Chapter 4812 — Zhang Lifeng's Closed-Door Disciple
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What was more, Wei Zhao was a seventh-grade alchemist. Without a renowned master like Zhang Lifeng, who could possibly have trained such a young seventh-grade alchemist?
Every last bit of it invisibly proved that Wei Zhao was Zhang Lifeng's closed-door disciple. There was not a drop of exaggeration in that claim.
"You… you can really cure Qianxue?" Leng Rufeng was instantly excited. He had thought only Zhang Lifeng could cure Yang Qianshuang, but a figure like Zhang Lifeng was hardly easy to meet—perhaps even ten or twenty years of searching might not bring such an opportunity. And now, all at once, here was a closed-door disciple of Zhang Lifeng. It was as if he had been delivered right to his door!
"That's right. I've thought it over carefully. Though this matter is very difficult, and I'll have to pay a great price for it, the odds of success in the end are not small." Wei Zhao nodded.
The reason he had deliberately invoked Zhang Lifeng's great banner was in fact to give his own all-purpose true qi a convincing excuse. After all, Leng Rufeng was not yet truly one of his own. If Yang Qianshuang were cured by him and word of it got out, what then?
Besides, in this world, only by borrowing a tiger's skin could one quickly win others' respect and trust. Wei Zhao had discovered this during the Western Island trial last time—the moment he raised the name of Shangguan Tianxia's personal disciple, even Ren Zhongyuan and his crowd had instantly regarded him with new eyes.
Judging from Leng Rufeng's reaction now, the title of Zhang Lifeng's closed-door disciple worked just as well. Of course, Wei Zhao was not the sort to shamelessly boast and brag. Strictly speaking, he really was Zhang Lifeng's disciple—it was just that he had never met this cut-rate master of his, and had never been formally registered.
"In that case, I'll go fetch Qianxue right now. I leave everything to you, Brother Lin!" Leng Rufeng was so excited that he immediately executed his strongest movement technique. His whole body turned into an ice spike and vanished in an instant, leaving only a patch of ice shards on the ground.
Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback. He had never seen Leng Rufeng display this move during their fights before. It seemed the man truly had not gone all out.
Of course, against his relentless draining attacks, Leng Rufeng could not possibly maintain his peak condition anyway. He had to make sure every ounce of true qi was spent where it counted most in order to hold out. As for movement techniques and martial skills that consumed enormous true qi without deciding the outcome of a battle—naturally, he used them as little as possible.
A short while later, Leng Rufeng brought Yang Qianshuang over in high spirits. She had been rather listless these past days, but now her eyes were bright as she looked at Wei Zhao—clearly she already knew that Wei Zhao was Zhang Lifeng's closed-door disciple. She was seeing hope once more in the depths of despair.
"Feifei, you and Brother Leng keep watch outside. This shouldn't take too long." Wei Zhao gave his instructions, then immediately led Yang Qianshuang into the inner room.
Once seated in the inner room, Wei Zhao gestured for Yang Qianshuang to remove her veil. She struggled and hesitated for a while, but under the encouragement of Wei Zhao's gaze, she finally removed it with difficulty. In the past, every time she took off the veil she would lose control; now, after all this time, she could just barely keep her emotions in check.
Though she had already taken the Beauty Pill, Yang Qianshuang's current appearance was still quite frightening. Had he not been prepared, Wei Zhao reckoned he would have been startled again—and if that had then provoked Yang Qianshuang into losing control and running amok, the joke would have gone much too far. (To be continued…)