Chapter 3887 — An Unexpected Message
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Xiao Che had done well too, earning seventy-five points, while Wei Zhao had gotten only two chances to fight over two whole months—one against Zha Wu, and today against Murong Zhen—for a total of eighteen points.
Meng Zhou, meanwhile, full of ambition, ended up with only fifty-four points thanks to the sudden rise of Xiao Che and Qiao Hongcai—not even half of what he had expected, and he had not managed to overtake Wei Zhao, his most basic goal. A complete and utter failure.
Setting aside the elixir test, which had yet to be finally settled, the cumulative rankings across the three stages put Wei Zhao and Qiao Hongcai tied for first with a hundred and thirty-eight points apiece.
Meng Zhou held third with a hundred and twenty-six points, Xiao Che fourth with a hundred and eighteen, and Li Zhengming fifth with seventy-three.
This result truly caught everyone off guard. No one had ever imagined that Qiao Hongcai—that thing they called trash—would rise out of nowhere as a dark horse in the truest sense and take the top seat, blinding the eyes of all who beheld it.
Looking at the rankings, Meng Jueming's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Word had already come down from above: so long as he could break through to mid Foundation Establishment in the near term, his seat as third pavilion master of the Welcome New Pavilion was all but assured.
That ought to have been cause for great rejoicing, but the rankings before his eyes seemed to slap him across the face. He had poured in vast resources, and in the end his new recruits could not even take second place—how would he have the nerve to call himself third pavilion master in the days to come?
Just as Meng Jueming sat stewing in his fury, someone suddenly delivered a finely made invitation. At the name of its sender, his eyes lit up at once.
Early the next morning, someone triggered the restriction on the cave dwelling. Wei Zhao looked at the man before him and could not help but pause slightly.
The visitor was none other than Zha Wu—the acknowledged dead-last weakling among the Welcome New Pavilion's newcomers.
"What do you want with me?" Wei Zhao studied Zha Wu up and down with some surprise. Since the fellow had stepped up to challenge him in the very first round of the challenge tournament, he had left a fairly deep impression.
Mediocre in strength, fond of shortcuts, yet possessing no great wisdom—only a petty cleverness too shabby to show anyone. He would never amount to anything. That was the sum of the impression Zha Wu had left on Wei Zhao.
From what Wei Zhao understood, the man had been among the earlier batch to attach himself to Meng Jueming, though he had never been favored. His circumstances now seemed rather grim; his pitiful new-recruit assessment points were nearly in the negative.
What would a creature like this come to him for?
On seeing Wei Zhao, Zha Wu put on a fawning smile. "Leader Wei Zhao, I beg your pardon for disturbing your cultivation. I truly feel awful about it, but there is a piece of news I thought might interest you, so I wished to report it to you."
"What news?" Wei Zhao's expression betrayed nothing, though he had already guessed a good part of it. Could this creature no longer stand it over on Meng Jueming's side and wish to turn coat, serving as his mole the way Li Zhengming did?
Given Zha Wu's opportunistic nature, it was quite likely. After all, in his present circumstances, if he kept trailing behind Meng Jueming's lot eating their dust, he was doomed never to rise.
If, on the other hand, Wei Zhao's side would take him in, he might not receive much regard, but the key was that Wei Zhao had few people under him. Even if he could not get meat, he would at least get a taste of the broth.