Chapter 2939 — Kang Zhaoming's Poison Formula

"Jingjing in charge? Fine, I understand." Liu Zhenhu nodded to show he had taken it in, and said nothing more.

Liu Tianyi, for his part, was taken aback. He thought to himself, When did my father become so inscrutable?

Wei Zhao's decision left everyone around him—Fatty Lai included—staring in disbelief! Not punishing the Liu family was one thing, but letting them keep handling the Guan Daifu Pharmaceuticals business? How much favor must Wei Zhao hold for the Liu family!

Still, it was Wei Zhao's decision. Even if Fatty Lai harbored doubts, he dared not question it. And so, of the one and a half billion allotted to him, a hundred million was once again transferred to the Liu family's account, to help their company rise from the ashes.

A hundred million against one and a half billion was a rather small proportion, but on the Liu family's side, the return of their genius girl Liu Jinghan lifted spirits enormously—especially among the old employees who had once built the empire at her side. Even with no salary or bonus for the time being, they were willing to follow Liu Jinghan and build it all over again!

Back then, Liu Jinghan had single-handedly built the Liu family enterprise into something great, and they had absolute faith in her. It was no different now!

At last these matters were settled, and Wei Zhao could breathe easy for a moment! And so he finally returned to campus life, settling back into the three-point routine of school, cafeteria, and home...

"You're back!" Wang Xinyan's heart leapt with gladness to see Wei Zhao appear in the classroom, though her face kept its faint, gentle smile.

"Mm, I'm back. How has your health been lately? Nothing wrong, I hope?" Wei Zhao asked.

"No, ever since I took that spirit medicine last time, there haven't been any problems." Wang Xinyan shook her head.

"That's good." Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, yet deep down he remained profoundly worried. Wang Xinyan's current condition was only temporary—there was no telling how long it would hold. The jade pendant on her person had already lost its power, and Wei Zhao had to find a replacement solution before the effects of the Lanjie Yuling Grass wore off. Otherwise, the problem with Wang Xinyan's body would remain a time bomb that could take her life at any moment!

Wei Zhao sat down in his familiar seat, and on instinct glanced back—only to find that Han Jingyi was no longer there! Before, every day before class, Wei Zhao would reflexively look to see what Han Jingyi was doing. But now...

He wondered what that invention of Han Jingyi's was—the pill-refining method in her seclusion research that was supposed to succeed one hundred percent of the time.

"Kang Zhaolong hasn't been bothering you again lately, has he?" Wei Zhao asked once he was seated.

"No, he hasn't. He did call me once, though, to ask about my health," Wang Xinyan said.

"And what did you tell him?" Wei Zhao asked.

"Just the truth. After you helped me get that spirit medicine, my health hasn't had any problems at all," Wang Xinyan said.

"That's all he said?" Wei Zhao found it rather strange—Kang Zhaolong calls, and all he talks about is such empty chatter?

"There was also... he asked where I've been living lately..." Wang Xinyan's cheeks flushed slightly. Annoying as she found the question, she was still nominally Kang Zhaolong's fiancée, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Heh heh, I knew it—Kang Zhaolong wouldn't be so bored. So that was his real purpose." Wei Zhao's face lit with understanding. "Seems he still hasn't given up!"

But then again, given his present standing, of course he wouldn't give up. He had a brother who was an elder of the Xuandan Sect—a most illustrious connection! Never mind that he liked Wang Xinyan; even if he didn't, he could never easily bow to a lone cultivator like Wei Zhao.

As they chatted, White Leader walked into the classroom. Seeing Wei Zhao return safe and sound, he too breathed a sigh of relief. What he had feared most was that Ancestor Xuanchen might use the Xuandan Sect trial to pull some trick against Wei Zhao and send him off to never return. But from the look of things now, Ancestor Xuanchen had at least kept to the rules.

In truth, it wasn't that Ancestor Xuanchen didn't want to—it was that he didn't want to incur White Leader's displeasure and thereby jeopardize his plans for the Wood-element heir! One had to know that the Wood-element heir was the hardest of all heirs to pass on, and Ancestor Xuanchen had no choice but to proceed with the utmost caution!

He wanted Wei Zhao dead, but he had to go about it cleverly, without a soul knowing, so that not even White Leader could suspect him. It had to look like a pure accident, a mishap.

The Hidden Zhao family's plan to poison Wei Zhao was a perfect opportunity for Ancestor Xuanchen. If something happened to Wei Zhao, the blame could fall entirely on the Hidden Zhao family, and there was no way White Leader could connect it to him.

So these past few days, Ancestor Xuanchen had been burning the midnight oil in the Scripture Pavilion, searching out ancient poison formulas of notorious difficulty. Wei Zhao's abilities were not to be underestimated—if Wei Zhao discovered the poison, the whole scheme would be ruined.

But diligence pays off, and after three days and three nights of labor, Ancestor Xuanchen actually found a suitable ancient poison formula! Rather than a poison formula, it was more like an alternative prescription! Taken, this formula wouldn't kill anyone—it would merely seal the strength of any cultivator below the Heaven rank!

That is to say, the poisoned victim could not circulate the mental cultivation formulas and could not summon the true qi within their body—at that point they would be no different from an ordinary person! Most importantly, this poison had no antidote! Even the inventor who first compounded it had no cure for it!

"Wahahahaha!" Seeing this poison formula, Ancestor Xuanchen laughed with wild delight. "Wei Zhao, you little brat, I've finally found the way to do you in! White Leader, you'd never dream of it, would you? You've become a cripple, and your disciple will become a cripple too—I, Xuanchen, am truly a cripple-making expert! Wahahahaha!"

Having obtained the poison formula, Ancestor Xuanchen left the Scripture Pavilion at once and summoned his prized disciple, Kang Zhaoming!

"Your disciple Zhaoming pays respects to the Master!" The moment Kang Zhaoming entered, he performed a grand salute to Ancestor Xuanchen. "Master, you summoned me—is there some matter?"

"Mm, I've found that poison formula!" Ancestor Xuanchen said, handing Kang Zhaoming a transcribed copy of the formula.

"Oh? Master, you found it so quickly? Congratulations, Master, congratulations! Wei Zhao is finally done for!" Kang Zhaoming respectfully accepted the formula and began to read—and no sooner had he glanced at it than he slapped the table in admiration. "Excellent, truly excellent! Once Wei Zhao is poisoned, anyone could kill him as easily as turning over a hand. That way, that old man Bai and the rest will never suspect us master and disciple!" (To be continued)

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