Chapter 5143 — What Are the Terms?
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Bing Wushuang, however, betrayed nothing, still watching him as he said, "Who exactly are you? State your business."
"This must be Bing Wushuang, I take it? Every inch the youngest Golden Core expert of the Snow Sword Sect—a bearing truly out of the common run. I am full of admiration." Jing Taiyang nodded, then announced himself: "This one is Jing Taiyang of the Thousand Blades Sect."
"The Thousand Blades Sect? Jing Taiyang?" Bing Wushuang and Xue Jianming exchanged a baffled glance. The Thousand Blades Sect was no petty little sect, but Jing Taiyang was a small fry through and through, a man of no renown at all—they had never so much as heard of him.
"I hear the two of you have been crippled and cast aside by the Snow Sword Sect's higher-ups as well. That is why I made a point of coming to see you," Jing Taiyang said, looking at them both.
"Hmph! Come to gloat, have you? Who says I've been cast aside? Don't you know my father is the deputy sect master of the Snow Sword Sect? What kind of nothing are you, to dare come and mock me?" Xue Jianming was hopping mad at the words.
Even Bing Wushuang's expression turned ugly at that. He gave a cold snort. "If you've had your look, then get out."
"Don't be in such a hurry, you two. I've come this time on a mission. Besides looking in on you, I'm here to point out a way forward." Jing Taiyang suddenly smiled.
"What way forward?" Bing Wushuang and Xue Jianming were taken aback in unison.
"The lot of a cripple must be a bitter one, I imagine. What if I told you I have a way to restore both your strength?" Jing Taiyang said, arching an eyebrow.
"What? What did you say? You have a way to restore our strength?" At this not only did Xue Jianming leap to his feet in shock, but even Bing Wushuang was visibly shaken.
These past days the two had shut themselves up in the little hut and seen no one. To fall from once-insufferable prodigies to men whom nobody asked after—that plunge from heaven to hell in a single step was enough to break a person. If there was a chance to regain their strength, the two of them would stop at nothing to seize it. Jing Taiyang's words were, to them, nothing short of the last straw a drowning man clutches at.
"Of course. Otherwise why would I have gone to the trouble of coming all this way?" Jing Taiyang chuckled.
"Do you have two fifth-grade Great Return Pills on you, then?" Xue Jianming rushed over and asked, unable to contain himself. In his understanding, only a fifth-grade Great Return Pill could heal the injuries he and Bing Wushuang had suffered—but even his deputy sect master father could not get his hands on such a thing. This Jing Taiyang was nothing but a nobody from the Thousand Blades Sect; how could he have anything so precious?
Bing Wushuang too wore a look of utter shock. Two fifth-grade Great Return Pills—this Jing Taiyang had a mighty big mouth on him!
"And it's not merely a matter of restoring your strength. I even have a way to make both your powers surge by no small margin on top of what they were. What do you two say to that?" Jing Taiyang went on, startling them further with every word.
"Are you in earnest?" Xue Jianming was nearly struck dumb. To obtain fifth-grade Great Return Pills and recover their strength would already be a blessing beyond all hope; now the man claimed he could make their powers surge as well—it sounded frankly incredible.
Bing Wushuang, however, had calmed down by now, and watched Jing Taiyang with a blank face. "What are the terms?"
"Bing Wushuang is Bing Wushuang—a clever man, as expected!" Jing Taiyang praised him, and then, under the gaze of them both, went on slowly: "The terms are simple. Join us." (To be continued~^~)