Chapter 4856 — He Flips Faster Than a Book's Pages
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Lu Dachang was caught on the horns. He looked at the Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass on the presiding platform, then at Wei Zhao standing there so composed, and for a moment did not know what to do.
"How about this—I'll give up the Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass and yield it to you outright," Wei Zhao said suddenly.
It was not only Lu Dachang who was stunned; the whole hall was collectively dumbfounded. He had just gained the upper hand—how had he turned around and handed it over? Did this Wei Zhao fear the old bastard's retaliation afterward?
"Truly?" Lu Dachang gave Wei Zhao a suspicious look.
"Of course. Not only do I yield the Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass to you, I will agree to refine it myself. Just bring the plant to me and I guarantee you one Nurturing Essence Pill," Wei Zhao said mildly.
"Ah? Well, that's wonderful—thank you so much!" Lu Dachang's expression changed on the spot. Had his face not been so red, his speed at turning it would have rivaled a chameleon's. His manner swung a full hundred and eighty degrees: "Master Lin! You're a real good man, this little Lu salutes you, thank you so very much! Er, Master Lin, I'll come find you in a bit!"
He was genuinely no fool at all. Wei Zhao was the stuff of legend—absolute success in pill refinement. Going to him was far more reliable than going to Qing Xuanzi. Otherwise, why would Qing Xuanzi be his disciple?
This plant of Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass could theoretically yield five portions of material, but that was theory alone—in practice it simply did not hold. Go to Qing Xuanzi: with luck, perhaps two pills; without luck, not even one. Far too risky.
Wei Zhao was different. Absolute success meant that once the Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass was in his hands, five Nurturing Essence Pills would inevitably be produced. Wei Zhao would give him only one, true—but one was already enough. After all, his son was only a single step from Nascent Soul grand completion; more would be useless.
On one side, a likely total loss; on the other, a guaranteed single pill. Even a fool would know how to choose—and Lu Dachang was no fool.
Lu Dachang came trotting over to Wei Zhao's side to curry favor. Everyone present, Wei Zhao included, was utterly dumbfounded. A moment ago it had been 'Grandpa Lu' this and 'Grandpa Lu' that; the instant the man offered to refine a pill, he had become 'little Lu.' Could this fellow not preserve even a shred of Opening-Mountain-stage titan dignity?!
Bao Zuoliang and Su Kesheng hid in a corner, exchanging looks, too shocked to speak for a long while. They had laid such an exquisite trap—and that fellow Lin had undone it with a mere two carelessly tossed sentences?
As for Wei Zhao, he could not help but exchange a knowing smile with Wang Xinyan and Huang Xiaotao. Those who became Opening-Mountain-stage titans were indeed never lamplight to be wasted. Lu Dachang's intelligence was not low in the least; his coarseness and rascality were pure act. Put plainly, it was nothing but a skin he wore to scrounge petty advantages and grab a share of the spoils.
Okuda Qi was like this; Qing Xuanzi was like this; now Lu Dachang had cropped up the same way. Wei Zhao could not help but begin to suspect that every titan and big shot in the Eastern Continent was cut from this same cloth—flipping faces faster than a book's pages turn. Had they all trained their thick hides on purpose? (To be continued.)
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