Chapter 4775 — On One Condition
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"A fifth-rank alchemist? No, I'm really not." Wei Zhao shook his head faintly—but before Ren Zhongyuan could laugh aloud in triumph, he added in that same mild tone, "Still, if it's only fifth-rank pills, I can refine a hundred in an hour. Curing everyone shouldn't be difficult."
The hall erupted. Everyone stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief—a hundred fifth-rank pills in a single hour? Just what was this fellow?
"Huh?" Ren Zhongyuan froze, then jabbed a finger at Wei Zhao's nose and shrieked, hopping with rage, "Impossible! You're talking shit! A hundred fifth-rank pills in an hour—even a seventh-rank alchemist like my father couldn't do it. Who do you think you are, a god? You're dreaming!"
"Heh, talk is cheap. Anyway, we've no other choice—might as well treat a dead horse as a live one. What harm is there in letting me try? Who knows, it might actually work?" Wei Zhao laughed, unbothered.
The others thought little of it, but Liu Ziqi's eyes lit up. In all the hall, only she, Huo Yudie, and Ning Xuefei knew Wei Zhao's true mettle—this was the formidable fellow who had refined eight Thunder Mystery Pills in a single day. A hundred fifth-rank pills in an hour sounded outrageous, but for Wei Zhao it was not necessarily beyond reach.
And even if he could not, he was still better than Ren Zhongyuan with his one pill an hour. Only if Wei Zhao stepped in would the many Eastern Continent disciples here have a glimmer of hope; otherwise they could only sit and wait for death.
"In that case, let the two of you each refine pills—however many you can produce, so be it. All our lives rest in your hands; you must give it your all," Liu Ziqi decided on the spot.
Wei Zhao naturally had no objection. Ren Zhongyuan shot him a cold glance. Today, thanks to Liu Ziqi's protection, he could not put the boy to death—but matters having come this far, the situation was not without its uses.
His eyes darting about, Ren Zhongyuan had paper and brush brought, and with sweeping flourishes listed a number of ingredients upon it. Then he said coldly to Wei Zhao, "I don't care what scheme you're cooking up, but since it's come to this, I'll say no more. This is the antidote formula."
Wei Zhao reached out to take it. Though antidote pills all broadly follow a template, there is no such thing in this world as an absolutely universal antidote—to truly neutralize a poison one must treat the specific cause. Wei Zhao had never even heard of the heart-piercing anemone before; to refine a cure he could only rely on the formula Ren Zhongyuan provided.
But Ren Zhongyuan suddenly drew the formula back and snorted, "This is a fifth-rank formula—something you couldn't buy on the open market. And you want to just take it so casually? That's hardly knowing how to deal with people."
Liu Ziqi was about to speak, but Wei Zhao silenced her with a look, and regarded Ren Zhongyuan with easy composure. "Then what do you want? Don't tell me you expect me to pay spirit jade for it?"
"Hmph, as if I'd care about your pittance of spirit jade!" Ren Zhongyuan curled his lip in disdain, then proposed with ulterior motive, "How about this: I'll give you the formula, but you must agree to one condition."