Chapter 4757 — Absolutely Hilarious
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"If something's on your mind, just say it. Don't carry it all by yourself—you've still got us," Wei Zhao said. He too could tell something was wrong with Huo Yudie; the girl had never been good at hiding what she felt, and besides, she had not slept all night, and there were bloodshot veins in her eyes.
"I..." Huo Yudie looked at them all, hesitating, until her gaze met Wei Zhao's—and then, for no reason at all, a wave of grievance welled up in her heart. Her eyes reddened in an instant, and under the repeated urgings of Wei Zhao and the others, she finally poured out the whole story of the previous night.
After hearing Huo Yudie's account, Wei Zhao was somewhat at a loss for words. He himself was an alchemist who defied all common sense, and ordinarily this would have been exactly the sort of situation where he could be of use—but the Lightning Mystic Pill was a seventh-grade pill, and every one of his previous attempts to refine various seventh-grade pills had ended in failure, without a single exception.
To this day Wei Zhao had still not worked out the reason. At first he had assumed his true qi was not strong enough to refine seventh-grade pills, but on second thought, if that were really the cause, then alchemy would be impossible altogether—yet his failures each time had taken wildly different forms, and at the very least he had always been able to enter the normal procedure.
For anything else, Wei Zhao reckoned that with his own strength and his various connections, he could still afford to talk big—but when it came to refining the Lightning Mystic Pill, he truly had no way.
"Yudie, I can refine pills too, but perhaps because my level isn't high enough, for now I still can't refine seventh-grade pills... Still, I promise you, one day I'll find a way to break through..." Seeing the tears welling in Huo Yudie's eyes, Wei Zhao could only toughen his scalp and try to console her.
Huo Yudie could not help feeling a little disappointed at this. Though she knew such a thing was unlikely—for a top-tier genius like Wei Zhao, blessed with such extraordinary talent, it was already surprising enough that he had the leisure to be an alchemist at all; if he could really refine even seventh-grade pills, then he would have to be the heavens' own bastard son.
Even a top-tier genius had to have limits. Who on earth was proficient in absolutely everything? Did that leave any room for anyone else to live?
"Hahahaha!" While Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie sat there steeped in gloom, Ning Xuefei, for some reason, suddenly burst out laughing—laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath, doubled over for a long while before she could straighten up.
"Feifei, what are you doing? Sister Huo is pouring out her troubles, and you're laughing your head off—honestly, so heartless!" Shangguan Lan'er pouted. Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie also looked at her sidelong, unable to fathom why she had suddenly started laughing.
"Wait, let me catch my breath first—this really is too funny!" Ning Xuefei ignored their baffled expressions and kept rubbing her stomach. After a moment's rest she answered, "The truth is, refining seventh-grade pills has nothing to do with Wei Zhao's level being insufficient—it's that your medicine cauldron simply cannot refine seventh-grade pills by its very nature!"
"What? The Shennong Cauldron has that limitation too?" Wei Zhao was startled. (To be continued)