I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1512 - 1511: Contingency Plan (First Update!)
"Senior, five thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones is really too much! With my junior status, I simply cannot access that many Spirit Stones!" Ye Wuming said with a bitter face.
"What, are you trying to back out now?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Senior, how about this? Let’s meet in the middle, four thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones. That’s the maximum I can wield. What do you think?" Ye Wuming said with a bitter expression.
"And add ten Elixir Recipes!" Zhang Xiaohao demanded.
"Ten Elixir Recipes? What kind of Elixir Recipes does Senior want?" Ye Wuming asked.
"Ten recipes for advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm!" Zhang Xiaohao deliberately said.
"Ah! Senior, even if you kill me, I can’t produce that many recipes over the years!" Ye Wuming said bitterly.
"So what do you plan to do?" Zhang Xiaohao threw the topic back at him.
"How about this, Senior? I’ll still give you ten Elixir Recipes: seven for the Foundation Establishment Realm, two for the Golden Core Realm, and one for the Nascent Soul Realm. That’s the limit of what I can handle!" Ye Wuming said.
"Are you sure?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Senior, please don’t get angry! Allow the junior to explain!" Ye Wuming replied.
"Go on!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Senior, here’s the situation. Though I’m a manager at the Treasure Pavilion, my power is limited. Besides, each recipe for the Nascent Soul Realm is immensely valuable. Just a single one is a huge risk for me to compensate you with! If other managers find out that I gave you a Nascent Soul Realm recipe for free, losing my position is minor. I’m afraid it might even implicate you, Senior!" Ye Wuming explained.
"How so?" Zhang Xiaohao intentionally asked.
"To be honest, each Nascent Soul Realm recipe is one of the Treasure Pavilion’s most prized possessions! Without the head manager’s approval, even if I wanted to give it to you, I couldn’t! As for the recipe I promised earlier, it’s my personal stash over the years! You understand, Senior." Ye Wuming elaborated.
"Since that’s the case, let’s drop this matter." Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
"Thank you for your understanding, Senior!" Ye Wuming offered a ceremonial gesture with both hands.
"Convert all these Spirit Stones into the materials listed above for me!" Zhang Xiaohao instructed.
"Yes, Senior, please wait a moment while I fetch them for you!" Ye Wuming said.
He rose from his seat and headed outside.
Zhang Xiaohao sat playfully in his chair, sipping Spiritual Tea.
After a moment, Ye Wuming returned, holding a large storage bag.
"Senior, all the materials you requested are in here!" Ye Wuming handed over the storage bag.
Zhang Xiaohao took the storage bag unceremoniously, and with a sweep of his Divine Thought, began to inspect it.
A few seconds later, Zhang Xiaohao nodded in satisfaction.
"Only one hundred and two sets?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a frown.
"Yes! Each item in here is an invaluable treasure. If it weren’t you personally, Senior, the price would have been raised by at least thirty percent for others!" Ye Wuming explained.
"Very well! Give me another dozen sets of the same materials." Zhang Xiaohao said.
As he spoke, he patted his waist, taking off the storage bag and handing it over.
"Ah! Senior, do you still need more?" Ye Wuming exclaimed.
Instinctively taking the storage bag, he saw inside only tens of thousands of low-grade Spirit Stones, and his heart finally eased.
"Senior, please wait a moment while I fetch the remaining materials! Here are the ten Elixir Recipes I promised; please inspect them, Senior." Ye Wuming waved a hand, placing the ten recipes on the table.
Zhang Xiaohao took them without ceremony and began to inspect them.
"They’re genuine!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"Senior, please wait here. I’ll fetch the remaining materials for you." Ye Wuming said.
Having said that, he got up and walked outside again.
This time, he moved faster than before. After a moment, Ye Wuming returned from outside.
"Senior, here are thirty-five sets of materials. Although it wasn’t exactly thirty-five, I made it a round number for you!" Ye Wuming explained.
He respectfully handed the storage bag to Zhang Xiaohao.
Taking the storage bag, Zhang Xiaohao unceremoniously began to inspect it.
Three seconds later, Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his Divine Thought and nodded in satisfaction.
"Not a piece more, not a piece less!" Zhang Xiaohao commented.
"Senior, do you need anything else?" Ye Wuming inquired.
"No more!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.
With that, he stood up and walked outside.
"Senior, take care, let me see you off." Ye Wuming said.
"No need." Zhang Xiaohao responded indifferently.
With that, his steps flickered a few times, and he disappeared.
Watching Zhang Xiaohao’s departing figure, the respect on Ye Wuming’s face vanished, replaced by a sharp glint.
"Go! Pass down my order, have Lord Mu Hong take action! Kill him! After the deed, we’ll split his treasures eighty-twenty!" Ye Wuming said murderously.
"Yes, my lord!" a guard replied.
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Leaving the Treasure Pavilion, Zhang Xiaohao’s lips curled into a sneer beneath the black cowl, exuding a hint of disdain.
"Think you can play dirty with me? I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes!" Zhang Xiaohao thought mockingly.
He swiftly ducked into a deserted alley, removing the black cowl from his head, and changed his clothes, using a First Transformation, transforming into an ordinary Mu Ye Clan member, then walked openly onto the street.
Buzz!
At that moment, a mighty pressure descended from the sky, crushing down over the surroundings. Everyone quivered in fear, afraid of being locked onto by this overwhelming presence.
After a quarter of an hour.
This immense pressure searched the vicinity of the Treasure Pavilion dozens of times, sparing not even the ground below. Failing to find its target, it retreated reluctantly.
In the forbidden area of the Treasure Pavilion’s backyard.
Ye Wuming stood respectfully outside the door, his head down, not daring to look into the room.
"He escaped!" a cold voice emanated from within the room.
"Isn’t Senior Mu Hong mistaken? Even though this person is a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, in such a short time, he could not have gotten far! Maybe Senior Mu Hong, you could search once more?" Ye Wuming suggested respectfully.
"Hm! Do you think you can dictate to me, the old man? If I say he escaped, then he escaped! What, do you have a problem with that?" The voice inside suddenly turned cold.
Thud!
Ye Wuming hurriedly knelt on the ground.
"Senior Mu Hong, please calm your anger. It was my mistake!"
"Get out—!"
