Chapter 4739 — The Destined Consort
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
True enough, the chamber presidents of the various merchant guilds—the true connoisseurs—had already seen it: this stalk of Thunder Mystic Vine was not yet fully mature. But even immature, a Thunder Mystic Vine was still a Thunder Mystic Vine. Discount its value though one might, it still without question reigned supreme over the entire field; no other heavenly treasure could compare with it.
One had to understand that even an immature Thunder Mystic Vine could still be used to refine Thunder Mystic Pills. The quality would of course suffer, and one could not guarantee a hundred percent success in crossing the thunder tribulation, yet the odds would still be very good. On that point alone it remained a rare supreme treasure, one that could not be sought even if one wished for it.
Watching the smug Kang Jingming, every trial participant present wilted at once. At a time like this, no amount of unwilling resentment was of any use—all the heavenly treasures on their persons combined were not worth a fraction of what he held. How could they possibly compete?
The trial participants were merely shocked and crestfallen, but the gazes the Western Island disciples turned upon Kang Jingming were filled with barely concealed fury. To uproot a Thunder Mystic Vine belonging to the Western Island—and an immature one at that—meant mortgaging the priceless treasure of future Western Island trials.
In other words, this bastard had outright robbed them of the Thunder Mystic Vine that ought to have been theirs, and in a manner so wantonly wasteful that both gods and men would burn with outrage. This was beyond all forbearance!
Had Ning Shanghe and Yan Xinlan and the others not been holding them in check, the Western Island disciples would likely have rushed him in a swarm by now and torn the bastard Kang Jingming limb from limb. To steal the household's treasure and then dare gloat about it in the household's own home—who had given him such nerve?
Kang Jingming, however, was oblivious to all of it. His heart surged with emotion as he basked in the shocked, envious gazes around him while greedily staring off at Ning Xuefei in the distance. At the thought that such a delicate little beauty—and a highborn princess of the Western Island, no less—would soon be his prize, he could not stop himself from swallowing hard. This trip to the Western Island had truly been the right fucking call!
Xu Lingchong was not so feeble-minded. He gave him an unobtrusive jab in the back, and Kang Jingming shuddered violently. Noticing the expressions on the many Western Island disciples' faces—as though they wanted to eat him alive—sweat instantly poured down his forehead. Unwittingly, he had stirred the wrath of the crowd.
Still, this was a public occasion; had so many outsiders not been present, these frantic Western Island disciples might truly have devoured him. He would have to be careful when they went back later, lest he fall to a knife in the dark.
On second thought, though, Kang Jingming perked up again. After today he was the destined consort of the Western Island; to these disciples he was their veritable master. Give them a hundred times the courage and they would not dare harm him. Fearing such a thing was wholly unfounded.
More than that, if he were in a good mood some day, he could sample a few beauties in this kingdom of women to break his fast—he might even get a little feel off Ning Shanghe herself, that noble, ravishing prospective mother-in-law. The very thought of it was so damn exhilarating he could float!
Seeing the greed and smugness all over Kang Jingming's face, the Western Island disciples ground their teeth in ever greater fury. Even the ever-unruffled Ning Shanghe could not help but knit her brows; at the thought of letting such a shameless creature become her son-in-law, she felt as disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly.