My Foolish Husband Turned Out to Have a Hidden Identity Too Chapter 373: 374 The Mistress's Fate (3)

Chapter 373: Chapter 374 The Mistress’s Fate (3)

The protector’s words reminded Wu Yi, who swallowed his raging fury and said coldly, “I will first find that old man Shen Ran, and once I get the Elixir to heal Ruoying, I will settle scores with him. If he doesn’t give an explanation, even if it escalates to the Dean, I will not let him get away with it!”

Inside the Alchemy Hall, Shen Ran had already heard reports about the dispute and, as he listened, he chuckled, “The Martial Hall has suffered a big loss this ti. I suppose it won’t be long before that old man Wu Yi cos looking for .”

As he was speaking, a voice announced from outside: “Elder Shen, Elder Wu Yi seeks an audience.”

Shen Ran paused, surprised. Since when did that old man ever enter formally? He had changed his habits this ti.

“Tsk, tsk,” shaking his head, Shen Ran, full of vigor, said, “I had just finished speaking, and here cos the old man. Let him in.”

As his words fell, Wu Yi, with an iron-gray complexion, strode in from the outside.

Seeing Shen Ran’s obviously schadenfreude smile, a surge of anger welled up in Wu Yi, but thinking of his purpose for coming today, he suppressed it again.

“Elder Shen Ran, this ti I have co to ask you for a Mortal-grade Pill.”

“A Mortal-grade Pill?” Shen Ran raised an eyebrow, his face showing embarrassnt, “It’s not that I begrudge the Elixir, not giving it to you, but truly… I really don’t have any Mortal-grade Pills on hand right now.”

Wu Yi’s face darkened: “I have prepared the herbs for you, you refine the Elixir for .”

“Hehe, I’m terribly sorry, I accidentally took a fall the other day and broke my hand, so I can’t refine any Elixir.”

Broke his hand?

You think everyone else is a fool?

Wu Yi felt an urge to burst out cursing. Did he consider all cultivators as useless? With his strength, even falling off a cliff wouldn’t kill him, yet he supposedly broke his hand from a re stumble?

“Shen Ran, are you truly unwilling to help ?” Wu Yi’s chest was stifling with anger as he asked, squinting his eyes.

Shen Ran sighed helplessly, “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but I am truly powerless.”

“Fine, very well, Shen Ran, I am now going to the Dean to seek justice. As the Alchemy Hall, it is only natural to provide Elixirs for the Martial Hall, yet you seize this for personal vendetta! And those disciples under your command, I will make them pay for today’s incident! Wait for the harsh punishnt to co! Hmph!”

After dropping these words, Wu Yi strode away, his sleeves flapping, so he did not see the mont Shen Ran turned around, his elderly face suddenly blooming with a smile.

“Even if you go to the Dean to complain, it will be useless.”

He gently stroked his beard, his face full of smiles as he watched Wu Yi’s retreating figure…

Inside the luxurious and noble study, the Dean was carefully admiring the Silver Leaf on the table, looking at it as if it were his own son when suddenly a crying voice ca through the door, startling him so much that his fingers trembled, nearly causing the Silver Leaf to roll off the table.

Imdiately, his face darkened.

“Dean, you must defend .”

Wu Yi ran in from the outside and fell to his knees in front of the Dean, each word tearful, each sentence bloodstained, as if he had suffered a great injustice, he cried.

“Shen Ran, that bastard went too far, condoning his disciples to commit violence, especially those nad Xiao Ruyue and Zi Qianjing, who injured countless disciples from my Martial Hall and even caused my disciple to suffer serious injuries, with his fate still unknown. My disciple is at fault too, so I initially didn’t want to make much of it, only needing Shen Ran to produce the Elixir to heal my disciple, and I would have let it go. But Shen Ran said he had no Mortal-grade Pills left, then excused himself claiming he broke his hand and couldn’t refine it, clearly he wants my disciple dead!”