Chapter 3936 — A Scream from the Mountain Cave
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Meng Jueming nodded. At the doorway he suddenly halted and turned back: "Meng Zhou, when you take the Midnight Heart-Shattering Pill later, the process will inevitably be excruciating. If you cannot endure it, you are finished. These are no idle words to frighten you."
It was rare to see Meng Jueming so grave. Though Meng Zhou was burning with impatience, he at last caught a hint of what lay beneath the words and asked cautiously: "Then what should I do?"
However arrogant and reckless he might be, Meng Zhou could at least recognize clearly that willpower had never been his strong suit. If Meng Jueming's words were true, he might well not be able to hold out.
"If you truly cannot endure it, remember just one thing: hatred can carry a man through all pain and torment. You need only know who it is you most want to kill, and lay every ounce of suffering at his feet. You must live and hold on, and repay him a hundredfold, a thousandfold, in days to come. That is enough!" Leaving those words behind, Meng Jueming turned and departed.
"Hatred?" Meng Zhou repeated thoughtfully, then a savage, vicious glint flashed through his eyes: "Who do I most want to kill? Why, that bastard Wei Zhao, of course!"
To speak of rivals—given Meng Zhou's long-standing arrogant and overbearing nature, he had never lacked for them. Back in his hometown he had been a local bully and had clashed with plenty of people.
But ever since coming to the Welcoming Pavilion, he had been utterly cut off from the outside world. Under Meng Jueming's protection, the ordinary newcomers all dared not speak their anger aloud against him, and men like Li Zhengming, however savagely he oppressed them, never made a sound.
Now his greatest rival was down to one, and that was naturally Wei Zhao!
After all, was not the whole point of taking the Midnight Heart-Shattering Pill to bring down that pompous tyrant Wei Zhao?
"Just wait to die, Wei Zhao!" Meng Zhou spat viciously. After eyeing the Midnight Heart-Shattering Pill greedily for a moment, he jammed it into his mouth.
Only ten days remained before the final stage of the assessment. How long the Midnight Heart-Shattering Pill's effects would take to manifest, and how long after that to consolidate his strength and realm—all of it was still unknown. Meng Zhou was acting somewhat rashly, but it was precisely the situation Meng Jueming hoped to see.
What Meng Zhou had not expected, however, was that the moment the Midnight Heart-Shattering Pill went down his throat, the agonizing pain Meng Jueming had spoken of struck without the slightest warning—the legendary agony of a shattered heart!
"Aaaagh—!" A heart-rending howl of misery in an instant rang through the mountains and wilds. Nearly every newcomer of the Azure Cloud Pavilion around was startled out of their caves, staring at one another in bewilderment.
Before they could make sense of what was happening, another anguished howl followed. This time everyone understood: the screams were coming from Meng Zhou's Cave No. 4 at the foot of the mountain.
"What in the world is going on? Even butchering a pig is not this loud, is it?" The newcomers' faces turned strange.
The spirit-energy density in these caves at the foot of the mountain was not especially high, but they had been built by the Three-Tier Pavilion after all. Every facility was absolutely first-rate, and thanks to the cave's restrictive wards, the soundproofing was superb.
Normally, once the cave's gate and wards were shut, no matter what uproar went on inside, those outside could scarcely detect a thing—and that held true even for a perception as keen as Wei Zhao's. R1152