Chapter 4745 — The Thunder Mystic Vine Again
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Kang Jingming's eyes went wide and fixed, his mouth stammering without producing half a sentence. He could only turn to look at Xu Lingchong beside him. How could this show-off have a Thunder Mystic Vine—and a mature one at that?
Xu Lingchong likewise shook his head again and again in disbelief. When they had gone in, there had clearly been no mature Thunder Mystic Vine, and back then Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie had had no place to hide anything on their persons. Where had this come from?!
An uproar filled the hall without end. Earlier, Kang Jingming had already been all but assured first place on the strength of an immature Thunder Mystic Vine. Now a mature Thunder Mystic Vine had simply appeared out of nowhere, grinding Kang Jingming underfoot—the scene was too dramatic, as if it had all been arranged in advance!
"Impossible! How can this be! Where did you get it?!" Kang Jingming stared blankly, his expression that of a man about to go mad with rage. He had been on the verge of realizing his dream of entering West Island's rear palace, only to have it suddenly trampled to pieces—and by Wei Zhao, his mortal enemy, no less. Anyone in his place would have gone insane.
"Oh, that Xuan Sheng stage expert gave it to me too. He's actually a very kind man," Wei Zhao answered irresponsibly, shattering glasses across the hall once again.
"This—" Kang Jingming was so furious he spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision going black as he nearly fainted on the spot. The higher one climbs, the harder one falls—he was the living picture of that saying at this moment.
While Wei Zhao was stunning the entire hall, Huo Yudie, though she did not need to win final victory as he did, still had to go through the motions. Casually producing two natural treasures extorted from Scarface was enough to handle it easily—and without bringing shame to Liu Ziqi.
As for the Thunder Mystic Vine, such a thing was naturally best hidden as deeply as possible. Unless, like Wei Zhao, one absolutely had to bring it out, only a fool would show it off publicly—was that not just inviting trouble for oneself for nothing?
Thus Wei Zhao's first place could no longer be shaken by anyone. However unwilling Kang Jingming might be, it was useless now. His immature Thunder Mystic Vine compared to Wei Zhao's was different in value by far more than a little—there was essentially no comparison between them at all.
After all, a mature Thunder Mystic Vine could be refined into top-grade Thunder Mystic Pills, while an immature one could at best produce low-grade Thunder Mystic Pills. The former's tribulation-crossing success rate approached one hundred percent, while the latter's was at most under sixty percent. What was there even to compare?
At this moment, Ren Zhongyuan and the others standing in a corner, watching the Thunder Mystic Vine in Wei Zhao's hand from afar, all wore unconcealable greed on their faces and could not help exchanging glances. They truly had not expected that such a weakling could in the end obtain a mature Thunder Mystic Vine—this kind of heaven-defying luck was just too fucking incredible! (To be continued…)