Chapter 129 - Show of Skill (1/2)

“Qingtian…” Chu Qingcheng’s eyes were glazed.

Long Jiu and Jian Suifeng sported a wide grin then laughed to their hearts’ content, having a heavy stone relieved from their shoulders, “Ha-ha-ha, Chuchu, you’re wrong. That’s not Qingtian, but that brat!”

It was now that a crisp voice came from that direction, “Nightrain City’s Song clan, Song Yu, 1st-grade pill has been completed!”

[What, Song clan? Who on earth is that? We’ve never heard of it!]

Shock after shock, every single one of the people there stood speechless. A nameless alchemist hailing from a nameless clan stole the first spot in the Hundred Pill Meeting’s first round, stepping over the best alchemist in the empire, the Vicious Pill King!

[Just who is this Song Yu? What’s his did he cheat? How did he refine so quickly?]

Under everyone’s admiring gazes, Zhuo Fan swaggered from the third area and onto the first spot.

That narcissistic attitude was as if he was on top of the world and asking for a smacking. Thankfully, this was Drifting Flowers Edifice, or the thousands of participants would’ve jumped him.

[Go ahead, enjoy it while you can!]

“Look, it’s Darling!” Xiao Dandan cried and the Dong siblings whipped their heads.

Chu Qingcheng frowned and grumbled, “Damn brat, why did I get you to leave early? So you could return?”

Despite her harsh words, her heart was filled with warmth. This showed he was not the heartless man he let her to believe. In her most desperate hour, he chose to return and spend this last part of their journey together.

The other two overseers’ anger for him went up in smoke. [At least this man has a conscience.]

On the eastern stand, Huangpu Qingyun glared at Zhuo Fan with the full intent to kill, clenching his fists in anger.

“He-he-he, second young master wants that brat’s life? It will be simple to do! Just let us get the Bodhi Root first, second young master, then I will deal with him personally!”

Hell Valley’s 5th elder saw his anger and jumped at the chance to earn his favor before Vicious Pill King stole this one!

Huangpu Qingyun only nodded.

His hatred for Zhuo Fan seeped into his bones. Not only did he steal his wife, but he talked back to him at the feast. Yet again, this man was going against him! However, killing him himself was beneath his standing.

The key was that he did not wish to earn Chu Qingcheng’s resentment. He still hoped for the day when his betrayal would be forgotten and she would return to him.

But this man suddenly showed up, preventing that from ever happening.

Zhuo Fan didn’t notice that two pairs of eyes watched hopefully as he slowly strutted to the first stage. He was afraid he didn’t garner enough hatred, finishing his act with a sidelong glance at the Vicious Pill King.

Not even Vicious Pill King could stay calm after such obvious contempt. So he poured all his energy into finishing the refining.

He relaxed after the ding was heard next to him and bore his eyes towards Zhuo Fan, “You little shit, what the hell are you staring at? Wanna die?”

“Are you threatening me?” Zhuo Fan raised an eyebrow and kicked at the alchemy table next to the cauldron and cursed, “What do you think? I’m afraid of you? What an idiot!”

Clamor erupted.

[Where did he come from? Where does he get the nerve to curse the Vicious Pill King?]

Even the other 19 alchemists had to reel from this, almost ruining their refining.

[Godamn it! Where the hell did this brat pop out from? He’s too much!]

The rage got to Vicious Pill King so badly that he was turning from green to purple. If not for fear of this indirect strike unnerving his mind, he would’ve long slapped the punk into the grave.

Vicious Pill King took deep breaths to calm his anger, he couldn’t let impulsiveness ruin his plans, “Punk, you came to pick a fight with me and I would’ve killed you where you stand if not for reasons I cannot say.”

“Reason? You dare talk about goddamn reason?”

Bam!

Zhuo Fan kicked at the alchemy table again, pissed, “Old fart, step aside. You’re in my spot!”

Startled, Vicious Pill King was stunned for a moment. But Xiao Ya spoke in an apologetic tone, “Please excuse us, Elder Yan, young master Song Yu has earned the right to this table. Your ranking is one step lower.”

“Hear that? Now shoo!” Zhuo Fan kicked the alchemy table again.

Vicious Pill King took deep breaths, working his hardest to calm down, “Wretched bastard! You were just lucky! I will be back the next round.”

Stepping to the second table, Vicious Pill King cursed, “Moving is moving, so what’s with the kicking? Today’s generation has gone out of control!”

“What’s it to you? I was kicking my own table! Old farts these days are too short-tempered!” Zhuo Fan said as he stood at the number one spot.

Vicious Pill King reeled at his comeback. His mouth moved but didn’t say a word, while his heart was consumed by hatred!

[This punk’s tongue is too sharp. There’s no end talking to him. Once this is over, I’ll settle the score!]