Chapter 3876 — The Opportunity Arrives
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Nor was he speaking at random. Last night Murong Zhen had come calling on Wei Zhao. Late as it was and the night deep and quiet, Murong Zhen lived in a little wooden hut on the open ground, and her every move drew the close attention of the newcomers, so such a thing could hardly escape the eyes and ears of the watchful. Meng Zhou was naturally among them.
He did not know exactly what had happened, but that Murong Zhen and Wei Zhao had parted on bad terms—of that he was certain.
And Wei Zhao was well known as a starving ghost in the realm of lust, wearing a prim and proper face while heaven knew what filth churned in his belly. With his early Foundation Establishment strength, if he truly angered Murong Zhen, who stood at the peak of early Foundation Establishment, a beating was already lucky for him—killing him outright would not have been excessive!
"You're saying it was that woman Murong Zhen who did it?" Meng Jueming studied Murong Zhen and Wei Zhao with an amused look, and found that the relationship between the two was indeed not good at all; there seemed to be a hidden wariness and hostility between them.
Meng Zhou gave a knowing, cold chuckle. "Think about it, Cousin Ninth. Among our newcomers here, who else besides Miss Murong could make that brat Wei Zhao suffer such a big loss?"
"That's true enough." Because Nan Tianguan and Yu Jiang had been very careful to cover their tracks earlier, Meng Jueming had not considered that direction. The question he cared about most now was just one: where exactly did this woman Murong Zhen stand?
Before Murong Zhen arrived, he had already found it quite a strain just dealing with Wei Zhao and his gang. Especially of late, since he had made Meng Zhou deliberately hold back, they had been utterly crushed in the open by Wei Zhao's crew, all but stripping him, the chief steward and senior disciple, of every shred of face. Day in and day out, he could only console himself with a single saying: he who cannot endure small matters ruins great plans!
And now, with Wei Zhao not yet dealt with, along came Murong Zhen, whose difficulty was in no way inferior to Wei Zhao's—which had truly given Meng Jueming a whole night of grief.
After all, from Murong Zhen's first show of behavior, she had seemed rather well disposed toward Wei Zhao. Wei Zhao's gang alone had already been more than Meng Jueming could handle; add a Murong Zhen at the peak of early Foundation Establishment, and how was he supposed to manage?
But now, seeing the subtle antagonism between the two, Meng Jueming's heart finally settled. So long as this woman Murong Zhen did not side with Wei Zhao, things would be easy!
Murong Zhen was nothing but a woman. Even if her strength was decent, she had just arrived with no foundation whatsoever. However scheming she might be, in Meng Jueming's eyes she had no possibility of standing on her own; she had only two choices—throw in with Wei Zhao's gang, or with him, Meng Jueming.
And now, since Murong Zhen and Wei Zhao were at odds, then by process of elimination she could only turn to him, Meng Jueming!
"This woman is actually a rare piece of goods!" Meng Jueming pinched his chin, his triangular eyes fixed greedily on Murong Zhen's voluptuous figure as he clicked his tongue in admiration again and again.
In the Three-Tiered Pavilion of North Island, female cultivators were rare to begin with, and one as beautiful as Murong Zhen was rarer still, like phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Generally speaking, even if one was lucky enough to see such a woman, she would be the exclusive prize of young lords and second-generation heirs like Xu Lingchong—there was no chance she would ever fall to a lowly steward like Meng Jueming.
This time, Meng Jueming knew his chance had come. This woman Murong Zhen was clearly no chaste and virtuous maiden; once she was forced by circumstance to submit to him, she surely would not put on airs. It was time to enjoy himself properly!