arts of heretical cultivators?" Hai Wuliang looked down on him with lofty contempt.
At this, the crowd nodded one after another. Heretical and orthodox cultivation were two utterly opposed systems—just as heretical cultivators could not use orthodox martial arts, so too could orthodox cultivators not use heretical martial arts. This was a principle everyone knew.
And the techniques Wei Zhao had just used, though at first glance somewhat different, were in essence the very same as Wu Baoliang's. Put this way by Hai Wuliang, the suspicion against him was indeed considerable.
"Heh. First let me ask you a question—have you been eating too many idiot pills?" Wei Zhao answered with a smiling question of his own.
"Hah?" Hai Wuliang was stunned. Though he had no idea what an "idiot pill" was supposed to be, Wei Zhao's mocking, jeering expression made it plain that it was no compliment. His face darkened at once. (To be continued...)