Chapter 1072: Victory Or Defeat

Zhong Limeng and her fellow disciples were completely clueless.

Out of caution, Zhong Limeng carefully stored away her storage ring first.

Wei Zhenfang's words were extremely strange, and no one believed him easily. Coupled with Fu Haotian's habitual hypocrisy, everyone suspected a conspiracy and thus left on their guard.

In the inner courtyard of the immortal palace.

Wei Zhenfang strode into the villa with a radiant demeanor, walking with his hands behind his back, full of vitality.

His arrogant demeanor made a group of old men seethe with envy.

However, Wei Zhenfang had fought against eight heavenly-tier demons, so even if they were resentful, they dared not show it on the surface.

The strong rule supreme—this is an eternal truth.

The experts could only smile on the surface while cursing inwardly.

Wei Zhenfang walked with increasing pride, passing through several courtyard gates with an imposing aura, his eyes no longer registering the presence of any insignificant figures.

Just as he was about to enter the secret chamber, an old man approached and bowed.

"Brother Wei."

"We have returned safely, and you have also taken the heavenly-tier elixir to regenerate your hand. If there is no urgent matter, perhaps you could hand over the storage bracelet so we can tally the demon corpses. This is the current priority."

Wei Zhenfang glanced sideways indifferently, not responding.

With just that glance, the old man felt as if an invisible pressure had enveloped his mind, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

Wei Zhenfang's expression remained aloof, his demeanor as a master becoming even more natural.

He had seen through everything and retorted with domineering force.

"What? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The old man's mouth twitched, his face alternating between green and red.

What a Wei Zhenfang.

Who knows what kind of luck he had, advancing his cultivation and fighting eight demons. In just a few days, he had already started putting on airs.

Truly, a small man intoxicated by success!

Despite his anger, he could only force a smile and bow.

"Brother Wei, you jest. How would I dare to overstep..."

"However, the demon corpses need to be tallied in three days. This matter concerns Young Master Fu's grand plan. Since you have recovered, please hand over the storage bracelet first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhenfang's expression turned even colder.

"Hmph."

"I fought eight demons. Can you imagine the dangers? I still need a few more days to recuperate. We'll discuss other matters later!"

With this cold remark, the old man's thousand words were stuck in his throat.

"Yes."

Faced with such a domineering Wei Zhenfang, he could only grit his teeth and leave.

As he passed through several courtyard gates, his expression grew increasingly gloomy.

Finally, he returned to the main hall.

Fu Haotian, seated in the main seat, looked at him expectantly, a confident smile on his face.

"Old Feng, how did it go?"

The old man slowly bowed, his expression somewhat awkward.

"Young Master, Wei Zhenfang claims he still needs to go into seclusion and said we should discuss it again in three days! Most of the demon corpses are in his storage bracelet. I fear this may ruin our plans."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell into silence.

Many experts had complex expressions, angry at Wei Zhenfang's arrogance but not daring to speak out.

Fu Haotian, however, remained magnanimous, simply nodding with a smile.

"It's fine."

"Old Wei did fight eight demons and indeed needs to rest. It's only right that we wait patiently for three days. Please go again, Old Feng, and ask Old Wei how many demon corpses he has. That way, I can have a clear idea."

"There's no need to rush the tally. Since the demon corpses are in Old Wei's hands, there's no hurry."

Fu Haotian remained as composed and confident as ever, his words revealing his high emotional intelligence.

He not only saved face for the visitor but also displayed magnanimity to win hearts.

The old man's eyes showed gratitude, and he immediately left to carry out the order.

Returning to the backyard.

His anger had noticeably subsided, and he steadied his mind before bowing towards the secret chamber.

"Old Wei, please forgive me. Young Master has ordered me to ask you, how many demon corpses are in the storage bracelet?"

Inside the secret chamber, Wei Zhenfang was about to begin his meditation.

Suddenly hearing this message, a wave of irritation crossed his brow, and he casually replied based on his memory.

"One thousand!"

A voice of thanks came from outside the door, and the old man hurried away.

Wei Zhenfang was about to continue his meditation when a sudden thought flashed through his mind.

That's right.

He still had nearly a thousand demon corpses with him.

If he gave them to Fu Haotian, it wouldn't affect the overall situation much, as the demon corpses gifted by the senior far surpassed them in both quality and quantity. At most, he might get one or two more heavenly-tier elixirs.

But if he gave the bracelet to Miss Zhongli, it would be a different story.

Not only would Fu Haotian be utterly defeated, but he could also gain favor with Miss Zhongli. How could a mere heavenly-tier elixir compare to the favor of Miss Zhongli?

Perhaps this would even please the senior even more.

If that senior was satisfied, this thousand demon corpses could be worth a thousand times more.

The pros and cons were clear at a glance.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Wei Zhenfang slapped his thigh.

"Right! In three days, I'll give all the demon corpses to Miss Zhongli!"

Just thinking about the benefits and consequences, Wei Zhenfang couldn't help but smile, secretly praising himself. Even his meditation became smoother.

The power of the Dao echoed in the secret chamber, as if he truly had the demeanor of a master.

At the same time.

The old man hurried back to the main hall and announced the result.

"Young Master, Old Wei still has a full thousand demon corpses!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the experts in the hall were filled with excitement.

A thousand more demon corpses.

This disciple competition was as good as won!

Exchanging glances, everyone looked pleased.

Looking towards the main seat, the old men's eyes were filled with even more smiles. Even without words, their expectant expressions were full of the desire to claim credit.

Fu Haotian's eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Good!"

"With a thousand demon corpses, the outcome of this disciple competition is already decided. This trip to the Water Cold Star to hunt demons has been hard on all of you. In three days, when I become the chief disciple, I will surely reward you all generously!"

Hearing the promise of generous rewards, the group of old men all perked up and clasped their fists.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Praise and flattery filled the air.

"Young Master's benevolence and magnanimity are truly heaven's will!"

"We congratulate Young Master Fu. In the future, when you inherit the Cangyun Heavenly Palace, your name will be remembered for eternity!"

"It is our great fortune to serve Young Master!"

"Congratulations, Young Master!"

Amidst the laughter and praise, the villa was filled with joy.

Fu Haotian sat steadily on his jade chair, the confidence in his eyes shining like stars.