Chapter 3975 — Scared Unconscious
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Seeing that Scrap King could hardly wait and had already begun envisioning an upgrade plan, Wei Zhao quickly said, "Hold on, Brother Wang. I have other materials on hand as well—why not take a look first?"
"Oh? Bring them out, quickly!" Scrap King's eyes lit up, and he urged him eagerly again and again.
Wei Zhao smiled faintly, then slowly drew a small porcelain bottle from his cloth wrapping and handed it to Scrap King.
Scrap King took it, opened the stopper, and had barely glanced inside before he froze entirely. Unbelieving, he brought his nose close and sniffed carefully, even dipped a finger in and touched it to his tongue to taste. A moment later, he was utterly feverish, his eyes gleaming green like a starving wolf's.
"Brother Lin... this... is this the legendary Primal Pure Land?!" Scrap King asked, stammering.
"Indeed. Brother Wang, you truly have a keen eye—most people could never recognize this thing," Wei Zhao praised with a smile.
The Primal Pure Land was such a rare and obscure treasure that, apart from old monsters like Gui Dongxi, who had lived no one knew how long, ordinary people could not possibly recognize it—they had never even heard of it. Even someone like Yu Jiang, who had steeped himself in ancient texts for years, might not have been able to tell its worth. It was clear that Scrap King truly had a knack for artifact-forging.
At these words, Scrap King nearly rolled his eyes back and keeled over on the spot. He barely managed to collect himself, then gazed at Wei Zhao with tears welling in his eyes, on the verge of dropping to his knees: "Brother Lin, you are truly my second parent! To have the fortune of laying eyes on legendary materials of this caliber—I shall have no regrets in this life."
"Do not be in such a hurry. I still have something I have not brought out," Wei Zhao said, amused by Scrap King's expression of a wish fulfilled. He reached into the bundle once more and drew out another item, handing it to him.
"This—is this a thousand-year tree crystal? You even have something like this? May I make so bold as to ask—just who in the world are you, Brother Lin?" Scrap King's eyes went wide and fixed; drool ran unchecked from the corner of his mouth, and his face wore the vacant, dazed look of a man whose soul had wandered off.
"I am no one of consequence. But I must show you one more thing," Wei Zhao said, and as if performing a magic trick, produced a piece of withered wood and handed it to Scrap King.
Scrap King took the withered wood, examined it carefully for a long while, then without a word toppled over with a thud—he had simply fainted dead away.
Wei Zhao watched this scene, caught between laughter and tears. True, a ten-thousand-year tree crystal was rare beyond all measure, and placed alongside the Primal Pure Land and the thousand-year tree crystal, its impact was no small thing. But for Scrap King to be so overcome that he fainted on the spot was really a bit much.
This was only because he had run into someone like Scrap King, who knew his materials. Anyone else, seeing ten-thousand-year tree crystal or Primal Pure Land in such worthless-looking forms, could not even recognize them, let alone be struck senseless by them.
After a long while, Scrap King finally came slowly back to his senses. One glance at the priceless treasures before him, and he nearly swooned away all over again.
Wei Zhao hastily caught hold of him and joked, "Brother Wang, you are an artifact-forger after all. I merely showed you some materials, and you have already fainted two or three times—how am I to ask for your help at this rate?"
Only then did Scrap King manage to steady himself, scratching his head with an awkward, sheepish grin. Yet his eyes could not tear themselves away from the ten-thousand-year tree crystal and the other treasures.