Chapter 4808 — The Campus Belle's Close-Range Bodyguard
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"I'll give you a Beauty Pill, and on top of that, a Thunder Mystery Pill. That should settle it, no? No other conditions—just protect Feifei well for me at the academy from now on, and don't let fools like Ren Zhongyuan harass her," Wei Zhao said calmly.
The arena fell silent for a beat.
At these words, the whole arena erupted once more. A grade-seven Beauty Pill plus a grade-seven Thunder Mystery Pill—wasn't that far too frightening a gesture? Worthy of the Western Isle's son-in-law indeed. Damn, what wealth and swagger!
Leng Rufeng was struck dumb.
Leng Rufeng stared at Wei Zhao, tongue-tied, and it was a long while before he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "If you'd said so earlier, why the hell would I have fought at all!"
He could hardly believe his ears.
He had worn himself out trading blows with Wei Zhao for half a month—all for the sake of the Beauty Pill and the Thunder Mystery Pill. Had he known surrendering would get him them too, why would he ever have gone to such trouble?!
Wei Zhao chuckled.
"Heh. If we hadn't fought a few good rounds, how would I know whether you're worth the price?" Wei Zhao laughed. In truth, he had simply gotten a taste for it and grown addicted; half a month of fighting Leng Rufeng had raised him two levels. From now on, he would have to spar often when he had the chance. Who knew, he might rise a few more levels yet.
Of course, that was only Wei Zhao's own fantasy.
Of course, this was only Wei Zhao's own fantasy. The reason he had been able to advance so quickly this time owed largely to the grave injuries he had suffered during the Western Isle trial. After a trip to the gates of hell and back, he had, in a sense, been reborn; add to that the mighty inheritance of the giant electric eel—though the power of lightning was of little use to him for the moment, it was more than enough to temper his flesh.
Day after day of injury had worn him down.
Moreover, wounded every single day for half a month, Wei Zhao had, apart from healing himself, taken no fewer than six Golden Pills of Gestation to replenish his vitality. With such immense medicinal power accumulated, breaking through and leveling up came as naturally as water flowing into a channel—after all, whatever else might be said, he was a perfect Nascent Soul.
A perfect Nascent Soul, no less.
"I'm dead tired. You're a real menace," Leng Rufeng said, shaking his head speechlessly with a strained smile. He was truly worn out in body and mind by Wei Zhao now; were it not for the crowd watching below, this Cold-Faced Blade God would have happily slumped down on the ground without a shred of dignity.
Still, it had been worth it.
Fortunately, the half month's hardship had not been in vain. With both the Beauty Pill and the Thunder Mystery Pill in hand, Yang Qianshuang's looks and strength now had every hope of returning to their former state. Cause for celebration indeed!
Below the stage, Ren Zhongyuan was seething.
The two onstage were both delighted, but below the stage, Ren Zhongyuan—just named by Wei Zhao—was truly beside himself with rage. Watching Leng Rufeng, the powerful piece he had pinned such hopes on, shake hands and make peace with Wei Zhao in public, he was dumbstruck. What the hell was going on?
He could not believe his eyes.
This was the formidable pawn he had spent a Beauty Pill and racked his brains to provoke into opposing Wei Zhao. Half a month of effort had not only failed to finish Wei Zhao off—how had the man instead become his bodyguard? The world was far too damn unpredictable!
His heart felt fit to burst.