Chapter 4776 — He Who Refuses to Honor a Bet Is a Fool
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"Simple. Didn't you say you could refine a hundred pills in a single hour? Then let's have a contest—one hour, one pill from me, a hundred from you. Whoever fails to deliver never gets to see Junior Sister Yudie again. Well? Dare you take it?" Ren Zhongyuan sneered. He would sooner die than believe Wei Zhao could refine a hundred pills in an hour, and this was the perfect way to cut the boy down to size, to make him slap his own face!
"Heh. That's a contest method for the ages—I'll credit you for having the nerve to say it aloud." Wei Zhao gave a faint smile and nodded at once. "Very well. I've had a soft heart since childhood, so I'll cater to your little display of ego this once. My only worry is that you'll lose and still refuse to honor the bet."
"Hmph! A word once spoken cannot be overtaken by a team of four horses!" Without another word Ren Zhongyuan tossed the pill formula to Wei Zhao, terrified the other might renege. However one looked at it, the outcome was assured—refuse to honor the bet? Only a fool would refuse!
The others exchanged bewildered looks, but Huo Yudie and Ning Xuefei showed not the slightest worry on Wei Zhao's behalf. They had seen him open his furnace and refine pills with their own eyes; on this matter they had more faith in him than he had in himself.
"Good, then let's all pitch in and prepare the materials, and let Wei Zhao and Ren Zhongyuan each fire up their furnaces!" At Liu Ziqi's command, the East Continent disciples spontaneously began to assist the two of them. Their lives were at stake, and everyone wanted to be diligent and put on a good showing—otherwise, if the antidote pills came up short at the end, what if they were the one left out in the cold?
Back in his room, after having the materials sent over, Wei Zhao shut the door and formally began refining. Though this was his first time refining this particular antidote pill, a mere fifth-grade pill was truly no difficulty at all for the Wei Zhao of today.
What was more, the Divine Farmer Cauldron had just been upgraded by Han Jingyi—refining fifth-grade pills was now a breeze and a joy. Especially since it could now accommodate large-batch refinement: where before he could place at most ten portions of materials at a time, now he could place thirty in one go!
Amid the crowd's anxious waiting, in less than an hour's time, there was not the faintest stir from Ren Zhongyuan's side, while Wei Zhao had already pushed open his door and stepped out.
"How did it go?" Liu Ziqi hurried over to meet him in person. The thought of the wager Wei Zhao had just made with Ren Zhongyuan set her heart pounding. She should not have hesitated so much earlier—she ought to have stepped forward and quashed that bet outright. After all, if Wei Zhao really failed to refine a hundred pills, how would he ever see her disciple again?
Wei Zhao smiled and handed her a rather large box. "Fortunately, I did not fail my task—one hundred and twenty pills. That should be enough to detoxify everyone. Please take them and distribute them."
The moment the words landed, everyone froze for a beat, then the place erupted. Besides being overjoyed, the way they looked at Wei Zhao was as though they were staring at a monster. To mass-produce a hundred and twenty fifth-grade pills in under an hour—was this thing even human?!
With no time for anything else, everyone immediately snatched up a detoxification pill and swallowed it. Once the medicinal power had dissolved, they found that the faint, elusive poison qi in their bodies had indeed vanished completely. At this, even their last shred of misgiving was dispelled, and they crowded around Wei Zhao in a flood of gratitude and tears. Never mind everything else—he had saved their lives, after all!