Chapter 3877 — Murong Zhen's True Intent
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
In that instant, Meng Jueming's entire body went limp with bliss. Had this not been a public occasion like the newcomers' challenge tournament, he probably would have been unable to resist dragging this seductive woman into a cave dwelling and fighting three hundred rounds with her!
Meng Zhou, standing off to the side, could not help but purse his lips in jealousy. Though Meng Jueming was his patron, when it came to women, even one's own father had to step aside—of course, with his current strength he had no way of leaving Meng Jueming's protection, so no matter how discontent he felt, he could only choke it down for the time being.
Unexpectedly, Meng Jueming quickly snapped out of his besotted daze and said, his manner restored to normal: "A shameless little vixen, to be sure—but if you want my approval, you're still far from it!"
No matter how much he drooled over Murong Zhen, Meng Jueming was ultimately not a simple-minded sort like Meng Zhou; a single glance could not make him truly fall to his knees before her skirts.
If Murong Zhen could not offer any substantive action, then even if she truly threw herself at him, Meng Jueming would merely play along for the moment and would never treat her as one of his own.
And the action Meng Jueming wanted to see was, plainly put, very simple: he wanted Murong Zhen to step forward and openly move against Wei Zhao—that would be a true and substantial pledge of allegiance!
This newcomers' challenge tournament was Murong Zhen's first formal appearance since arriving at the Welcome New Pavilion. Only through her actual actions could her stance be truly gauged; apart from that, all sweet words were empty clouds.
Not only Meng Jueming—at this very moment, Wei Zhao too was watching Murong Zhen's movements, using them to infer the woman's true intentions.
This woman was a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage. In other words, apart from Wei Zhao himself, every other newcomer of the Azure Cloud Pavilion—Xiao Che and Qiao Hongcai included—was far from her match. She was a variable capable of overturning the entire situation among the Azure Cloud Pavilion newcomers.
If this woman truly intended to make some targeted move, then even if Wei Zhao himself was fine, the two beneath him, Xiao Che and Qiao Hongcai, would not be able to withstand it.
A moment later, with all eyes upon her, Murong Zhen—this newcomer who had just arrived—gracefully became the first to step onto the arena, and said in a clear voice that lost none of its charm: "Honored referee, Murong Zhen of Cave Dwelling No. 16 at the foot of the mountain challenges Cha Wu of Cave Dwelling No. 15 at the foot of the mountain."
At these words, everyone in the venue was struck dumb, and Cha Wu, the party being challenged, instantly turned as black in the face as the bottom of a pot.
Damn it all! Was it not bad enough that he had already been squeezed into the most broken, most wretched Cave Dwelling No. 15 at the foot of the mountain? Now along came a Murong Zhen who named him the moment she stepped up—and you're a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage, you beauty!
Cha Wu could barely restrain himself from roaring aloud before the crowd, but alas he lacked the nerve. Hearing her words, he could only weakly step onto the arena and concede outright; even if he were lent ten times the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's gall, he would not dare defy a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage like Murong Zhen!
To pay out a few challenge points, to hand over Cave Dwelling No. 15 at the foot of the mountain that he had thought was already the worst, and to move into an even more wretched little wooden hut—such was Cha Wu's fate. With this, his negative score across the first four rounds of the newcomers' assessment was sealed; there was no escaping it.