Chapter 4811 — Let Me Tell You Something
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"Only halfway?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. The Beauty Pill was a seventh-grade elixir; by all rights, restoring her appearance should have been a simple matter. Could something be wrong with the pill? That seemed unlikely—when he had first obtained the Beauty Pill, he had personally examined it.
"Only half its effect?" Wei Zhao was stunned. The Beauty Pill was a seventh-grade elixir. Restoring her appearance should have been an easy matter—could there be something wrong with the pill? That seemed unlikely. When he first received the Beauty Pill, he had examined it himself.
"The burns on Qianxue's face have healed, but the wounds where the venom seeped in simply refuse to close. It's all those damned bastards. Damn them!" As he spoke, Leng Rufeng's eyes shot fire, and he brought his fist down hard on the thick stone table. His fist, unguarded by true qi, left mottled marks of blood.
"The burns on Qianxue's face have healed, but the wounds where the venom invaded have never been able to close. It's all those damned bastards. Bastards!" As Leng Rufeng spoke, his eyes were blazing with fire, and he slammed a heavy fist onto the thick stone table. His fist, unprotected by true qi, immediately left mottled bloodstains.
"Venom?" Wei Zhao recalled the sight from that time. Though he had only caught a hurried glimpse, the condition of Yang Qianshuang's face had truly been shocking to behold, far more severe than any case he had ever seen. In particular, the wounds soaked through with venom had festered without healing for so long that they had sunk to the bone; the Beauty Pill alone might well not be enough to cure them.
"Venom?" Wei Zhao thought back to what he had seen then. Although he had only caught a hurried glance, the state of Yang Qianshuang's face had indeed been shocking, far more serious than any case he had ever seen. In particular, the wounds soaked in venom had festered and never healed, penetrating to the very marrow—the Beauty Pill alone might truly not be enough.
Leng Rufeng said no more. In low spirits, he sat down right there on the ground in the courtyard, formally taking up his post as Ning Xuefei's close guard. That the Beauty Pill had failed to fully restore Yang Qianshuang's appearance was his own affair, and no blame could be laid at Wei Zhao's feet; so even though his mind was in utter turmoil, he still had to keep his part of the bargain.
Leng Rufeng said no more. Dispirited, he sat down on the ground in the courtyard then and there, formally beginning his service as Ning Xuefei's guard. The Beauty Pill's failure to fully restore Yang Qianshuang's appearance was his own affair, and he could not blame Wei Zhao for it. So although his mind was in a turmoil, he still had to honor the agreement.
Seeing this, Wei Zhao said nothing further; after a word with Ning Xuefei, he went back to his room. He had promised Leng Rufeng a Thunder Profound Pill, and these past three days, having been with Huo Yudie and Ning Xuefei, he had found no time to spare. Now that Leng Rufeng stood guard and he need no longer worry about Ning Xuefei's safety, it was the perfect chance to refine pills in peace.
Seeing this, Wei Zhao did not say much either. After exchanging a word with Ning Xuefei, he returned to his room. He had promised to give Leng Rufeng a Thunder Profound Pill, but these past three days, being with Huo Yudie and Ning Xuefei, he had not found time to spare. Now with Leng Rufeng standing guard, he no longer needed to worry about Ning Xuefei's safety, so it was the perfect time to refine pills at ease.
A day later, when Wei Zhao emerged from his room, he had eight Thunder Profound Pills on him. He had not used up all the Thunder Mystic Vine at once; this time he had used only about a quarter of it. In any case, the Thunder Mystic Vine was stored within his jade pendant's space, and he often nourished it with the power of thunder and lightning, so there was no fear of its withering.