Chapter 4796 — Misfortune Flows East
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The group exchanged glances. Even with Ren Tiansuo taking a hand it would take that long—this poison was truly tenacious!
"By the way, Brother Ren, I discovered something today. That wisp of Wei Zhao's—"
"What? Then what are they doing here?" Ren Zhongyuan asked, puzzled.
"I saw Ning Xuefei's name on the latest roster of disciples, but not Wei Zhao's. My guess is he's only come along with Ning Xuefei this time and will leave before long. So if we want revenge on him, we'd better move fast—once the brat slips away, it'll be hard to catch him." Yi Xiaotian stroked his chin.
"No! He's delivered himself to our door after all this trouble—we absolutely cannot let him get away like this, or I'll never be able to swallow this insult. Think of something, all of you, and be quick about it!" Ren Zhongyuan frowned and urged them on.
The men exchanged looks. Everyone present wanted Wei Zhao dead, but his strength was plain for all to see. The tale of him sending Scarface flying with a single slap had been repeated over and over—it was impossible not to have heard of it. And now Ren Zhongyuan himself was a cripple. How were they supposed to beat the man?
"Li Yuzhou, Sun Baolu—I stuck my neck out to save both your miserable lives, and now it's time for you to earn your keep. We've finally made it onto our own turf, and you still can't come up with a way to deal with Wei Zhao? Are you two good-for-nothings, or what? What are those heads on your shoulders for?" Ren Zhongyuan raised his hand and slapped each of them across the face.
Li Yuzhou and Sun Baolu clutched their reddened cheeks and turned to Yi Xiaotian with aggrieved looks, pleading for help. Even you couldn't think of a good plan, Brother Ren—how can you blame us?
Yi Xiaotian paid them no mind. He frowned in thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up. "Brother Ren, if we challenge the brat openly, the few of us together likely aren't his match. But to rouse our backers over this would seem too much fuss over a trifle. It looks like there's only one way left."
"What way?" Ren Zhongyuan asked hurriedly.
"Misfortune flows east!" Yi Xiaotian said with a cold smile.
"How do you mean, misfortune flows east? Brother Yi, tell me in detail, quickly!" Ren Zhongyuan came alive at once.
"Never mind that for now. When I got back yesterday I heard something—it seems that fellow Leng is back," Yi Xiaotian said, changing tack.
"Fellow Leng? You mean Leng Rufeng? Didn't that wretch go off to the Mystic-Rank Sea? Why would he suddenly come back?" Ren Zhongyuan could not help but wonder.
At the mention of this man he ground his teeth again, for this too was a sworn enemy of his and Yi Xiaotian's. His background was not as deep as theirs, but the man's strength was outrageous—among the disciples of their generation in the academy he swept all before him, and neither Ren Zhongyuan nor Yi Xiaotian could get a grip on him.
Two years ago, though, the man had taken his woman and gone off to the Mystic-Rank Sea. Ren Zhongyuan and Yi Xiaotian had celebrated heartily at the time. Who would have thought the wretch would suddenly come back!
"I don't know the details, but I hear he took a heavy loss out in the Mystic-Rank Sea. He himself is badly hurt, and the worst of it is his woman—someone battered her straight down from the Mystic Ascension stage to the peak of Nascent Soul perfection, and ruined her looks to boot. These days she's been making scenes, threatening to die one moment and then to live the next—it's caused quite a stir. Fellow Leng is frantically asking everywhere after beauty-restoring pills!" Yi Xiaotian chuckled with gloating relish. (To be continued...)