Chapter 11625 — Heaven's Calamities May Be Forgiven
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
"Since you refuse to see reason, don't blame me for leaving you no way out."
"Wei Zhao, running into me means this calamity was fated for you. When you die in a moment, don't harbor too much resentment—after all, you brought it all on yourself."
As he spoke, an unprecedented, surging tide of fortune qi rushed together in the palm of his hand.
Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched slightly.
Here in the Inner Royal Court, fortune qi was still the hard currency everyone chased after, but it was no longer any rare thing; plenty of people casually threw around tens of thousands—even hundreds of thousands—of it without batting an eye.
But fortune qi condensing to the degree before his eyes now—that was something Wei Zhao had never seen before.
A full million in fortune qi!
Having taken Nightfall Palace, Wei Zhao's net worth now far exceeded ten million in fortune qi; if one really sat down to reckon it, he was a solid hundred million plus!
But when all was said and done, that was his net worth—not the liquid fortune qi he could call upon at any given moment.
Net worth and cash were two different things.
A million in fortune qi gathered in one place—wherever it was placed, it carried an incomparable visual impact.
Especially since this was no ordinary fortune qi, but ancestral fortune qi of far higher purity!
Wei Zhao's eyes were well and truly opened this time.
Glancing at Wei Zhao's astonished expression, the corners of Mr. Gu's mouth curled into a self-satisfied arc. "Do you know what it feels like to have a million in fortune qi smashed onto your body?"
Wei Zhao thought about it. "So blissful you pass out?"
"Idiot."
Mr. Gu gave a contemptuous snort. "Since you want to pass out, I'll indulge you right now."
With that, his right palm—holding a full million in fortune qi—struck straight through the air at Wei Zhao.
The palm strike was utterly unremarkable; at first glance it was an ordinary fist form, so common it could get no more common—not even worth comparing to an old man doing his morning exercises in the park.
This could actually hurt someone?
Yet strong intuition told Wei Zhao that this palm strike could not only hurt someone—it could kill the vast majority of the Inner Royal Court, including the top-tier royal powerhouses whom the world held so high above them all.
A million in fortune qi in a single palm. As the target locked squarely in its path, what Wei Zhao felt in that moment was not fortune qi, but the very real oppression of heaven and earth!
When the time comes, heaven and earth both lend their strength.
For the first time, Wei Zhao discovered that heaven and earth, too, could be bought off.
With that million in fortune qi smashed out, even though Wei Zhao himself stood beneath equally abundant fortune qi, he still distinctly felt rejection and hostility pressing in from every direction.
From here on, no matter what he did, he would meet with frustration at every turn, with everything going against him.
Dogged by misfortune, he was treated almost the same as one whose fortune had gone bankrupt.
Seeing Wei Zhao thrust out a sword to meet him head-on, trying to cleave through the assault he had smashed together with a million worth of fortune, Mr. Gu sneered in contempt.
"If I were you, I wouldn't harbor such childish notions. Aren't you afraid your sword will break?"
At this moment Wei Zhao's luck was at rock bottom, and even if the Demon-Devouring Sword snapped midway, it would hardly be anything incomprehensible.
Sure enough, though there was no substantive contact at all, a hairline crack abruptly appeared on the surface of the Demon-Devouring Sword.
Wei Zhao nodded. "So money really can do whatever it wants. I've learned something."
Then, in the same instant, the surface of the Demon-Devouring Sword was wrapped in a vast mass of fortune.
It was not as exaggerated as a million, but at the very least three hundred thousand.