Chapter 4665 — The Veiled Beauty

"Can I? Hahahaha, Wei Zhao, you really are something—that's the funniest joke I've heard in my whole life. Maybe you should just switch careers and become a comedian!" Kang Jingming doubled over with laughter, nearly rolling on the ground.

"What? Is it that funny?" Wei Zhao gave him an amused glance, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. "Instead of laughing at me, you'd better find a mirror and take a look at yourself. What on earth are you wearing? Planning to switch careers and play Ultraman?"

"Hmph, if I'm Ultraman, then who's the monster? Care to give it a try, classmate Wei Zhao?" Kang Jingming snorted coldly, then fixed Wei Zhao with a malicious stare. "Heh heh, let me say this upfront: once we're inside, you'd best not provoke me. For the sake of us both being disciples of the Threefold Pavilion of North Island, I don't want to earn a reputation for slaughtering my own fellow disciples. But if you go asking for trouble yourself—heh heh..."

Having finally gotten his hands on such formidable top-tier weapons as the intelligent armor and the laser cannon, Kang Jingming genuinely harbored the desire to finish Wei Zhao off. After all, an opportunity like this was rare and precious. Yet at the thought of his superiors' orders, he had no choice but to let it go.

Having witnessed firsthand just how terrifying the Center was, he would not dare defy the will of the mysterious figure even with ten thousand times the courage. However formidable the weapons in his hands, Kang Jingming absolutely would not dare—the weapons were given by them, after all. If he truly entertained such a notion, they would not even need to lift a finger; they could very likely just detonate him by remote control, and he would die without ever knowing how.

But then again, although the mysterious figure had warned them not to provoke Wei Zhao, both Xu Lingchong and Kang Jingming understood this as no more than the higher-ups not yet wanting Wei Zhao dead for the time being. Their current task was to prevent Wei Zhao from becoming Ning Xuefei's husband, so targeting him during the trial was only natural.

Since they could not kill him, there was surely no problem with crippling him, was there? They had already swallowed so many silent losses at Wei Zhao's hands. This time, one way or another, they had to collect some interest.

Listening to this sharp exchange between Wei Zhao and Kang Jingming, the bystanders could tell the atmosphere was tense, but they truly could not make sense of it. Every one of them wore a look of utter bewilderment.

These two were spouting vocabulary exclusive to the mundane world. For these natives of Cloud Tier Island to understand it would have been a true ghost sighting. They had not the faintest idea what was being said—mobile phone? Ultraman? What on earth were these things?!

Watching Kang Jingming's smug expression, Wei Zhao could not help but curve his lips into an amused arc. The intelligent armor and the laser cannon were indeed not to be underestimated—especially the latter, a veritable engine of destruction made for backstabbing. But for this creature to think it could deal with him this way was far too naive, was it not?

Did he really think high-level cultivators were all idle wastrels? Even an ordinary expert at the Nascent Soul stage was already terrifying; whether a laser cannon could kill one was still an open question. Never mind an existence like Wei Zhao, who far surpassed ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

By the looks of it, this Kang Jingming really had learned nothing at all. All those losses he had suffered before had clearly gone in one ear and out the other—a rare specimen indeed.

Wei Zhao smiled faintly, too lazy to waste more breath on Kang Jingming. He would rather spend the time saying a few more words to Han Jingyi and Shangguan Lan'er; he was not in the habit of wasting saliva on a fool.

Yet what caught Wei Zhao somewhat off guard was that at this moment a woman's voice suddenly drifted over: "What is Ultraman?"

Someone was actually striking up a conversation on her own initiative? Wei Zhao was briefly taken aback. He turned toward the voice and saw a woman wearing a veil slowly making her way over.

Though her face could not be seen clearly, her figure was exquisitely lithe and shapely—even the loose, voluminous robe could not conceal the graceful rises and falls beneath, stirring in one an irresistible sense of tender pity.

It was not only Wei Zhao. At this moment everyone in the plaza was looking at this woman who had suddenly spoken—especially the men present, each of whom could not help but gulp fiercely, their gazes burning.

Shangguan Lan'er and Han Jingyi were both peerless beauties, the kind of delicate creatures who inspired in all who saw them a reluctance to profane them. Ordinary women simply could not compare with the two of them, and would only suffer by contrast; only Ning Xuefei, Princess of West Island, could stand on equal footing with them.

Of course, in terms of beauty, Ning Shanghe, the Island Lord of West Island, was in no way their inferior either. It was just that the halo of power surrounding this top-tier figure was far too dazzling—no normal person would ever think of her in terms of beauty.

Yet the woman who had appeared this time, though her face remained hidden, was already, judging by her figure alone, a peerless beauty of the same caliber as Shangguan Lan'er and the others. And because she wore a veil, she was in fact even more alluring than Shangguan Lan'er and the rest.

To men, the unknown was always brimming with mystery and imagination, impossible to resist.

"Hey there, beauty! I'm Kang Jingming, and this is my divine weapon armor—very impressive, I tell you! How about we team up once we're inside? I'll lead the way and guarantee you come back loaded with loot!" Kang Jingming's eyes shone and his mouth watered, his face utterly unable to conceal its lecherous look.

Granted, there were peerless beauties right before him, but he dared not touch Shangguan Lan'er; Han Jingyi was plainly Wei Zhao's woman; and as for Ning Xuefei, one had to wait until the trial was won. Every one of these beauties he could only feast his eyes on. But now a stranger had suddenly appeared—a delicate creature likely no less beautiful than those three. How could that not drive a man mad?

Not far away, Xu Lingchong, hearing Kang Jingming issue this invitation on his own initiative, could not help but frown slightly. Yet after a glance at the woman, he still said nothing.

Ever since the plan had been reported to the higher-ups, Xu Lingchong might still be the person in charge, but the de facto leader had become Kang Jingming. So Kang Jingming did have some say, after all. Moreover, having such a peerless beauty along would be a feast for the eyes—a boon any man would crave, and even Xu Lingchong, incomplete man that he was, would not object.

"Oh..." The woman glanced at the obsequiously leering Kang Jingming, gave an ambiguous nod, then turned her gaze back to Wei Zhao. "Then can we team up and do the trial together?"

At these words, another uproar swept through the plaza. Every man looked at Wei Zhao with envy, jealousy, and hatred—expressions that practically screamed murder.

He already had so many peerless beauties at his side, and now a newcomer had appeared and was actually striking up a conversation with him on her own! Damn it, this brat's luck with women was simply outrageous—was there no justice left in the world? What were they, these lovelorn singles whom nobody gave a second glance, supposed to feel?!

Hearing this, Wei Zhao frowned slightly and reexamined the woman before him, a quiet puzzlement rising in his heart. Coming to him out of nowhere to team up—what did that mean? (To be continued)