Looking at the spittoon in Wang Qiang's hands — one that contained the Martial Dao — Chu Feng shook his head with a smile and said, "Wang Qiang, I've told you many times already. That belongs to you. I won't use it, and I couldn't use it even if I wanted to."
"You should refine it as soon as possible. Maybe your cultivation will surge forward. If you run into any trouble then, you'll be the one protecting me."
Over these past days, Wang Qiang had urged Chu Feng countless times to use the spittoon. But this was something that would bring tremendous benefit to Wang Qiang as well. How could Chu Feng possibly take it?
"I really don't understand, bro-bro... brothers, why are you being so polite? You... you... you need it right now, don't you? If you need it, just use it first!"
"There's treasure hidden in this place, but bu-but... but that treasure is dangerous and unpredictable. If you use this, your cultivation might break through, and that would give you that much more of a safeguard, wouldn't it?"
"If you really feel bad about it, th-then th-then... after you've gained something from this treasure, you can just give it back to me then."
"Even if you compensate me double, I won't... won't mind at all, hehehe." Wang Qiang said with a grin.
However, Wang Qiang's little ploy was never going to work on Chu Feng. He had long since figured out that Wang Qiang was saying all this purely to get him to use the Martial Dao spittoon.
As for the future — even if Chu Feng did obtain something comparable to this spittoon, Wang Qiang would almost certainly refuse to take it then.
"Brother, some things can be yielded, and some things cannot."
"If this object were useless to you but useful to me, I wouldn't need you to ask. I'd take it myself."
"But the reality is, this thing is immensely useful to you as well — perhaps even more useful to you than to me."
"So, I appreciate your good intentions, but this... you keep it for yourself." Chu Feng was firm.
He had his own principles. To advance his cultivation, he could rob, he could seize, he could risk his life.
But... he would never take something that belonged to his brother. Because... that was not Chu Feng's Martial Dao.
"Forget it, forget it. There's really no dealing with you. Hou-how many people spend their entire lives in seclusion trying to break through a single realm, and they never manage it? If I gave this to anyone else, they'd empty their entire fortune for it — and it's being handed to them for free!"
"But you, you fool, you don't want it. Brother, you're not... not... not me putting you down, but you really are the biggest fool in the world." Wang Qiang, seeing that he couldn't budge Chu Feng, actually resorted to mocking him.
"No, at most I'm the second-biggest fool in the world," Chu Feng said.
"Why-why... why?" Wang Qiang asked.
"Because you're first. Who on earth gets a chance to break through their cultivation and doesn't take it, just hands it away for free? You must've been kicked by how many people as a kid to end up like this." Chu Feng said with a laugh.
"Damn it! Just for that line — if you want it now, I won't... won't give it to you!" Wang Qiang rolled his eyes at Chu Feng and tucked away the spittoon that contained the Martial Dao.
"Is Chu Feng here?!?!" But just then, a shout suddenly rang out from beyond the palace hall.
The voice wasn't particularly loud, yet it sent tremors through one's heart. It carried a hidden suppressive force.
"These annoying people are back again. Looks like I'd better announce seclusion right away, so they... they... they stop begging for an audience day after day," Wang Qiang said with impatience.
"No. This time, the visitors don't come with good intentions," Chu Feng said.