Chapter 5027 — Wasting Good Things
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Wei Zhao might only be a dabbler, but he was at least still a Mystic-Rank first-grade alchemist. He hadn't seen these herbs earlier, but now a quick sniff told him exactly what they were.
"What a waste—what a sheer waste of such fine herbs. I wonder where the young woman got them. There's no way these could be bought on the open market; does she have some special channel?" Wei Zhao shook his head in puzzlement. From the smell alone he could tell—these were the ingredients for refining a peak fourth-grade Great Return Pill!
Even on Cloud-Rank Island such herbs could hardly be called exceedingly rare, but in this mortal world, where spiritual energy was thin beyond all measure, it would be no exaggeration to call them priceless!
Even with Wei Zhao's present connections in the mortal world, he could not easily obtain such things—yet the aloof young woman had merely gone out for a casual stroll and come back with them. Clearly she had channels of her own, perhaps even connections to other Heaven-Realm experts.
Breathing in the medicinal aroma, Wei Zhao, alchemist that he was, felt his heart ache. It was an occupational hazard; any responsible alchemist loathed such waste with a passion, and he was certainly no exception.
Still, from the young woman's point of view, it could hardly be called waste. She was no alchemist, after all, and had no alchemist friends to call on for the moment. What else could she do but boil the herbs and drink the decoction?
Only, boiling the herbs all together like this might have some effect, but it could not remotely compare to a peak fourth-grade Great Return Pill—not even a tenth of the efficacy. To call it a waste of good things was no exaggeration at all.
Had it not been for that misunderstanding, Wei Zhao might have offered to help her himself, using the opportunity to get closer and make it easier to sound her out. But now he had no such thought at all. What kind of reception he would get if he knocked on her door now, anyone could guess with the tips of their toes—and it certainly wouldn't be good.
Wei Zhao shook his head. It wasn't his money being spent, after all—why think so much about it? Waste of good things or not, so be it.
Over the next few days, all Wei Zhao had to do was concentrate on recovering his strength. The progress was not as good as he had hoped, but he still raised his cultivation to the great perfection of the Heaven Rank—considerably stronger than when he had first been projected here. At least now he need not fear ordinary Foundation-Establishment experts.
These days passed quietly enough, with no more "ghosts" coming to frighten anyone. The main reason was that Boss Huang couldn't find a suitable replacement on short notice. There was no shortage of local thugs and swindlers these days, but the vast majority were nowhere near as professional as the old man and the buzz-cut youth. Playing a ghost to scare people was a real test of acting skill—hire some unreliable fraud at random, and if he gave the game away halfway through, the joke would be on them.
Of course, even if Boss Huang did find a replacement, it would be useless against Wei Zhao. At worst he would scare them off again. The old man and the buzz-cut youth had already been frightened out of their wits; an ordinary swindler would fare even worse. Played with by Wei Zhao like that, he might well end up genuinely unhinged.
Beyond that, whenever Wei Zhao wasn't recovering his strength, he would spend a while each day at the food stalls. For him, this was the best place to learn what was going on in Xima City—any little ripple anywhere would soon be heard here, just as people often brought up the haunting of the house he had rented. (To be continued.)