Chapter 128 Explode the Potion House!

"Afeng, Afeng, I've come up with a new campaign idea for you," Fantasi said enthusiastically from the side. "Right now, Luo Lan has the most votes, and many people from the Gun Institute support him. Here's what we can do: our slogan will be that if you become president, you'll support the Gun Institute—whatever they need, they'll get. You're familiar with Anhe Hall, right? We can help them buy guns too! By pulling in the Gun Institute, we not only boost our own votes but also reduce Luo Lan's. It's a win-win!"

Old Wang replied lazily, "Buying materials is one thing, but buying guns is another. The cost would skyrocket, and do you really think Anbolin is that stupid?"

"We could just supply the upper echelons!" Fantasi said excitedly. "Like the head of the Gun Institute!"

"Damn, are you trying to win votes or flirt? What kind of ridiculous ideas are these? I might as well try my luck with the Soul Beast Academy." Without waiting for Old Wang to speak, Winnie kicked him aside with disdain. "Anyway, Wang Feng, your campaign slogan won't work. Change it soon. This nonsense won't even convince yourself!"

"I believe it wholeheartedly. Women hold up half the sky, and time will show their worth," Old Wang said with a grin. "One day everyone will understand. Back home, there's another Old Wang next door. We're both staunch supporters of women!"

Everyone was stunned. What was this 'neighbor Old Wang' about? Was it another freak from their village?

But honestly, Old Wang hadn't thought much about feminism.

It wasn't a matter of awareness; in a world where slavery still existed, advocating for women's rights was a fool's errand. He simply wanted to flatter Karida, and by extension, Famier and Fama.

Famier was the head of the Institute of Potions, while Fama was the dean. Since he was planning to collaborate with the Institute of Potions, flattering them was essential.

Speaking of which, when would Dean Fama return? Counterfeit Eyes of the Sea were already flooding the market, and every day of delay meant losing more market share!

Dean Fama was only in his forties and could afford to wait, but Old Wang couldn't.

"Enough, enough. When has the captain ever lacked judgment?" Old Wang interrupted Winnie's nagging, speaking lazily. "Someone has to be the pioneer. Who would have believed that the Wang brothers would unify the Nine Heavens? Wait until..."

He paused mid-sentence.

Winnie looked at him curiously. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Old Wang smiled. "Just wait and see!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched the Golden Barrier he always carried.

Damn, that feeling just now was real, right?

Old Wang felt his heart pounding. This sense of impending danger was back again.

Brother, how long has it been? Can't I catch a break?

The feeling from the Insect God Seed was never wrong. This time it felt more urgent, indicating stronger intent to kill. Could someone be planning to attack within the Holy Sanctuary?

Old Wang had a strong premonition. Although Karida said the Holy Sanctuary was safe, trusting her would be foolish. She didn't care about his life and might even be using him as bait.

Over the next few days, Wang Feng's routine suddenly became very regular. He attended classes at the Rune Academy during the day, which even moved Li Sitan to tears. At night, he worked late at the Institute of Potions, carrying a large box each time, supposedly to gain their support.

Today, Wang Feng stayed late at the Institute of Potions as usual. The workshop was unusually quiet at this hour, but no one dared to clear him out.

Next to him was an oversized medicine chest custom-made by Anhe Hall. Old Wang stood before the potion table, fiddling with a crystal bottle filled with purple liquid, which glowed under the workshop lights.

Hiss...

A faint breeze seemed to blow through, slightly opening the door.

"This damn door!" Old Wang lit the crystal fire under the bottle and muttered, "Can't those guys at the Institute of Potions maintain their equipment properly?"

He turned to close the door but saw a tall figure emerge from the darkness.

Old Wang instinctively stepped back, placing his left hand on the medicine chest, his face showing surprise. "Who's there? I see you!"

A silhouette gradually emerged from the darkness, entering the room and closing the door behind them.

"Nine Gods Supreme, traitors die!"

Old Wang tensed up. "Brother, are you from the Nine Gods? Don't attack, there's a misunderstanding. We're on the same side..."

Under the workshop lights, a tall, bald man appeared, ignoring Wang Feng's words. A cold glint flashed in his left hand, revealing a short sword.

As the sword appeared, a surge of soul power emanated from the man, filling the air with murderous intent. His eyes showed only mockery and brutality.

Old Wang sighed inwardly. These were all monsters.

"Ah! Headmaster, you're here! Help, grab him!" Old Wang suddenly shouted toward the door.

Names and reputations precede a person. In this confined space, the attacker had nowhere to run, even if they suspected a trick. The man hesitated for a moment, giving Old Wang enough time to open the chest. The seemingly ordinary medicine chest suddenly sprang open, and Old Wang jumped inside.

The assassin realized something was amiss but before turning around, threw the short sword forward!

The sword flew fast, but the chest closed faster. There was a loud 'ding' as the sword hit the lid, shaking the entire chest.

The assassin was stunned, catching the thrown dagger and stabbing wildly at the chest. He then realized how sturdy it was.

He tried manipulating the chest's mechanism but saw the locked button on its surface, knowing it was custom-made and could only be opened from the inside.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" Old Wang's muffled voice came from inside the chest. "I'm from the Nine Gods!"

The chest was custom-made by Anhe Hall, and the crystal bottle contained the Surge of Nightmares.

Relying solely on Karida wouldn't work. One had to take matters into their own hands. Rather than living in constant fear, it was better to lure the attacker out. He guessed the other party was equally anxious.

So he deliberately stayed late at the potion workshop, hoping to draw the snake out of its hole. The attacker took the bait, though they acted quickly, leaving Old Wang no time to stall. But he managed to get into the 'safe chest,' specially designed by Anhe Hall. With the Golden Barrier protecting him, he felt secure.

While seemingly busy with potions, his spirit soul was carefully probing, ready to ignite the "Surge of Nightmares" upon the target's appearance.

"Brother, which group sent you?" Old Wang shouted from inside the chest, worried the attacker might notice the unassuming crystal bottle. "It's all a misunderstanding! I'm working undercover for the Fifth Prince at the Rose! Your superior doesn't know, don't make a mistake!"

The assassin ignored him, eyes bloodshot, pouring soul power into frenzied attacks on the chest, heedless of the noise. Imperial assassins either succeeded or died, with no other options.

Clang~~~

Tick~

Tick~

Old Wang felt dizzy, "Damn it, brother, what deep-seated grudge do you have? Can't we just chat instead!"

Tick!

Another loud sound of a hard object smashing against the iron box erupted, nearly making Old Wang vomit from the noise inside the box. His head was spinning, his eardrums stung, and before he could catch his breath, another series of jolts followed.

Tick tick tick tick~

The loud sounds of the iron box almost sent Old Wang to the brink of madness. He had initially planned to talk to distract the attacker, but now that was out of the question. The final blow was so powerful that it made the entire iron box jump off the ground.

Bang!

Old Wang felt his body rise with the iron box, then suddenly a sliver of light penetrated the darkness. Several pieces of shattered metal flew in through the crack, hitting his forehead painfully.

Damn!

Old Wang's eyes widened—no way, this thing can be split open? Even Anhe Hall's stuff isn't reliable!

Clang!

The iron box hit the ground heavily, and soon after, a gleaming dagger was prying its way through the crack.

This time, Old Wang was genuinely terrified, but in the next second, a faint glow appeared.

The liquid in the crystal bottle heated up rapidly, reaching a state of mutation. The bubbling liquid emitted a purple glow that illuminated the entire room, filling the space with unpredictable energy.

The assassin instinctively sensed danger and turned around abruptly, ignoring the captive with the turtle shell.

With the crystal bottle as the center, the purple light burst forth like a beast from the abyss.

Boom!

His pupils dilated, and an expression of disbelief crossed his face as a powerful shockwave surged forward.

Silence reigned as the strong body was instantly engulfed by the blinding light, leaving nothing behind. The large iron box was violently thrown up, crashing through two layers of the Institute of Potions' walls, rolling onto the grass outside.

Wang Feng's workshop collapsed, the purple light shooting into the sky, accompanied by fragments of stone like fireworks.

Old Wang felt his eardrums bleeding, and the rolling iron box battered every part of his body until he passed out.

Sometime later, various noises began to fill his ears, and the box started moving. He... was being pulled out.

The workshop of the Institute of Potions ahead was already in ruins, with a large section of the wall collapsed, and flames raging all around.

On the lid of the iron box, a broken short sword still bore a recognizable fragment of the word: 'Wild'.