Chapter 3560 — Meng Jueming and Meng Zhou
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
Wei Zhao did not mind at all. Having clawed his way up through the mortal realm, he had long since cultivated the habit of keeping his joys and angers off his face.
But Xiao Che's expression changed on the spot! These creatures went around acting like quails before everyone else, not daring to so much as raise their voices—and yet before the two of us they put on the airs of big bad wolves. They themselves are nothing but grass-roots rogue cultivators, and yet they call us country bumpkins? Compared with those arrogant, overbearing second-generation cultivators, these types who only know how to throw their weight around at home were in fact even more detestable.
Still, Xiao Che knew he could only keep such thoughts to himself, and think back—hadn't his own family been squeezed out by those ancient sects? Wherever one went, this sort of thing existed, and there was no point in making a fuss over it.
"Calm yourselves, Brothers, calm down, a step back opens up the wide sea and the vast sky—private brawling here in the Welcome Pavilion is severely punished." The Miserable Senior Brother hurriedly urged them again and again, terrified that a single flash of anger would send Wei Zhao and Xiao Che into a brawl, which would see not only the two of them heavily punished but even him, the steward senior brother, dragged into it.
Of course, there was one kind of contest that was permitted—the formal challenge—but he was afraid Wei Zhao and the others would come off badly, so there was no way he would mention it. After all, in the Miserable Senior Brother's eyes, those who came up from the mortal realm could never match the solidness of the fundamentals of the people from the Heaven-Tier North Island; the thinness of the heaven-and-earth spiritual qi and the heart-method verses simply could not compare.
In recent years there had indeed been some fine hands from the mortal realm who had successfully surmounted the summit and entered the upper echelons of the various sects of the Middle Island—but those were, after all, only a minority.
Wei Zhao gave a faint nod. He had seen far too many of this sort and was already numb to them; moreover, with his strength he could now kill such people in an instant. Even facing the Miserable Senior Brother, he would not be the weaker.
It was only that Wei Zhao had come here for a different purpose; there was no need for him to **lower himself to quarrel with these people.
Still, one thing could be seen from these people's behavior: the reason the Azure Cloud Pavilion had become the weakest of the three pavilions was not simply that they were grass-roots rogue cultivators.
The pitiful always have something hateful about them. These people, in both strength and background, started out naturally lower than those of the Skyward Pavilion and the Mystic Mechanism Pavilion, and yet all they knew was to throw their weight around at home—if that could still make the Azure Cloud Pavilion rise to power, then one might as well expect to see ghosts.
Seeing that Wei Zhao had chosen forbearance, Xiao Che, at his side, naturally would not strike either; his strength was nowhere near as formidable as Wei Zhao's, and he had resolved to cultivate quietly and keep a low profile, so he would not rashly stick his neck out.
But though the two of them chose forbearance, that did not mean the other side would let them off. The leader, a Heaven-Tier Great Perfection cultivator, walked up to the two of them and sneered down at them: "What? You look like you're not convinced and want to have a go with me? Fine, I, Meng Zhou, am famous for being helpful, so I'll reluctantly oblige and spar with you, and let you learn just how wide the gap is between Cloud Terrace Island and the mortal realm! Shall we make it a formal challenge?"