Chapter 3809 — What a Good Samaritan
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Seeing Yu Jiang's rather disappointed expression, Meng Jueming could not resist probing: "Brother Yu, what exactly do you mean to do with this newcomer you've gone to such trouble to find? I won't boast of much else, but when it comes to every last newcomer in Qingyun Pavilion, I know them like the back of my hand. Why not tell me the specifics? I might be able to help you pick him out."
His intent in saying this was simply to see whether he might scrape some benefit out of it—and, if the chance arose, to push Meng Zhou forward along the way.
Yu Jiang had been wallowing in disappointment, but at these words his eyes lit up at once.
Here in Yingxin Pavilion, this fellow Meng Jueming was a veritable local snake. When it came to knowledge of the newcomers here, he stood far above the likes of Young Master Xu and Pavilion Master Hu Yunfeng; if he wanted to find someone, it would be simplicity itself. Having his help was naturally for the best.
"Then I thank you for your kindness, Brother Meng. The man I'm looking for is called Lin Er—though that is very likely an assumed name. As for his particulars, they are just what I told you. I won't deceive you, Brother Meng: this man is my sworn, irreconcilable enemy. Not long ago I nearly died at his hands, and this debt must be repaid. So I beg you, Brother Meng, to lend me your help and spare no effort in this!" Yu Jiang entreated him with the utmost sincerity.
My God! Hearing this, Meng Jueming could have torn out his own hair and slapped himself twice across the face. After all that circling, there was no benefit to be had at all—the man this creature was hunting was his sworn enemy!
And here he had been running Wei Zhao down with all his heart, even thinking to put Meng Zhou forward in his place. Looking back now, had not all his words actually done Wei Zhao a great favor—cleared him of suspicion?
Had he known, he should have turned black into white and bent every effort to steer suspicion onto Wei Zhao. Who cared whether Wei Zhao was the Lin Er this creature sought? First sow discord, then insist with all his might that Wei Zhao was the culprit—and there he would have raised a mortal enemy for Wei Zhao at no cost. Would that not have been a joy to behold?
A golden opportunity had been squandered by his own hand, and instead he had muddled along and shielded Wei Zhao from disaster. What utter, contemptible folly!
But the words were already out of his mouth. However much Meng Jueming regretted it, he could hardly take them back now; he could only nod vaguely and mutter some evasive agreement, and let the matter drop.
"Young Master Xu, Pavilion Master Hu, I should like to go and look around the newcomers' arenas of the other two pavilions. Would that be all right?" Yu Jiang turned to Xu Lingchong and asked.
Having failed to find his man here at Qingyun Pavilion, it was only natural to turn and try one's luck at Chongtian Pavilion and Xuanji Pavilion. And ordinarily, the newcomers of those two pavilions were bound to be stronger than those of Qingyun Pavilion, that dumping ground for deadwood; the odds of Lin Er being mixed in among them were far greater than here.
Still, this was Yingxin Pavilion's territory after all, and under normal circumstances an outsider like him would not be permitted to wander about at will—though naturally, with a nod from Xu Lingchong and Hu Yunfeng, there would be no problem.
"Go on, then," Xu Lingchong said, waving a hand with some impatience and motioning for Hu Yunfeng to accompany him.
Though today's scheme of killing with a borrowed blade had come to nothing, the fellow was, after all, an inner disciple of Chongtian Pavilion, and his attitude toward Young Master Xu had been respectful throughout—barely half one of his own. Doing him a casual favor was no great matter.