Chapter 4811 — Let Me Tell You Something

The truth was, a discussion of the crisis could only end inconclusively. But since she had come all this way, Huo Yudie was not about to leave so soon; she deliberately stayed on for several more days. With Ning Xuefei it was easy enough, but her chances to be with Wei Zhao were few and far between.

It was a pity that across the whole of Xiangyun Academy there was only one Leng Rufeng. Otherwise, if guards with such presence were so easily found by the dozen, Leng Rufeng would not now inspire such awe and dread in every disciple.

In the end, the crisis meeting simply dissolved without resolution. Yet having come all this way, Huo Yudie could not bear to leave just like that, and deliberately stayed on for several more days. With Ning Xuefei things were simple enough, but her opportunities to be with Wei Zhao were few indeed.

The crisis discussion meeting could only end without any conclusion. But since she had already come, Huo Yudie was reluctant to go back just like that, and deliberately stayed a few more days. With Ning Xuefei it was easy enough, but her chances to gather with Wei Zhao were few and far between.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was only then that Huo Yudie reluctantly took her leave. Had the Morning Pride Academy not been on the verge of its disciple assessment, she would have been tempted to stay on indefinitely, ideally until Wei Zhao himself departed. Alas, things seldom go as one wishes.

Three days later, Huo Yudie finally left with great reluctance. If not for the fact that the Chenjiao Academy was about to conduct its disciple assessment, she would have been happy to stay on forever, preferably until Wei Zhao left. Unfortunately, things did not go as she wished.

After seeing off Liu Ziqi and Huo Yudie, apart from Chen Xinglan, who came by from time to time, only Wei Zhao and Ning Xuefei remained in the entire newcomers' courtyard. This suited Ning Xuefei's wishes perfectly, and it was a rare chance for the two of them to be alone together.

After bidding farewell to Liu Ziqi and Huo Yudie, apart from Chen Xinglan who came by from time to time, only Wei Zhao and Ning Xuefei remained in the entire newcomers' courtyard. This was exactly what Ning Xuefei wanted—another rare chance for just the two of them.

But before this betrothed couple could begin their tender, ambiguous moments, someone suddenly entered through the door—none other than Leng Rufeng.

But before this engaged couple could begin their romantic, intimate moments, a figure suddenly entered from outside the door—none other than Leng Rufeng.

Whether this was innate or acquired through long practice, from the very first time Wei Zhao met him, his expression had remained an unchanging mask of ice, and it was rare indeed to see any variation in it. But this time, that face bore a sorrow that was hard to put into words.

Whether this was something he was born with or had trained over time, ever since Wei Zhao first met him, his face had always worn the same unchangingly icy expression, and it was rare to see any change in it. But this time, that face actually carried an indescribable look of worry.

"What's wrong, Brother Leng?" Something stirred in Wei Zhao's heart; for Leng Rufeng to wear such a troubled frown, something had most likely happened on Yang Qianshuang's side.

"What is it, Brother Leng?" A thought stirred in Wei Zhao's heart. For Leng Rufeng to be so deeply troubled, something must have happened on Yang Qianshuang's side.

Leng Rufeng glanced at Wei Zhao and sighed. "Qianxue took the Beauty Pill, but it only worked halfway."

Leng Rufeng glanced at Wei Zhao and sighed. "Qianxue took the Beauty Pill, but it only had half its effect."

"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.