Chapter 3892 — Why the Hurry?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
If Wei Zhao truly blew this matter up, to the point of alarming the upper echelons of the Threefold Pavilion, then Meng Jueming would surely be unable to swallow what he had dished out. Never mind ascending to be the third pavilion master of the Welcome New Pavilion—even his current post as managing senior brother of the new disciples would not be safe, and heavy punishment would follow. All the pains he had taken over the years would be ruined in an instant.
By now the whole crowd was utterly stunned. A moment ago Wei Zhao had clearly been the one about to fall—yet in the blink of an eye, the whole affair had turned on its head.
Thirty-nine tender spirit herb seedlings in all. Wei Zhao's counterattack had come far too suddenly; the slap across the face was far too brutal!
"Heh heh, our leader is mighty—now let's see what else you idiots have to say!" Qiao Hongcai exchanged a look with the aggrieved senior brother and Xiao Che and the others, and grinned in triumph.
Seeing the eyes around him begin to shift, as though the rats were already deserting the sinking ship, Meng Jueming grew frantic. A flash of inspiration struck, and he shouted, "Hold on! You were issued only forty spirit herb seeds in the beginning, yet now you suddenly produce thirty-nine seedlings. I have every reason to suspect you of cheating!"
"Cheating?" Wei Zhao arched an eyebrow, noncommittal. "One should be held accountable for one's words. I'd advise Senior Brother Meng to think this through before speaking. Otherwise, on top of assaulting a newcomer, we add a charge of malicious slander—and then don't blame your junior brother for pressing his advantage."
Meng Jueming, thinking he had grasped the last straw, gave a cold snort with an air of certainty. "The Spirit Flower Steward happens to be right here. Whether it's cheating or not, he is the one most qualified to say."
Forty spirit herb seeds, and in the end thirty-nine seedlings—all at once, no less. If that was not cheating, Meng Jueming would gladly twist off his own head and give it to Wei Zhao as a ball to kick!
In his view, Wei Zhao's thirty-nine seedlings had surely been bought cheaply from somewhere or other, merely to pad out the count.
"Very well, then let the Spirit Flower Steward render judgment." Wei Zhao gave a light laugh and nodded with composure.
While the two of them spoke, the effeminate Spirit Flower Steward was wholly absorbed in the thirty-nine spirit herb seedlings Wei Zhao had set out, lost to everything else. The crowd waited a good long while before he gave a startled cry and came to himself, hand pressed to his forehead.
Beneath Meng Jueming's eager gaze, the Spirit Flower Steward's eyes traveled back and forth between him and Wei Zhao before he finally spoke. "Cultivating thirty-nine seedlings from forty spirit herb seeds—not to mention in the crude conditions enjoyed by newcomers to the Azure Cloud Pavilion, even in the most suitable environment of the spirit herb garden, handled by the finest professionals, such a high survival rate would be impossible."
"Did you hear that? Those are the words of the Spirit Flower Steward himself, the spirit herb garden's chief expert!" Meng Jueming said smugly.
But Wei Zhao merely said coolly, "Why the hurry, Senior Brother Meng? Wait until the Spirit Flower Steward has finished speaking before gloating. Otherwise, when a dignified managing senior brother makes a clown of himself, it won't look good for anyone's face, will it?" (To be continued..)
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