My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator - Chapter 1698
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1698 Collapse of the Negotiation and Fierce Words
As the students of the Martial Arts Department became louder and louder, Helian Qiguang’s expression finally changed.
“Dean Du, are you going to let your students treat the student of another department so rudely?” Helian Qiguang targeted Du He.
Du He sneered. “Kid, don’t play tricks on me. If you anger me, I’ll slap you to death. Liao Zhenshan can’t do anything to me either. Do you believe me?”
Helian Qiguang dared to be so arrogant in the Martial Arts Department because he had the support of Liao Zhenshan, the Dean of the Alchemy Department. He might even have received Liao Zhenshan’s decree.
Since their department didn’t take the Martial Arts Department seriously, why should he take those scumbags who thought highly of themselves and looked down on others seriously?
Helian Qiguang’s face turned pale, but he didn’t dare to really do anything.
After all, in front of a peak Golden Core expert, he, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, was nothing at all.
Even if his master was willing to take revenge for him after this, he was already dead. Even if his master took revenge for him, he couldn’t come back to life.
To put it bluntly, even if he really died at Du He’s hands, he would have died for nothing.
Helian Qiguang took a deep breath and looked at Lu Zijia. “Then how many Wood Spirit Fruits can Junior Sister Lu provide?”
Lu Zijia seemed to think about it seriously and said, “Twenty. After all, there are many people in our Martial Arts Department, so we certainly need more pills.”
“Junior Sister Lu, twenty is too little!”
Helian Qiguang’s gaze was sharp and there was a hint of hostility.
“My master is the Dean of the Alchemy Hall and a mid-level Earth Grade alchemist. The Wood Spirit Fruit will only be of the greatest value in my master’s hands.”
Lu Zijia smiled. “I think Senior Brother, you’re wrong. The Wood Spirit Fruit has the greatest value for every alchemist, so it can certainly display its greatest value. After all, every alchemist can’t guarantee that every furnace of pills can form pills, right?”
The effect of the Wood Spirit Fruit was to increase the success rate of pills.
In fact, it was more suitable for alchemists who weren’t very good at alchemy.
Of course, everyone had different values and opinions, so in Helian Qiguang’s opinion, the Wood Spirit Fruit was more suitable for his Master.
“In that case, Junior Sister Lu is determined about this number?” Helian Qiguang suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a gloomy expression.
Lu Zijia smiled and said without sincerity, “My alchemy skills aren’t good. Please forgive me, Senior Brother.”
“Alright!”
Helian Qiguang laughed in anger. “I hope you won’t regret it!”
After saying that, Helian Qiguang flicked his sleeves and left.
Before Helian Qiguang came, Liao Zhenshan had already hinted that he wanted to get all the Wood Spirit Fruits in Lu Zijia’s hand. If he only took back twenty of them, he wouldn’t be able to complete his mission.
Next, he could only think of another way to force Lu Zijia to hand over all the Wood Spirit Fruits!
“What does that guy mean? Does he think the Martial Arts Department is really afraid of the Alchemist Department?”
“From the looks of it, that guy must be thinking of using some sinister methods to deal with our Martial Arts Department again.”
“The Alchemist Department is the same as the Weapons Refinement Department. They don’t have good people!”
Looking in the direction where Helian Qiguang left, the students of the Martial Arts Department started discussing one after another.
Du He stood up and was about to say something when an anxious and panicked voice suddenly came from outside the hall of the Martial Arts Department.
“Dean, bad news! A new student of our Martial Arts Academy was surrounded and attacked by the students of the Weapons Refinement Department. He’s seriously injured and is about to die!”
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