Chapter 5056 — A Cold Confession
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He spoke the truth, but to Leng Leng's ears it sounded like a fairy tale. She scarcely understood spirit-primals at all, let alone such things as spirit-bodies and spirit-primal projection. To her, these words of Wei Zhao's were empty comfort. To make him hold on a while longer, she simply would not, for any reason, let him heal her.
Wei Zhao had no recourse either. After a moment's thought, a fourth-rank Great Return Pill appeared in his hand out of thin air. After a brief hesitation, he produced a fifth-rank Great Return Pill as well. Pressing them into Leng Leng's hand, he said, "The fifth-rank Great Return Pill is too potent—in your present condition it may be more than you can bear. Take the fourth-rank Great Return Pill first to nurse yourself, then take the fifth-rank one. That should heal your injuries completely. Listen to me and run, quickly. Sun Baimei may return with men at any moment."
Sun Baimei and Fei Yangnian, gravely wounded as they were, were not to be feared—they posed no threat for the time being. What he feared was that, backed into a corner, they might seek help from other experts of the Heaven Dao stage. In such a case, even a single cultivator of the Foundation Establishment stage arriving would leave him and Leng Leng utterly helpless.
Leng Leng stared at the pills in her hand, stunned. What sort of man was this, to carry fifth-rank pills on his person—and to hand them over to her without a second thought?
One had to know that even fourth-rank pills were exceedingly rare. As far as she knew, they existed only in the ancient small jianghu; in the ordinary mortal realm they simply could not exist!
Of course, then again, under ordinary circumstances the mortal realm could not possibly produce a freak like Wei Zhao either—a spirit-primal capable of materializing a form to rival a Foundation Establishment expert. Such a thing was utterly unprecedented, unheard of!
"Just who are you, really?" Leng Leng could not resist asking again. No matter what Wei Zhao's origins or identity might be, she had already accepted his existence in her heart—but this question had to be settled in the end.
"I told you long ago. I went from the mortal realm to an island to study the arts. Those things weren't idle talk—everything I said was true..." Wei Zhao shook his head with a bitter smile. There was no time left for Leng Leng to digest it all slowly, so he could only say, "All right, stop fretting over these things for now. Take them, quickly."
"No, you take them. Once you take them you'll be fine. I won't!" Leng Leng shook her head firmly. Only at this moment did she finally believe what Wei Zhao had said last time—that true lovers could indeed think of each other with all their heart, and could hand over even their most precious possessions without hesitation, because that was exactly how she felt now.
"It's no use. I'm a spirit-primal—these things do nothing for me. Besides, I won't die." With that, Wei Zhao forced both pills into Leng Leng's mouth; otherwise, if they kept arguing like this, something might truly go wrong.
Caught off guard, Leng Leng's eyes flew wide. Only after she swallowed with a gulp did she recover her senses, and she cried in shock, "What a waste! How could you make me take two at once!"
She knew her own injuries well; in truth, a single fourth-rank Great Return Pill was all she needed, and with a month of proper rest afterward she would surely have recovered completely. Yet now she had been made to take an extra fifth-rank Great Return Pill—was that not a wanton waste of heaven's bounty? (To be continued.)