Chapter 4856 — He Flips Faster Than a Book's Pages
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The crowd shook their heads in silent unison. What did shamelessness mean? This was shamelessness—brazen, out-in-the-open shamelessness, right to your face, leaving you without a scrap of temper to call your own.
The worst of it was that this old bastard was an Opening-Mountain-stage titan. Apart from the other titans of that same stage, no one present even qualified to step forward and speak with him. His fist was the biggest in the hall, so naturally his word was law.
Wang Xinyan and Huang Xiaotao exchanged a frowning glance. The same thought had struck them both at once: should they slip out quietly and fetch their master to salvage the situation?
The Divine Nun of the East Sea might have no real hold over this old bastard, but she was an Opening-Mountain-stage presence nonetheless—at least he would not dare carry on quite so recklessly in her face. As it stood, his tone was enough to vex a person to death and then some—the classic 'so what if I'm bullying you? You want to hit me, you pathetic weakling?'
Anyone else would most likely have swallowed their pride and backed down. But the two women knew the arrogance in Wei Zhao's bones; he would never lower his head so easily. If it stayed a war of words, fine—but if blows were exchanged, he would come off badly indeed.
Yet beneath the two women's worried gazes, Wei Zhao instead seemed pleased. He regarded Lu Dachang at his leisure and said, "Forgive me for asking, but if you do buy the Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass, who exactly do you plan to have refine the pill?"
"What a question—Qing Xuanzi, of course. Who else?" Lu Dachang answered without hesitation, his lip curling. The Nurturing Essence Pill was, after all, a seventh-grade pill; ordinary alchemists could not handle it. In Morning Star City, only Qing Xuanzi was reliable.
"Oh. That's my disciple. I'll have a word with him later and tell him not to take your job. You can stand there and stare, then," Wei Zhao said with a faint smile.
The crowd perked up at once. They had assumed, watching Lu Dachang bare his fangs, that Wei Zhao was about to meet his misfortune. But on second thought—the man's mere disciple already stood on equal footing with Lu Dachang. Who would have the last laugh in this clash was still very much in question.
"Huh?" Lu Dachang was dumbstruck. He froze, then looked Wei Zhao up and down all over again. These past days Wei Zhao had become a household name in Morning Star City; even if Lu Dachang had never laid eyes on him, he had surely heard the tales. He blurted, "You're that Wei Zhao?!"
"The very same. Still want to snatch it?" Wei Zhao watched him with a smile that was not quite a smile.
The Path of Titans was within sight. If the Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass were bought and then not refined into Nurturing Essence Pills as quickly as possible, its value would plummet. Especially since this Opening-Mountain-stage guest retainer had needed to resort to public shamelessness just to obtain it—this was a matter that called for careful weighing.
"This..." For the first time, Lu Dachang wore a look of hesitation and difficulty. He might be a crude fellow, but he was no true fool. Against someone of Wei Zhao's standing, Opening-Mountain-stage titan or not, he was utterly without recourse.
Shamelessness had its limits. Snatching the Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass, and nothing more, was one thing—but if he dared lay a hand on Wei Zhao, never mind the city lord's mansion's attitude, the Academy would certainly not take it kindly. Qing Xuanzi, the Divine Nun of the East Sea, and even Ling Yuanqing would all end up on the opposite side. That would be no fun at all.
Yet he had to obtain the Nurturing Essence Magic Gold Grass for his son. This was the critical window of Lu Xiaozhong's finest upward momentum; miss this chance, and it would be far harder later to mount a sustained charge at the Mystic Ascension stage. This was a matter that could not be delayed.