Free Web NovelChapter 318: Chapter 166: Scheming (Part 2)
With this thought, he turned to leave.
He leaped from the window, and just as he was about to soar into the air, the sound of something slicing through the wind reached him.
It was Elder Nong.
He hadn’t come of his own free will—he had been struck and sent flying.
He cut a sorry figure, half-kneeling on the ground with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Fang Shuwen had already seized the opportunity to leap onto the roof, just in time to see five figures land behind Elder Nong.
They were the very same men who had been trying to kill each other moments before.
Both Wang Baisheng and Feng Qiuzi had blood at the corners of their mouths, while a cold sneer played on Cen the Ninth’s lips.
Of the remaining two, one wore a smile, the other a look of deep emotion.
One of them spoke up:
"The heirs of Divine Pill Valley... always the same old tricks.
"You thought a single Elixir Recipe of dubious authenticity would be enough to make us fight to the death.
"The person inside has come out now. If you want to be the hidden mastermind, you’re far from qualified."
CREAK.
As if on cue, the door swung open, and the woman in white strode out.
The five men glanced at each other, and each could see the stunned admiration in the others’ eyes.
"She’s a beautiful girl?"
"But is she Huang Zhonglang’s granddaughter, or his daughter?"
"Probably his granddaughter, right? Back then, you chopped off seven of Huang Zhonglang’s fingers. Why didn’t you think to castrate him too?"
"Nonsense! If he’d been castrated, how could he have had such a beautiful granddaughter to send here?"
"Eh? Cen the Ninth, you’re still feeling that kind of fire at your age?"
"Hahaha! An old steed in the stable still yearns to gallop a thousand miles! You think those three hundred beauties in my home are just for show? Let me tell you, this old man indulges in pleasure every single night! I walk the grand path of the Yellow Emperor, who achieved ascension through a hundred women!"
"What fucking bullshit! What can you do besides slobber all over them?"
"Yuchi Hu, are you looking for a death wish?"
"Alright, alright, everyone calm down."
The only old man who hadn’t spoken suddenly cut in.
The men immediately fell silent.
The man said:
"She’s just a young girl. For a bunch of old men, you’re all incredibly disrespectful. Aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"
As he spoke, he looked up at the woman.
"Young lady, what is your name? Don’t be afraid. We’re not bad men."
The woman let out a soft laugh, her pale face tinged with a sickly pallor.
"Ou Zhicheng, you’re just as sanctimonious as ever.
"My father once said that in the Northern Domain Martial World, nine out of every ten people are hypocrites chasing fame.
"But the one who puts on the best show of being a decent person is none other than you, Ou Zhicheng."
Ou Zhicheng, perhaps possessing the ability to let spit dry on his own face, paid her words no mind and simply chuckled.
"There’s no need for such angry words now that things have come to this.
"This [Ten Years of the Great Dream]... is it real or fake?
"Give us a straight answer, young lady, and we’ll give you a swift resolution. How about it?"
"The [Ten Years of the Great Dream] is real, of course."
The woman said softly.
"Divine Pill Valley would never offer a fake Elixir Recipe."
"Bullshit! Huang Zhonglang deceived us with a fake Elixir Recipe all those years ago!"
Wang Baisheng roared in fury.
The woman shot him a cold glance.
"You subjected him to all manner of cruel tortures and still expected him to hand over the complete Elixir Recipe?
"In the end, the recipe wasn’t fake. It was merely missing two ingredients."
Ou Zhicheng froze, then finally let out a sigh.
"So it was just missing two ingredients. That explains why we could never get it right.
"When we finally made it, it was ineffective. The times it was effective, it was poisonous... I could never figure out the reason for these variations. Thank you for clearing up my confusion today, young lady."
"Wait..."
Wang Baisheng suddenly looked down at the box in his hands.
"Then... then is what’s in here really...?"
’If the Elixir Recipe isn’t fake, then doesn’t that mean what I’m holding is the real [Ten Years of the Great Dream]?!’
"[Ten Years of the Great Dream]. One pill, and you enter a dream. In a single night, you live out ten years.
"Not only can it increase your Cultivation by ten years overnight, but it can also grant you ten years of Martial Arts experience.
"Cultivating in the dream is no different from cultivating in reality."
The woman said with a light laugh,
"And now, that Elixir Recipe is in your hands."
Without a second thought, Wang Baisheng spun around to flee.
But before he could take a single step, Feng Qiuzi bellowed,
"Leave it behind!"
They were the two who had been fighting before, and now they were the first to clash again.
The two figures tumbled through the air, locked in a furious battle.
As a spectator to the drama, Fang Shuwen was finally starting to understand the whole story.
’Decades ago, these five men captured this girl’s grandfather, Huang Zhonglang.
’They imprisoned him, beat him day and night, and subjected him to cruel tortures, all in the hopes of obtaining an Elixir Recipe from Divine Pill Valley.
’But in the end, while they got a recipe, it was missing two key ingredients.
’And so, after all these years, they had achieved nothing.
’Somehow, Huang Zhonglang later escaped, married, and had children of his own, which eventually led to this girl’s existence.
’The drama unfolding tonight was a revenge plot decades in the making.
’No wonder she was so confident.
’To prepare for this day, she must have thoroughly studied their personalities and predicted exactly how they would react, allowing her to craft such a plan.
’She had even anticipated the possibility that they wouldn’t actually be willing to fight to the death over the [Ten Years of the Great Dream].
’That was why she had told Elder Nong before: if the five of them didn’t kill each other, he was to bring them here.
’So, did this count as... bringing them here?’
Just as Fang Shuwen finished piecing everything together in his mind, Wang Baisheng had already sent a palm strike flying toward Feng Qiuzi’s face.
