Chapter 908 — The Medicine King's Suspicion

Even if the wounds healed, starting over from scratch would be far harder with one arm gone. And even if he did cultivate anew, how many years — how many months — would it take to regain the strength he had now? Thank goodness his master, hearing how badly he had been beaten, had sworn to avenge him!

His master had already given his word: once the affairs of the sect were settled and a new expert dispatched to the boss's side, he would come to Songshan City and take revenge for him! He would wipe out Wei Zhao and the entire Gu family!

"That's good to hear..." Zhen Dazhou had no strength of his own to settle scores with Wei Zhao; he could only lean on Ma Zhu, for Ma Zhu bore the same hatred he did, and he refused to believe the man could swallow such a humiliation. Feigning indifference, Zhen Dazhou asked, "Master Ma, Wei Zhao wounded you this badly — what does your master say?"

"Hmph! Wei Zhao must die! My master is going to wipe out Wei Zhao and Gu Pengzhan's whole clan!" Ma Zhu made no secret of it, sneering as he spoke. "They're all going to die!"

Ma Zhu did not doubt for a moment that once his master came down from the mountain, Wei Zhao and Gu Pengzhan would die. No matter how many helpers they summoned, it made no difference — they would die. Whether his master could kill those helpers was another matter, but those helpers, however formidable, could never kill his master.

The reason was simple: his master had perfected the Golden Bell Shield, flawless from head to toe. His resistance to blows was such that even a strike from an expert at the peak of the Earth rank would have no effect. Even if Wei Zhao's own master came and used the same true-qi bomb against him, it would be useless.

One who has perfected the Golden Bell Shield is invincible under heaven! Ma Zhu's master was named Jin Wudi — Jin the Invincible. Of course, that had not always been his name; only after perfecting the Golden Bell Shield had he renamed himself Jin Wudi. Never mind ordinary experts — even if a steamroller ran over him, he would not suffer so much as a scratch.

"Excellent! If there's anything our Zhen family can do to help, Master Ma, just say the word!" Zhen Dazhou was overjoyed — now vengeance was within reach! Zhen Yingjun was beaming too. This time, Wei Zhao was as good as dead!

"We'll talk about that when the time comes." Ma Zhu was sick at heart. Even killing Wei Zhao and Gu Pengzhan could hardly make up for what had been done to him. He was crippled — utterly crippled! What was he to do from now on?

"But if Ma Zhu was hurt this badly, was Wei Zhao really unharmed?" Zhao Qibing no longer quite believed that Ma Zhu's master could finish Wei Zhao off. When Zhen Yingjun had first brought Ma Zhu in, he had boasted just as grandly that Wei Zhao was as good as dead.

And look at them now. Zhen Yingjun crippled, Ma Zhu crippled — two invalids come to hand him money again! Zhao Qibing might earn a tidy sum in consultation fees, but what he wanted far more was Wei Zhao dead. If Ma Zhu really could kill Wei Zhao, Zhao Qibing would gladly forgo the medical fees — he would even slip the man some money.

"By rights, Wei Zhao should have been gravely wounded as well." The Medicine King pondered a moment. "From my analysis, the injuries Wei Zhao took this time must have been extremely severe — perhaps fatal. Anyone who could blast Ma Zhu into this state cannot have come off lightly himself. If I'm not mistaken, his meridians have likely been severed beyond repair."

"Meridians severed? Doesn't that make him a cripple?" Zhao Qibing had never cultivated, but he understood cultivators well enough.

"Exactly!" The Medicine King nodded. "Even if he is a physician, he could hardly restore himself to what he was. So Wei Zhao must be at his weakest right now..."

"That makes sense!" Zhao Qibing nodded. He was about to say something more when he looked up and saw Li Cihua walk in. "Cihua, good timing — what did the men you sent out to scout report?"

"Wei Zhao seems to be fine now. He came out of the Gu family villa looking as if he had never been hurt at all. But there was no sign of Li Fu — either he wasn't healed, or he's dead." Li Cihua said.

"Wei Zhao's already recovered? That's impossible!" The Medicine King was startled. "Is his medical skill really so extraordinary that he can heal wounds that severe? Can he use his own true qi to treat himself?"

"Could his strength have recovered already?" Ma Zhu froze, hatred surging across his face. If Wei Zhao were lying somewhere in misery, badly wounded, he could have borne it. But that Wei Zhao should be perfectly fine — that he could not accept.

"I'm not sure... To think he's that formidable?" The Medicine King knit his brows, speaking with some disbelief.

"Is Wei Zhao even human? My god, how is he this badass?" Zhao Qibing's eyes went wide. Still, he had been prepared for this — Wei Zhao had always been like this. He had long since lost faith in all those braggarts who swore they could finish Wei Zhao off in one blow; what he had faith in was that Wei Zhao would never die. The man was like a cockroach you couldn't kill!

"Wait — no!" The Medicine King suddenly slapped his thigh. "You said you didn't see Li Fu?"

"That's right. Li Fu hasn't shown himself at all... Gu Pengzhan has been driving himself these days..." Li Cihua said.

"Hahahaha! I've got it. This time, Wei Zhao was wounded too! He no longer has true qi to spare for healing Li Fu!" The Medicine King laughed aloud. "I'd wager that Wei Zhao being able to walk about now means only that his surface wounds have closed. In truth, his strength has not recovered at all!"

"Oh? If that's so, then isn't this a fine chance to deal with Wei Zhao?" A flame of hatred suddenly kindled in Ma Zhu's eyes.

"It's only a guess on my part. But let me offer you a word of advice, Master Ma: in your condition, you would do well not to cross hands with Wei Zhao!" The Medicine King shook his head and said mildly, "Even if his strength hasn't recovered, you have lost seven or eight parts of yours. You and he are six of one and half a dozen of the other. Never mind Wei Zhao — as you are now, if a few strong men surrounded you, you'd have trouble getting free!"

Harsh as the Medicine King's words were, Ma Zhu knew they were true, and he could not help lowering his head again. Indeed, with the half-baked strength he had left, he was no match for anyone. Half his body had lost its power, and he had no decent offensive techniques to speak of. In the past he had relied on the hardness of his body and simply flailed away; now, even a few strong men could beat him to death — because half of his body was no different from an ordinary man's.

"But I don't want Wei Zhao to live in this world another moment!" Ma Zhu said through gritted teeth. "I wish he would die right now — this instant!"

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