2881: You hit a dog without looking at its master.

You hit a dog without looking at its master.

Jing Ziyu didn't say anything. It was obvious that this was what he wanted.2

"I'm sorry, but I can't work with you. " Said Ling Chuxi as she shook her head.

"Why? Could it be that a thousand pills aren't enough? with your ability alone, I don't think you can refine that many pills in a year. " Jing Ziyu frowned and asked.

"It's not a matter of quantity. " Ling Chuxi continued to shake her head.

"Then what's the problem?" Jing Ziyu asked.

"It's because the lowest quality of the poison dispelling pills I refine is high grade. If you don't feel embarrassed about it, I feel embarrassed about it. What if you guys ruin my reputation? how do you want me to have a foothold in the alchemy world in the future? I've worked so hard to learn alchemy for so many years and finally gained some fame, so it would be a pity if it was destroyed in your hands. " Ling Chuxi's expression was very sincere and very difficult. However, those words were not as simple as not being polite. It was simply a slap in the face!

Seeing Ling Chuxi's awkward expression, the onlookers wanted to laugh, but no one dared to laugh out loud. Of course, there were also people who were worried for Ling Chuxi. The other party was an ancient family, yet she actually dared to ridicule him like this. Was she not afraid that the other party would make things difficult for her in a fit of anger?

To an average cultivator, it was true that a spirit Alchemist's status was respected, but that also depended on their level. With Ling Chuxi's status and identity, no matter how amazing her alchemy talent was, it was impossible for her to be an enemy of an ancient family.

If she offended the Jing clan, she would not be able to survive in the world of cultivation, let alone in the world of alchemy. If these ancient families wanted to deal with a person, it would usually only take a single word.

On the other hand, Xiang Gaoyuan was overjoyed. Here she comes again. This Ling Chuxi was really not afraid of the problem but afraid of the master. She thought that she had met someone like zhihan who was one-track minded and did not know how to think of other ways after being angered. One moment, she was competing with Ling Chuxi in terms of eyesight, the next moment, she was competing in alchemy. She was always looking for trouble and did not know how to be flexible and use some underhanded tricks.

In comparison, this Jing Ziyu seemed to be a lot more sinister. He clearly wanted to monopolize other people's pill formulas, but he said that they were cooperating as if he had given other people a lot of benefits.

Xiang Gaoyuan's greatest wish now was for Ling Chuxi and Jing Ziyu to become more and more stiff, and eventually start fighting without a word. At that time, the pill Heart Pavilion would definitely be implicated, and he would not need to waste any more effort.

"Impudent!" Jing Ziyu shouted angrily.

"B * tch, my master gave you this opportunity because he thinks highly of you. How dare you ruin the reputation of family Jing?" The boy servant beside her did not miss the opportunity to jump out and pointed at Ling Chuxi's nose as he cursed.

"Pa," a loud slap landed on his face, directly causing him to spin a few rounds on the spot. His vision went black, and he sat on the ground.

"Which family let out this rabid dog? they don't even know how to control it, letting it out to bark randomly. It's really bad luck to insult the ears of others. " Ling Chuxi took out a white silk handkerchief and wiped her hands as she spoke. That look of disgust made it seem as if she had not just slapped a person, but a wild dog barking by the roadside.

This slap stunned the manservant. He sat on the ground in a daze for a long time, unable to get up. The crowd around him was also stunned. She actually dared to hit someone from an ancient family. Even if it was really a dog, it was still a dog raised by an ancient family. One had to look at the owner before hitting a dog.

Can this deal with the aftermath?

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