Chapter 3757 — Digging His Own Grave
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Never mind the long-suffering senior brother and the handful of others who were well disposed toward Wei Zhao, left gaping—even Meng Jueming, Kang Jingming, and the rest who had been needling him without pause were struck dumb. Could Wei Zhao really be so easily provoked? A few taunts, and like a fool he picks all forty?
Eighty, no less? The way you put on a show, you really do live up to the title of Showboat Newcomer! Meng Zhou, too, was secretly overjoyed—his hopes had just grown enormously!
The effeminate manager of the herb garden could not help covering his mouth, looking Wei Zhao up and down in astonishment. "Are you certain?"
When he had explained the rules earlier, he had stated plainly that even the disciples of the Pill Hall most skilled in spirit herb cultivation could not bring forty spirit herb seeds to maturity within three months—the survival rate simply could not be guaranteed.
For this Wei Zhao, a newcomer—even a pill refiner somewhat familiar with the nature of spirit herbs—to sign up for all forty at once was nothing short of thinking he had too many points and seeking to cripple himself!
One had to understand: pill refiners might handle spirit herbs constantly, but at bottom, that was a completely different matter from being a spirit herb cultivator!
Put plainly, a pill refiner was like a master chef—handling all kinds of vegetables and ingredients every day, able to turn out a superb dish, but to conclude from that that he ought to go and grow vegetables? That was a joke! Cooking and farming—were those the same thing?
Kang Jingming, the newcomer disciple most highly touted by the Soaring Heavens Pavilion, was himself a pill refiner, and even he dared sign up for only twenty. To sign up for forty at once, with the fourth assessment stage coming up simultaneously—was that not courting death?
"I am certain," Wei Zhao said with a firm nod, paying no heed at all to the strange looks on every face.
Now even the effeminate manager of the herb garden had nothing to say. He had kindly given Wei Zhao a chance to reconsider, but the man simply refused to mend his ways; there was nothing for it but to nod and have the spirit herb seeds prepared.
In truth, he and Wei Zhao were complete strangers—whether Wei Zhao lived or died was not a cent's worth of concern to him. It was only the spirit herb seeds he regretted.
True, they were all batch-cultivated by the Pill Hall and not especially costly, but they were spirit herb seeds all the same—nurtured properly, they would become genuine spirit herbs. Handed to this overreaching newcomer, hardly any of them would survive.
Still, this newcomer assessment of the Welcome Pavilion was an important measure approved by the Council of Elders. As chief manager of the herb garden, no matter how his heart ached for those seeds, he could only pinch his nose and play along.
Watching Wei Zhao receive the forty sealed packets of assorted spirit herb seeds, Meng Jueming and Kang Jingming exchanged glances, mockery written across their faces.
It seemed this Showboat Newcomer, having lucked into two divine-grade perfect scores, truly believed himself invincible—that he could jump into any pit laid before him!
People say that if you don't dig your own grave, you won't fall into it—but now Wei Zhao, the fool, was insisting on digging his own, and no one could stop him!