Chapter 4936 — Who Can Prove It?
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But now, upon hearing Wei Zhao declare himself Zhang Lifeng's final disciple, the Alliance Chairman's eyes lit up at once.
"You are an alchemist?" the Alliance Chairman asked instinctively. Had Wei Zhao not said so himself, the thought would never have crossed his mind; after all, an alchemist was practically synonymous with frailty—who had ever heard of an alchemist as ferocious as Wei Zhao?
Counting them off, there was likely only one alchemist in the world with such strength—Zhang Lifeng. And perhaps even he could not match this Wei Zhao; to cut down an early Kaishan-stage expert while only at the early Xuansheng stage—Zhang Lifeng had never boasted such an outrageous battle record back in his day.
"Yellow-Rank, first grade," Wei Zhao said. He was a past master at spinning lies, not even batting an eyelid, calm and unhurried, his tone brimming with such confidence that the other man had no choice but to believe him.
"Truly? You are not pulling my leg?" The Alliance Chairman was startled yet again. So young, yet possessed of such strength—among all the top-tier geniuses he had ever laid eyes on, Wei Zhao was unquestionably second to none. And yet this very same fellow claimed to be a Yellow-Rank first-grade alchemist? This was defying the heavens themselves!
Had anyone else said such a thing, the Alliance Chairman would have slapped him flying on the spot. To bump into a Yellow-Rank first-grade alchemist at random here in the Yellow-Rank sea region—did the boy take him for a fool?
But Wei Zhao was different. The mere feat of toppling Zang Zili had already made him sit up and take notice. When others claimed to be Yellow-Rank first-grade alchemists, he did not believe them; but coming from Wei Zhao's mouth, the claim genuinely warranted consideration, for it might well be true—the man did, after all, style himself the final disciple of Zhang Lifeng, the Pill God!
If that identity were genuine, then there was nothing strange about this Wei Zhao being a Yellow-Rank first-grade alchemist. To become Zhang Lifeng's final disciple, one had to possess surpassing alchemical talent; such a person ranked even above ordinary personal disciples. If a figure like that were not a Yellow-Rank first-grade alchemist, that would be the real anomaly.
"Heh. With the Chairman's wisdom, do you truly think I could deceive you?" Wei Zhao slipped the man a compliment without missing a beat. Everyone loves flattery, and a lofty personage like the Alliance Chairman was no exception.
The Alliance Chairman's expression indeed softened somewhat, though not enough to make him swallow Wei Zhao's bare words whole. The Yellow-Rank first-grade alchemist claim was the boy's own; the final-disciple-of-Zhang-Liju claim was likewise his own; there was not even a single witness. Who was to say the brat was not simply boasting to cow him?
"Who can prove it?" the Alliance Chairman asked in a low voice.
"There—just go ask that little girl." Wei Zhao gestured with his eyes toward Ni Caiyue, not far off. Privately, he was elated: the very fact that the man had asked meant he had already taken the bait.
Wei Zhao could hardly be called a Yellow-Rank first-grade alchemist in the true sense, for he had never refined a Yellow-Rank first-grade pill. But that did not stop him from using the gimmick to lure the other man in—and it was not a sheer fabrication, either.
After all, in a certain sense, Wei Zhao's alchemical skill did far surpass that of an ordinary seventh-grade alchemist; otherwise, Qing Xuanzi would never have begged so eagerly to take him as master. Under the circumstances, passing himself off as Yellow-Rank first-grade was hardly overstepping.