Chapter 1475 — Wei Zhao's Surprise: He Had Once Reached Out a Helping Hand to Zhang Naipao When the Man's Family Was at Its Darkest; What Was More, Wei Zhao Was Zhang Naipao's Enemy, and the Very Memory of Being Trampled Under Wei Zhao's Feet Sent a Surge of Humiliation Through Zhang Naipao's Heart
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After all, which of those disciples was not young and hot-blooded? Who wanted to become a eunuch? They all dreamed of making their mark in the world, then going down the mountain to wander and enjoy women. How could any of them commit the sheer folly of self-castration?
So even though the Chrysanthemum Codex was immensely powerful — praised by the sect's Old Ancestor as being on par with the legendary Xuanyuan Dragon-Steering Art — very few ever trained in this formidable technique.
The Chrysanthemum Codex had one special trait: it could convert all evil and venomous things into demonic qi inside the body. It was an all-purpose cultivation art, bound by none of the restrictions that limited the rest of the sect. Other methods forced a cultivator to rely solely on poison herbs, or solely on poison insects, or to plunder yin to replenish yang, or to feed on fresh blood, and so on.
But Zhang Naipao needed none of that. He used whatever was at hand; whatever others could not use, he could. In this way his resources were far more abundant, and naturally his cultivation advanced much faster than everyone else's.
Flanked by the crowd around him, Zhang Naipao got out of the car and casually put on a pair of sunglasses.
"Lord Pao is so handsome! A true master of the younger generation!" said a disciple of a hidden family, buttering him up.
"Of course — Lord Pao comes from an ancient sect. His blessings are as vast as the heavens, and his lifespan rivals the sky!" another hidden-family disciple chimed in.
"Hmph, that little girl actually dared to show Lord Pao no respect. She must be tired of living!" The speaker was a disciple of the Zhuang family named Zhuang Niaopao. Because his name was rather similar to Zhang Naipao's, he had used that as a pretext to claim a connection with Zhang Naipao, and the other hidden-family disciples around him had all gotten to know Zhang Naipao through him.
"Right, Lord Pao. Want us to grab the girl and send her to your room tonight?" said another Zhuang-family disciple, Zhuang Niaoqiang. "She shows Lord Pao no respect at all. If we don't teach her a lesson, she won't know who Lord Pao is!"
"Lord Pao, that girl's quite a looker. Have a little fun with her — think of it as a warm-up before the trial," urged another disciple from a minor sect. His thought was that once Zhang Naipao had grown tired of her, he might get a taste himself. And anyway, with an ancient-sect disciple like Zhang Naipao backing them up, he had nothing to fear.
"No need. I have no interest in her." Zhang Naipao waved his hand and said carelessly. "People like that, all show and no substance, can be taught their lesson during the trial."
Zhang Naipao was speaking the truth. He truly had no interest in Yang Qiqi. What interest could a eunuch have in women? But that was a private matter, and he would not casually reveal it to anyone.
"Oh... I see." The sect disciple who had made the suggestion said, somewhat disappointed.
While the conversation was going on over here, over there Wei Zhao's face wore an expression of sheer disbelief. This was the second acquaintance he had run into since Yang Qiqi, and he had never expected to meet Zhang Naipao in this place.
When had Zhang Naipao become a cultivator — and not only a cultivator, but one from an ancient sect?
Although Wei Zhao had not laid eyes on Zhang Naipao for quite some time, he had never given him much thought. A lackey like that at Zhong Yongliang's side dropping out of school because his grades were too poor to get into university was only to be expected. Zou Ruoming had plenty of such henchmen: failing the college entrance exam, they simply quit school and went out to run with Zou Ruoming's older brother, Zou Ruoguang.