Chapter 4953 — I Will Remember This
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
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"It is not a lack of courage—do not misunderstand me, Town Master Chang. I simply have no interest in doing something so foolish as to pit myself, a mere early Mystic Ascension cultivator, against a fine expert of your late Mountain-Opening stage. What do you take me for, Town Master Chang?" Wei Zhao smiled without a care.
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Refusing was the only natural course. Even dealing with Zang Zili—the weakest sort of early Mountain-Opening cultivator—had been hard enough. Now he was to face a late Mountain-Opening expert brimming with killing intent. If one sought death, this was no way to go about it.
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"Naturally, I take you for a head full of shit. Otherwise, how would you dare lay hands on my wife and son?" Chang Minghui sneered.
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Wang Xinyan and the others all glared at him in fury, but Wei Zhao himself merely shrugged as though it were nothing, raising a hand to signal the women to relax. There was no need for them to lose their tempers now. They were all guests here, after all—Zhuang Yifan was the only host, and only the host's words carried weight.
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"Chang Minghui, I'd say it's your head that's full of shit!" Zhuang Yifan did indeed erupt, his expression turning ugly. He had already declared Wei Zhao his honored guest, yet Chang Minghui dared to speak so insolently in public—plainly he did not regard the League Guild Master as worth a thought!
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"What did you say, you surnamed Zhuang?" Chang Minghui's long-pent fury exploded in an instant. At any other time he would never have dared provoke Zhuang Yifan like this, but now rage consumed him, and he had never been a man of forbearance. That he had held himself in check this long was already remarkable restraint.
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"Heh heh. What I mean is that you may take your leave now. Otherwise, you may find yourself singed by the fire you start. You surely know my temper well enough by now, don't you, Town Master Chang?" Zhuang Yifan regarded Chang Minghui with a smile that was not quite a smile.
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The moment the words fell, a wild gale erupted across the hall. Everyone present paled in unison. Once an expert of Chang Minghui's late Mountain-Opening caliber began to act without restraint, everyone there would be caught in the blast, and in the worst case a great many would be maimed or killed.
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Yet before the crowd could scatter and flee, the gale ceased as abruptly as it had begun—and this time it was not Zhuang Yifan who quelled it, but Chang Minghui himself who forced it down.
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"Guild Master Zhuang, I will remember this day's affair," Chang Minghui said coldly, looking at Zhuang Yifan and then sweeping his eyes over Wei Zhao.
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His fury was at its peak, yet he had not entirely lost his reason. If he dared to start a brawl here, Zhuang Yifan—with a strong hand as ruthless as his—might well kill him on the spot and reach into Dingcheng, that alchemical holy land, in the bargain!
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It was not impossible; it was entirely likely. Perhaps Zhuang Yifan's protection of the fellow surnamed Lin today was meant precisely to provoke him into a brawl. Zang Zili, the Dingcheng Academy's chief alchemist, had already fallen. If he, the Town Master of Dingcheng, were to come to harm as well, no one in Dingcheng would remain to hold the situation together. Zhuang Yifan would certainly seize the chance to reach in—the Academy League had long drooled over that fat prize. (To be continued.)