Chapter 4814 — How Do You Even Borrow a Knife Now?
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Though he had suffered a great loss in the Mystic-Tier Seas, Leng Rufeng remained a banner figure among the disciples of Xiangyun Academy. Everyone knew the fellow was full of pride, and now he was willingly becoming another man's subordinate—and that man was a Nascent Soul expert a full major realm below him. The whole affair was simply unbelievable!
Others merely treated it as gossip and argued it back and forth. But when Ren Zhongyuan heard the news, his vision went black and he took a great tumble on the spot. By the time he groggily came to, two days had passed, and his whole body was weak and feeble—he had, astonishingly enough, fallen gravely ill.
The five-element killing qi inside him was far more stubborn than expected; even with Ren Tiansuo personally intervening, it had yet to be fully dissolved. And he had been pent up with frustration all this time, so the sudden surge of rage to his heart meant he truly deserved this serious illness.
Yi Xiaotian came to visit him and was startled out of his wits at the sight of how frail he was. It was lucky Ren Tiansuo was there; otherwise, in Ren Zhongyuan's present state, any worsening of his condition would have been impossible to predict.
He had assumed Ren Zhongyuan had merely fallen ill from sheer fury, but he truly had never imagined that a perfectly healthy man could be angered into such a half-dead state. So there really were people in this world who could be angered to death!
"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!" Even reduced to such weakness, Ren Zhongyuan still could not stop brooding over Wei Zhao. He had no strength left to gnash his teeth, but the venom in his eyes grew ever more chilling and horrifying.
Yet what use was refusal to accept it? Leng Rufeng had now thrown in his lot completely with Wei Zhao, and with a henchman of such formidable strength guarding him, their earlier plans had become utter illusions. After all, being a henchman, how could he possibly abandon the leader's woman and leave her unattended?
Not only was his strength so great that there was no dealing with him, but more critically, Leng Rufeng knew every one of them inside and out—no stir or whisper could escape his eyes. Ren Zhongyuan and the others were all but helpless against him. How were they supposed to manage this?
What left Ren Zhongyuan most helpless of all was that even with him gravely ill like this, his father Ren Tiansuo still showed no intention of standing up for him. Instead he ordered him to rest and recover, and even imposed a grounding order. That was what chafed Ren Zhongyuan most—otherwise, if his old man had been willing to act, what the hell was a piece of trash like Leng Rufeng?
Faced with this outcome, Yi Xiaotian was also speechless. If it had been him who fell gravely ill, the old man would have grabbed his blade and charged into the fray long ago—how could he have remained as calm as Ren Tiansuo? Truly worthy of the academy's number two higher-up, a great figure who had risen to the rank of chief alchemist; such depth of scheming and temperament was genuinely beyond the reckoning of ordinary men.
The two stared at each other for a long while. Seeing Ren Zhongyuan on the verge of coughing up blood from frustration again, Yi Xiaotian suddenly said, "Actually, we still have one option—it just depends on whether you dare, Brother Ren."
"Out with it!" Ren Zhongyuan glared. "I'm already sick like this—what wouldn't I dare? As long as it can do Wei Zhao in, I'd dare do anything!"
"Heh heh, my method comes down to four words: borrow a knife to kill." Yi Xiaotian said with a cold smile.