Beauty and the Bodyguard

This kind of heavenly treasure didn't even need an expert to judge. The value of the Thunder mystical vine was beyond doubt. Even if all the other heavenly treasures present were added up, they wouldn't be worth this one.

Of course, the shopkeepers of each Chamber of Commerce and other experts had already seen that this Thunder mystical vine was not fully mature yet. But even if it was not fully mature, it was still a Thunder mystical vine. Even if its value was discounted, it still dominated the entire market without a doubt. No other natural treasure could be compared to it.

It should be known that even if the Thunder mystical vine was not mature, it could still be used to refine the Thunder mystical pill. Although the quality would definitely be affected, and it could not guarantee a 100% success rate of crossing the Thunder tribulation, it still had a very high chance. Just from this point alone, it was still a rare treasure that could only be encountered by luck.

Looking at the cocky Zhaoming, the practitioners all went quiet-it was useless to be unwilling at a time like this. All the treasures they had on them were worth a fraction of the guy's value, how could they compete?

The practitioners were still in shock and defeat, but the disciples were looking at Zhaoming with unconcealed anger. Uprooting the Thunder mystical vine that belonged to their West Island, and it was an unripe one at that, meant they had used up a priceless treasure of the West Island.

In other words, this bastard had simply snatched the Thunder mystical vine that should have belonged to them. Moreover, he had used such a method to recklessly waste such a precious treasure that would anger both man and God. This was intolerable!

If it wasn't for ning Shangling and Yan Xinlan holding them back, the entire group of disciples would've already charged forward and torn that bastard Kang Zhaoming into pieces. How dare he show off in the master's house after stealing the treasure? who gave him the guts to do that?!

Zhaoming, on the other hand, didn't feel anything at all. His heart was filled with excitement as he enjoyed everyone's shocked and envious gazes while looking greedily at ning Xuefei. He couldn't help but gulp at the thought of such a delicate little beauty, and the noble Princess of the West Island at that! Coming to the West Island was the right decision!

Lingchong wasn't as stupid as him, stabbing him in the back without a trace. Zhaoming shuddered at the sudden movement, sweat pouring down his forehead as he realized the disciples were about to eat him up. He'd unknowingly angered everyone.

However, it was only in such a public place. If there were not so many outsiders present, these impatient West Island disciples would really eat him up. He had to be careful when he returned later to avoid being plotted against.

But after thinking about it, Zhaoming was suddenly happy again. From today on, he was destined to be the Fuma of the West Island, and to these disciples, he was their true master. They wouldn't dare to do anything to him even if they had a hundred guts-it was completely unnecessary to worry about this.

Not only that, if he was in a good mood one day, he could even find a few beautiful women in this country of women to have fun with. He could even take advantage of the noble and beautiful mother-in-law, ning Shangling. Just thinking about it made him feel so good that he could fly!

Seeing Zhaoming's face full of greed and pride, the group of disciples gritted their teeth in anger. Even the quiet ning Shangling couldn't help but frown. The thought of having this shameless guy as her son-in-law made her feel as disgusted as if she'd eaten a fly.

Not only ning Shangling, the mother, but even Yan Xinlan and Liu Ziyu were furious. The two of them looked at each other in tacit understanding, and killing intent flashed.

If ning Shangling agreed, they wouldn't mind being assassins. They watched ning Xuefei grow up, and they couldn't just watch her jump into the fire, let alone let a shameless person like Kang Zhaoming become the Prince Consort.

Ning Shangling shook her head slightly. As ning Xuefei's mother, she wanted to do this more than anyone else, but her other important identity didn't allow her to do so. Even if she didn't want Kang Zhaoming to be the Prince Consort, she couldn't use such a violent method that would easily give people a hard time.

"Everyone, it's almost time. Let's take a break first and announce the results in the afternoon." Ning Shangling announced with a calm expression, and then left with ning Xuefei, leaving the crowd in shock.

The other cultivators didn't mind. After all, it was obvious that they had nothing to do with it. Whether the announcement was made now or in the afternoon, it didn't matter to them at all. If they couldn't wait, they could leave now.

However, Kang Zhaoming's expression at this moment was really interesting. He was so smug just a moment ago and was even preparing his acceptance speech, but he almost bit his tongue off when he heard ning Shangling's words.

Lunch break? High-level cultivators didn't even need to eat, drink, or go to the toilet. It was common sense that they didn't sleep or rest. How could there be an afternoon break?

Zhaoming almost peed his pants when he felt the hostile gazes of the disciples. Was his future mother-in-law purposely leaving this blank period for the disciples to take advantage of?

Zhaoming was a conspirator himself, and his brain was full of conspiracies when it came to things like this. Think about it-if he could get someone to kill him before the results were announced, he'd be able to get back the Thunder mystical vine, and the West Island would only have to pay a scapegoat-it was a good deal.

At this moment, facing the envious gazes of the other practitioners, Kang Zhaoming was sweating like rain. Even his legs were soft from the fear. Why didn't ning Shangling play by the rules? what was he supposed to do now?

Zhaoming felt like he was sitting on pins and needles as he watched the other participants leave one by one. He subconsciously wanted to run away, but lingchong Xu pulled him back.

"Young ... Young master Xu, the situation is bad. Why don't we run? Lin Yi won't be coming back anyway, so as long as he doesn't get involved with ning Xuefei, we'll just take the Thunder mystical vine back and consider our mission complete, right?" Zhaoming suggested nervously.

"What are you panicking for?" Xu lingchong snorted. Of course, he knew that the situation was serious. They had dug out an unripe Thunder mystical vine from the roots, and they had greatly offended almost all the disciples of the West Island. Even if ning Shangling did not say anything, there was no guarantee that these people would not make the decision to assassinate them. This kind of thing was impossible to guard against.

"But ..." Zhaoming still wanted to run. To him, the test was the most dangerous before the results were announced, especially in a place like this where the Western Island Masters were everywhere. If someone decided to ambush him, he wouldn't even know how he died. (To be continued.) "If you like this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian.com to give your recommendation and monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read on M.Qidian.com.)