Chapter 4267 — Did You See That?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
He put on a show of agony at the loss, but it was all an act. At that moment the gray-robed man's heart was full of blazing greed: this was a whole stalk of infant ginseng, and even a third of it was already a very big piece.
"One third?" Wei Zhao seemed somewhat moved, but still hesitated and dragged his feet: "But my teammates—four of them died outright for this infant ginseng, and now we just hand you a third of it..."
"Boy, let me tell you plainly—one third is already my bottom line. Don't be ungrateful and push your luck!" the gray-robed man said, his face darkening. He had thought that with this generous concession the other side would surely agree straight away; he had not expected more of this hesitating and shuffling, and his anger rose again.
"Push my luck? Heh, you've got it backwards, sir. It was our whole team who paid with four lives to obtain this infant ginseng through bitter toil, and the moment you arrive you want a third of it—so who exactly is pushing whose luck?" Wei Zhao said, deliberately stiffening his neck and digging in his heels.
"Then what exactly do you want?" The gray-robed man was so angry he laughed. Here he was, a mighty Nascent Soul expert, speaking meekly to two Golden Core ants—and that was bad enough; but now the other side not only failed to appreciate it, they were climbing all over his head. This was truly more than could be borne—more than a man could bear, more than his aunt could bear!
"It's you who should be asking what *you* want," Wei Zhao shot back.
"Boy, I'm discussing this with you out of the goodness of my heart—don't think it's because I'm afraid of you! If you truly wear out my patience, today will be the day you die!" Killing intent blazed from the gray-robed man once more, but he did not strike at once; instead he went on: "How about this—one quarter, not a hair less. Otherwise, I'll finish you off right now!"
"Oh. All right." Wei Zhao nodded as though in compliance. But before the gray-robed man could rejoice, the next words froze him stiff: "Then I'd rather finish you off."
The words were scarcely out when Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao, in perfect accord, struck again. Their minds were as one: while Wei Zhao had been speaking, he had given her a hint without the slightest trace, and Huang Xiaotao had already made ready. The Wildfire Eight-Trigram Combined Palm burst forth in an instant.
The gray-robed man was shocked out of his wits. It had been Wei Zhao and his companion who struck first last time, and he had never imagined that scene would repeat itself—that once again it would be the two of them who made the first move against him. By the look of it, the pair did not regard this Nascent Soul expert as worth a thought at all!
"Hmph! If you're so bent on seeking death, then I'll oblige you!" the gray-robed man said, his fury turning to laughter. He was, after all, a genuine Nascent Soul expert; sudden as Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao's attack was, he could still react in time. At once he gathered his true qi and met them once more with the Sundering Essence Palm.
The gray-robed man laughed with a harsh, grating cackle, killing intent cold upon him. In the palm clash a moment ago he had not used his full strength, but this time he would make the two of them learn, and learn well, what the true power of a Nascent Soul expert really was!
Bang! The four palms met, once again throwing up a wave of qi. But this time was different from before: before, they had been evenly matched, whereas now the gray-robed man held nothing back, gathering all his true qi into his palms, and sent Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao flying backward—while he himself did not stir so much as a thread. The gulf in strength was plain at a glance.