Chapter 2027 — The Long-Cherished Dream
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Of course it is true. Why would I lie to you about such a thing?" Bai Lingtou said. "Is it my teaching you doubt, or your own ability? Hmm... speaking of ability, if you are not cut out for alchemy, there is nothing I can do about that..."
Wei Zhao felt a small jolt at his words. Not cut out for it? He... he had Zhang Lifeng's notebook of an alchemist's reflections in his hands, and still had not mastered anything worth speaking of. Could it be that he truly had no gift?
Of course, Wei Zhao said not a word about the notebook in his possession. The matter was grave, and he well knew the old truth that an innocent man is guilty for the treasure he carries. His strength at present was no more than the peak of the early Earth rank; the hidden You family, turning out in full, could wipe him out. So never mind that You Panhu might be eavesdropping at the door — even had he not been, Wei Zhao could not have spoken of these things now.
Even if Wei Zhao were to show these things to Bai Lingtou, it must wait until his own strength was sufficient. Otherwise it would be as with the formula for the Life-Extending Detox Pill — coveted by many, and bringing down on Guan Xin the calamity of kidnapping.
If such a thing could happen over an ordinary formula, how much more so over Zhang Lifeng's notebook of reflections, which held many long-lost pill formulas besides? Wei Zhao could not lightly reveal it.
As for Bai Lingtou's injuries — the shattered and damaged meridians — Wei Zhao might have had a way to heal them, but heal them he did not.
Because Bai Lingtou was far too famous; famous enough that even the ancient sects knew of him. If his meridians were suddenly whole again, would those people not grow suspicious?
Moreover, the damage to Bai Lingtou's meridians was peculiar. If Wei Zhao's guess was right, they were not merely severed: much of the pill-fire poison born of his loss of control was clogging them as well. And to purge such a thing, Wei Zhao had not the least confidence.
The poison of pill fire was not as the poison of ordinary true qi. Pill fire might be called another form of existence transformed out of true qi; Wei Zhao himself could not yet command pill fire at will — how could he purge from Bai Lingtou's body the pill fire of a runaway refining?
He must not, in a careless moment, be bitten back by the pill-fire poison himself — then he would truly have drawn "fire" down upon his own head.