Chapter 4812 — Zhang Lifeng's Closed-Door Disciple
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Wei Zhao was speechless for a moment. Love truly was the most wondrous thing under heaven—look at what it had done to a perfectly good Cold-Faced Blade God. This scene was exactly like a schoolboy caught red-handed cheating on an exam!
"You're right. I've seen it clearly enough over the past month—Brother Leng, you really are a devoted fool. But there's no way your flailing about like this is going to get you anywhere, and I can't bear to watch it anymore, so I've decided to make an exception and step in this once to restore Miss Yang's looks." Wei Zhao looked at Leng Rufeng as he spoke.
Leng Rufeng was startled at these words. He looked Wei Zhao up and down all over again, and said with some disbelief, "You're not just trying to stall for time, are you? Making up some excuse about searching for medicinal ingredients, and using that to keep me here protecting Miss Ning? I don't need to think twice to guess what filthy ideas are in Ren Zhongyuan and his lot's heads, but I've already told you—once two months are up, I will go to the Profound-Tier Sea Region no matter what!"
"So you knew about that too?" Wei Zhao was rather taken aback, though on second thought it came as no surprise. Leng Rufeng and Ren Zhongyuan's crowd had been bitter enemies for years, and he understood those scum far more deeply than Wei Zhao himself did. He nodded at once. "You're half right. I do want you to stay, but I want you to protect Feifei sincerely and wholeheartedly—not so that I can stall you."
Leng Rufeng fell silent for a moment, his face still plainly doubtful. In truth, Wei Zhao was a man who commanded his respect. Whether it was the astounding strength he possessed or his status as a seventh-grade alchemist, he was far beyond ordinary people—even Leng Rufeng himself could not remotely compare.
But to say that Wei Zhao could restore Yang Qianshuang's looks was a bit too absurd. If even the Beauty Pill had failed, what other method could he possibly have?
After a whole month of asking around, the only reliable option Leng Rufeng could see was to seek out a healer of Zhang Lifeng's caliber. No other route was trustworthy.
"How am I supposed to believe you?" In the end, Leng Rufeng spoke, clinging to a hope of one in ten thousand.
"I'll tell you a secret, but you absolutely must not breathe a word of it. Because it could bring me trouble." Wei Zhao's expression turned grave.
"Go on. I'm not one to blab." Seeing Wei Zhao look so deadly serious, a few sparks of hope truly kindled in Leng Rufeng's heart.
Wei Zhao smiled faintly, paused a moment, and then said, "All right. The truth is, I am Zhang Lifeng's closed-door disciple."
"What?!" Leng Rufeng was instantly shocked out of countenance, nearly crying out loud. He stared at Wei Zhao up and down, uncertain and alarmed, his mind rapidly digesting this earth-shaking news. This creature was actually the closed-door disciple of the Alchemy God and Medical Sage Zhang Lifeng!
Borrowing someone else's tiger skin to raise one's own banner was something many people did. Zhang Lifeng in particular was one of the few top-tier figures across the Five Cloud-Tier Islands, and there were no fewer than eight thousand—maybe even ten thousand—swindlers trading on his name. Under normal circumstances no one would believe it for a moment. Yet the instant Leng Rufeng heard Wei Zhao's words, he believed them.
Not because he trusted Wei Zhao's character, but because all the signs from before, pieced together, made a perfect corroboration of that very claim!
Setting aside Wei Zhao's formidable strength for the moment—back when this creature had fought him, he had been beaten every day into a limp dog that could barely walk. And yet the very next day he would be fully recovered, brimming with vigor at his peak. If he didn't know medicine, how could that be possible?