Chapter 4742 — Carrying Things Is My Strong Suit
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Apart from that legendary Thunder Mystic Vine, these were the most valuable things in the entire trial grounds. It had taken him decades to collect just these few, and now this little wench had swept them all up, not leaving him a single one.
Scarface would have loved to slap himself fourteen thousand times on the spot. Fuck it all, it was his own accursed mouth—why had he said anything about a gift? Even if he had to give one, he should have found a chance to hide these few pieces away first. Now they had been exposed to Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie in one stroke—it was like delivering a sheep into a tiger's jaws!
Still, it was just as well. At most these two could carry off ten or twenty pieces; no matter how much there was, they couldn't take it all with them. The rest of these somewhat lesser heavenly treasures would remain, after all. He would just have to count this as losing wealth to avert disaster...
With no other choice, Scarface could only console himself thus. At long last Huo Yudie finished choosing, and the little wench still pouted with lingering reluctance—had her pack not been nearly bursting at the seams, she would have liked to take a few more. A rare chance like this was not to be wasted.
"Taking so many gifts from you—you won't hold it against us, will you?" Wei Zhao couldn't help but laugh at Huo Yudie's expression, then turned to glance at the grimacing Scarface.
"No, no, how could I!" Scarface shook his head with a hurried, embarrassed smile, forcing a cheerful face as he said, "It is my honor that you, senior, think anything of these things. The more you take, the more it shows you think highly of me—I'm delighted beyond measure. If you wanted to carry it all off, that would be no matter at all!"
"Really?" Wei Zhao looked at him with a half-smile.
"Really, truer than true gold—every word I speak comes straight from the heart." Scarface thumped his chest. This was not purely a case of slapping his own swollen face to look fat; he had simply gone numb. Since the prized pieces at the bottom of his chest had already been swept away by Huo Yudie, taking another five or six of the lesser ones would hardly sting at all.
"Oh, since you press me so warmly, I shall not decline out of politeness—I'll take it all." Wei Zhao was instantly delighted. He had seen hospitable folk before, but never anyone this hospitable; making friends with a great wealthy lord like Scarface really was a pleasure!
"Yes, yes." Scarface was still echoing him absentmindedly. A moment later he caught on, and the mountain bandit chief—a peak expert of the early Xuan Ascension stage—wore the look of a man about to burst into tears as he stammered, "What? Sen... senior... you're not joking, are you?"
"No, indeed. I'm a very straightforward man—I generally don't joke with people." Wei Zhao nodded solemnly.
"No... that is... what I mean is, with so much here, are you sure you can carry it all away?" Scarface asked cautiously. This was decades of his savings—heavenly treasures of every kind piled into a small hill. Fine, the other party was powerful, but to claim he could carry all of it away—wasn't that nonsense?
"Oh, that's no concern of yours. Carrying things is my strong suit." Wei Zhao smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hand the heavenly treasures piled like a small hill before him vanished into thin air in an instant, clean and complete, not a scrap left behind.
Thud! Scarface dropped to his knees on the spot. His face was a mixture of shock and anguish, his mouth agape, and for a long while he could not produce a single word. He felt his vision go black—from this day forth, his life was one long darkness.