Chapter 3953 — Identity Exposed
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Wei Zhao remained unmoved, still mining away without a word. True, at a moment like this, silence alone could no longer hide anything—but he wanted to see just what sort of evidence Meng Jueming actually held in his hand.
"Hmph, you thought you could keep pulling the wool over everyone's eyes forever? You really won't shed a tear till you see the coffin! Fine, then—out of the goodness of my heart, I'll show you a little something and shatter that pipe dream of yours." Meng Jueming gave a cold snort, then drew an object from his robes: none other than the spirit jade he had traded for from that stall owner in the market.
Catching sight of that flawed spirit jade from the corner of his eye, Wei Zhao felt his eyelid twitch. The truth dawned on him then—no wonder Meng Jueming was so certain. The man really had caught him in a fatal flaw.
As for this spirit jade, because of the slight blemish on it, Wei Zhao had never paid it any particular attention, though he did retain some vague impression of it. At the time, he had not given it much thought.
After all, he could never have guessed that this was a spirit jade Meng Jueming had marked with his own hand; and the odds of it drifting back into its original owner's possession after the transaction were vanishingly small. Even if such a near-impossible sliver of chance had come to pass, in theory it should hardly have posed any threat to Wei Zhao.
Yet who could have foreseen such a coincidence in this world? He had conducted everything with the utmost care, and yet because of a lapse that could scarcely even be called a lapse, Meng Jueming had seized upon a flaw that laid his identity bare beyond all doubt.
At this, Wei Zhao could only smile bitterly to himself. Truly, the ways of the world were fickle.
Noting Wei Zhao's expression, Meng Jueming broke into a smug grin. "Oh? Looks like Young Hero Lin has finally come to terms with reality. Tell me—if I were to hand this spirit jade over to the Southern Heaven Pass and take the liberty of explaining the whole chain of events to them, what do you suppose would happen?"
"What do you want?" Wei Zhao finally spoke. Things had come to this point; there was no longer any hope of talking his way out of it with sophistry. He could only face it head-on.
"Tsk, tsk, what a terrifying look. Is Young Hero Lin preparing to fly into a rage and silence me for good?" Meng Jueming clutched his chest in mock alarm, then went on in an unfathomable tone: "Come to think of it, Young Hero Lin is quite the remarkable figure—a new disciple of lowly mortal-world origins, yet possessed of such formidable strength, strong enough to kill even a peak late-Foundation Establishment expert like Nan Tianyong. To someone like me, the managing senior brother, you must see me as nothing more than a clown who doesn't know his place and is courting death, no?"
Though the words were dripping with sarcasm, the truth was that once Meng Jueming had realized Wei Zhao's true identity, he had been scared out of his wits—drenched in a cold sweat from head to toe.
No matter how one looked at it, the fact that Wei Zhao could kill Nan Tianyong was simply too horrifying. If he could slay even a peak late-Foundation Establishment expert in a single exchange, then what was Meng Jueming—a mere mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator—but so weak that Wei Zhao might not even deign to lift a hand against him?
And to think that he had once believed Wei Zhao was nothing special—that even if the man could repeatedly defeat Meng Zhou and even Murong Zhen, he was still just a new disciple at heart. If Meng Jueming himself had taken the field, then even a hundred Wei Zhaos would have been long dead and buried.