Chapter 2659 — The Past That Once Was
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"What? He's not in the dorm, and his car's gone too? He's not answering his phone either? Is this guy playing games with us?" one of the classmates grumbled the moment he heard the news.
"Exactly—he declares war and then just vanishes. Isn't that messing with people? Could this guy be a son of a bitch or what?" Another classmate cursed furiously as well.
Wei Zhao and the others waited a while longer, until past two in the afternoon, and still Zhong Yongliang did not appear. With no other choice, Wei Zhao could only withdraw first, and the other classmates dispersed as well. Yet Zhong Yongliang had thoroughly confirmed the words he spoke when he rose that morning to issue his challenge: he was a coward, a son of a bitch...
But in that moment Zhong Yongliang no longer cared about any of that. He only wanted to get back to the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Sect as quickly as possible and ask Venerable Chunyang just what on earth had happened to his Hundred-Drunken Centipede...
That very night, Zhong Yongliang finally made it back to the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Sect. Though Zhang Naipao was utterly warm in welcoming Zhong Yongliang's return, Venerable Chunyang's expression turned far less pleasant when he saw the Hundred-Drunken Centipede, dried into a husk.
Though this spirit beast was to the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Sect something barely better than a chicken rib, it was at the very least a treasure; sold to one of those hidden clans or small sects, it could fetch a price of several hundred million at minimum. And now Zhong Yongliang had gone and scrapped it.
Of course, if it were only the Hundred-Drunken Centipede, Venerable Chunyang would not have been this angry. The crux was that the mid-grade Golden Cicada Undergarment and the Dark Iron Fine Steel Staff had likewise been lost by Zhong Yongliang. Faced with such reckless squandering, how could Venerable Chunyang possibly show him a kind face?
"You're saying that after this Hundred-Drunken Centipede bit that little wench called Shen Yushu, it started smoking and caught fire, and turned into a dried centipede?" Venerable Chunyang stared incredulously at the dried husk in his hand, his face dark as he questioned him.
"Yes... it seems that after that the Hundred-Drunken Centipede didn't come into contact with anything—it just ended up like this..." Zhong Yongliang thought it over and nodded.
"Nonsense! That Hundred-Drunken Centipede has bitten people more times than once or twice—at worst it had no effect. I've never heard of a centipede smoking!" Venerable Chunyang was enraged; he felt Zhong Yongliang was lying through his teeth.
"Master... I... I really am not making this up. It really happened like that..." Zhong Yongliang's face was bitter as he offered a careful, placating smile.
"I say you're lying through your teeth!" Venerable Chunyang slammed the table. "Was this Wei Zhao's doing?"
"Master, please calm your anger. I don't think Brother Liang is lying. That little wench called Shen Yushu is a bit strange and uncanny—maybe she smeared some kind of poison on herself..." Zhang Naipao, seeing his master fly into a rage, hurried to speak up in support.
"Oh? Is that so?" Venerable Chunyang frowned. But Zhang Naipao was his beloved disciple, so his words did calm him a little. He picked up the Hundred-Drunken Centipede again and examined it closely. After a long while he could not help but let out a startled "Huh!" and gave a start. "This centipede seems to have been struck by fire-poison! This wasn't poison at all!"
"Not poison?" Zhang Naipao was stunned as well. "Then..."
"Zhong Yongliang, tell me the truth. How exactly did this Hundred-Drunken Centipede die? This was definitely not caused by poison—it must have been the fire-poison of a fire-attribute cultivator, and only one who had cultivated to the utmost extreme could have managed it..." Venerable Chunyang's expression turned stern as he questioned him.