Chapter 38

C38 – Golden Pistil Needle

“What?”

Jiao Lexin stared at Wang Sibo, his disbelief palpable.

What in the world was happening?

So Zhou Jibo might have a powerful backer, but he was still just a kid. Was I really going to be thrown out just for criticizing him?

“Our Jiao family has had dealings with the Myriad Treasure Auction House for years, and we’ve known Master Wang for just as long. Are we truly inferior to someone like Zhou Jibo, with his murky origins and background? Can a small place like Icefair really connect with such a powerful force? Is he truly that valuable?”

As Jiao Lexin spoke, he turned his gaze back to Yan Yuanlu and Wang Sibo, hoping against hope that he could persuade them to weigh the significance of the Jiao family against Zhou Jibo.

But Wang Sibo’s expression was resolute. He gestured dismissively and declared, “Jiao Lexin, if it weren’t for my past acquaintance with your family, I’d do more than just send you away today. You’ve insulted Young Master Zhou and brought trouble upon the Jiao family.”

“You heard what Young Master Zhou said. Your family might boast four Innate Warriors, but you’re still out of your league trying to take him on!”

Jiao Lexin’s anger flared. He had been furious when Zhou Jibo first made those remarks, but now Wang Sibo was openly dismissing him to his face, leaving him utterly humiliated.

Do you really take me for a spoiled fool? How dare you underestimate me?

With a roar, Jiao Lexin bellowed, “The Zhou family is nothing but a minor clan in a small town, without a single Innate Warrior among them. I refuse to believe they have any significant backing!”

No sooner had he spoken than his palm flipped, revealing a glittering golden flower from his sleeve, aimed directly at Zhou Jibo.

“You scoundrel!” Wang Sibo exclaimed, leaping to his feet in alarm.

Jiao Lexin, having opted for a surprise attack, was ready for Yan Yuanlu and Wang Sibo’s counter. The moment he brandished the golden flower, he triggered its mechanism with a surge of vitality. Beams of golden light burst forth, streaking straight toward Zhou Jibo.

Jiao Lexin’s move was swift. Zhou Jibo, spotting the golden flower, dodged just in time. The golden light grazed past his face, narrowly missing him by mere inches.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a cry of pain echoed through the air. Zheng Fanshuang clutched her shoulder and collapsed to the ground, while Jiao Lexin was firmly seized by Wang Sibo, rendered immobile.

“Jiao Lexin, have you lost your mind?” Wang Sibo bellowed.

He didn’t voice his thoughts but instead diverted the conversation. “That was the Golden Pistil Needle, wasn’t it? What poison was used on it?”

Yan Yuanlu gazed toward Basinpond with a sense of loss, “The Jiao family, a renowned Family of Forgemasters allied with the Myriad Treasure Auction House for years, is in jeopardy. Regardless of the poison, even if Young Master Zhou’s maid survives, the family’s fate hangs by a thread.”

Jiao Lexin shuddered at these words, struggling to maintain his composure.

“You’re being alarmist. Does Zhou Jibo really possess such power?”

Yan Yuanlu, seeing his continued denial of the inevitable, shook his head and sighed, “Fool!”

Inside the private room, Zhou Jibo pressed his palm onto the detoxification powder. With a thousand attribute points added, the powder transformed first into a premium detoxification powder and then into a first-grade detoxification pill, capable of neutralizing a hundred poisons.

Given Jiao Lexin’s proficiency at the Acquired Stage, the poison he selected likely wouldn’t surpass what a Detoxification Pill could handle, right?

Zhou Jibo then tore open Zheng Fanshuang’s blouse, revealing a darkened wound on her pale shoulder.

At the center of the wound was a slender golden needle embedded deep within her flesh—one of the golden rays that had burst from the flower earlier.

The needle was poisoned and the attack nearly a sneak assault. Zhou Jibo’s expression turned icy; this wasn’t mere jealousy driving Jiao Lexin—it was a genuine attempt at murder.

Carefully using the torn fabric, Zhou Jibo extracted the needle. He pressed on the wound, causing trickles of black blood to ooze out.

Zheng Fanshuang let out a soft groan, coming to consciousness.

“Jibo, am I dying?”

“You’re not going to die,” Zhou Jibo assured her.

“It might be better if I did,” Zheng Fanshuang murmured, seemingly oblivious to Zhou Jibo’s reassurances. “I’ve been so foolish. I failed to save my brother and even divulged the Zheng family’s secrets to you. They’re going to want me dead. Even if I stay with you, I’ll be nothing more than a maid.”

“I might as well be dead.”

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