Chapter 864: 864. Chapter 862: I Just Want to Make a Deal with You

864. Chapter 862: I Just Want to Make a Deal with You

"Hahaha, Young Master Wang, your injuries have healed!" a brocade-clad young master stood up, wearing a fawning smile.

"Hehe, my injuries have long healed." The youth seated at the head seat gave a faint smile, a cold light flashing in his eyes and then disappearing, making everyone's hearts tremble.

The youth's name was Wang Hao, a direct disciple of the Wang Family, of noble status!

Among the team that entered the Ruins Secret Realm this time, Wang Hao was the sole Foundation Establishment expert, enjoying extremely high prestige among the many body refiners!

"Huh?" Wang Hao suddenly raised his eyebrows and lifted his head.

Immediately after, a youth walked slowly into the room, heading straight for Wang Hao.

"Who are you? How dare you barge into Young Master Wang's private room?" the brocade-clad young master glared at the youth and shouted angrily.

"Get lost!" the youth said, his expression icy and cold.

"What?" the brocade-clad young master stared in shock.

The people nearby were also stunned.

In their view, anyone who dared to be so arrogant was surely tired of living.

Wang Hao furrowed his brows, speaking meaningfully: "Who are you? How dare you tell my guest to get lost?"

The youth ignored him, his gaze falling on the brocade-clad young master, his eyes narrowing as he said with killing intent: "Repeat what you just said."

The brocade-clad young master's face stiffened, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

"Young Master Wang, save me!" the brocade-clad young master threw himself to his knees before Wang Hao, crying for help: "Young Master Wang, he's here to cause trouble; please help me kill him."

"Slap!" As soon as the brocade-clad young master finished speaking, the youth backhanded him with a slap.

A crisp slap rang out suddenly, echoing for a long time in the spacious private room.

The brocade-clad young master was dazed.

"You dare hit me?" the brocade-clad young master covered his swollen, red face, eyes blazing with hatred as he glared at the youth.

The youth's gaze was gloomy as he gave a cold snort: "What are you? You're not even worthy of me personally taking action; you're blind as a dog!"

"You..."

"Slap!"

The youth swung his hand without hesitation and delivered another slap, sending the brocade-clad young master spinning in place.

"Damn it, don't you know Young Master Wang's status?" the brocade-clad young master roared, having just been slapped in the face by the youth, his lungs about to explode with rage.

"I don't care about his status!"

The youth smirked contemptuously, then looked at Wang Hao and sneered: "Now it's your turn."

Wang Hao smiled, showing no fear, and said: "Friend, we can sit down and talk about anything; after all, it's better to resolve grudges than to deepen them, and furthermore..."

Wang Hao was about to continue when the youth rudely cut him off.

"Cut the nonsense!" the youth's eyes flashed with ferocity as he said coldly: "I came to see you today just to make a deal with you!"

Wang Hao's face instantly darkened.

The youth's tone seemed to be granting him a favor, completely not taking him seriously.

"A deal? What deal?" Wang Hao raised his eyebrows, smiling faintly: "Friend, I don't recall knowing you."

"Heh." The youth gave a scornful smile, glanced arrogantly at Wang Hao, and sneered: "I'm not afraid to tell you—I'm Zhao Sanji; my father is the Marquis of Zhao, and my grandfather is Zhao Deyang, Duke of Zhao."

Upon hearing Zhao Sanji's words, everyone in the private room was stunned.

Zhao Sanji was a notorious extravagant second-generation heir in Nanling City, someone no one dared to provoke.

This person was a ruthless character not to be messed with.

"Zhao Sanji? Zhao Sanji actually came!" Those who knew Wang Hao and Zhao Wuji were terrified, scrambling to get as far away as possible.

"Zhao Sanji? Never heard of him." Wang Hao shook his head, saying lightly: "But since you're seeking a deal with me, you need to show some sincerity; otherwise, why should I cooperate with you?"

Zhao Sanji flew into a rage upon hearing that.

"What did you say!" Zhao Sanji's face turned livid as he gritted his teeth: "You bastard, dare not take this young master seriously? Believe it or not, I'll crush you with a single finger!"

"Heh." Wang Hao gave a faint smile and said.

"I think this deal can continue—but first you must kneel and kowtow three times, calling me 'grandfather' three times."

"You..." Zhao Sanji was dumbfounded.

Is there something wrong with this guy's head?

He actually dares to make him kowtow!

This is the Marquis of Zhao's most beloved son, who usually needs support to walk—when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

"You're courting death!" Zhao Sanji roared and swung a punch.

"Boom!"

Wang Hao's face showed contempt as he kicked out, sending Zhao Sanji flying.

Zhao Sanji crashed into the wall, his chest bone screaming with pain as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, everyone around was stunned.

The Marquis of Zhao Manor's legitimate grandson, actually beaten to this state!

"Young Master Wang!"

"Young Master Wang, are you alright?"

The private room's many young masters rushed over, helping Wang Hao up with all hands.

"Cough cough cough." Wang Hao coughed violently, his face pale and bloodless, angrily glancing at the youth.

Coincidentally passing by, Lu Yuan also immediately began hawking his medicinal pills.

"Everyone, this medicinal pill of mine has extraordinary efficacy, able to quickly repair internal organs, meridians, and so on, and can also cure diseases and repel evil!"

"How about this one?"

"This one can enhance physical strength!"

"Mine is for increasing cultivation!"

They frantically inquired, even willing to spend money to buy.

"This one enhances soul power; after eating it, it can boost mental strength!"

A pill emitting a rich fragrance was handed to Wang Hao; Wang Hao's eyes lit up instantly, overjoyed.

He hastily swallowed it, his whole body feeling as if bathed in a holy spring, utterly refreshed.

"Indeed, it's a good thing!" After a moment, Wang Hao opened his eyes, excitedly said.

"That's right!" Lu Yuan proudly patted his chest and laughed loudly.

"I have plenty of this stuff! As long as you want, not to mention increasing strength, even letting you boost your combat power several times is no problem!"

"Hiss~" Everyone around sucked in a breath of cold air, staring at Lu Yuan with shocked faces.

Pills capable of increasing strength severalfold are terrifyingly valuable!

"Brother Wang, I have a 'Quenching Origin Pill'; after taking it, you can break through one cultivation level!"

"I have a 'Gathering Qi Pill'..."

Everyone scrambled to grab them, fearing they'd be gone if late.

Soon, hundreds of pills piled up before Wang Hao, each pill containing a tremendous surge of spiritual energy.

Wang Hao's mouth curved into a satisfied arc.

With this batch of pills, it's enough to support his charge into the Warrior Master realm!

By then, the mere Zhao Sanji will be nothing to worry about!

Thinking this, Wang Hao prepared to gather the pills and leave the private room.

However, just as he stood up, he suddenly noticed a wooden plaque placed on the table.

On the plaque was inscribed a line of ancient text, faintly exuding a mysterious aura, as if possessing some kind of power.

Wang Hao felt a pang of doubt, reached out and grabbed the plaque, examining it closely.

"Is there anything strange about this plaque?"

"How did a wooden plaque suddenly appear?"

"Young Master Wang, what did you find?" The rest of the people, seeing this, immediately gathered around, their eyes fixed on Wang Hao, full of anticipation. (End of chapter)