Chapter 3929 — How Do You Figure That?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
Of all the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers, the last to arrive was Murong Zhen. None of the other newcomers bore her any resentment for it—women always had certain privileges at times like these, especially a woman as alluring, seductive, and formidable as Murong Zhen.
When they caught sight of the spirit pet fluttering gracefully at Murong Zhen's side, every eye lit up in unison. Even these grown men could not help but gasp at first sight: what a dazzling, dreamlike butterfly!
With its wings spread, the butterfly was astonishing in size—a full zhang in body length and a zhang and a half across the wingspan. Its brilliant, eye-catching wings were dusted with countless glimmering flecks of blue light; at a glance it resembled a magnificent folding screen, enough to make the heart swoon.
"Butterfly Queen, let them see your charm," Murong Zhen ordered with a faint, not un-smug laugh.
At her words, the giant butterfly she called the Butterfly Queen rose fluttering into the air. With a slight quiver of its wings, motes of blue light drifted down like a dream, like a vision, as though a spirit of the immortals had descended.
"Careful—there's something wrong with those scale-powders," Wei Zhao warned in a low voice, and at once led Xiao Che and the others quietly out of the range of the drifting blue light.
The other newcomers, however, lacked his vigilance. One and all they remained lost in the Butterfly Queen's breathtaking beauty, unable to tear themselves away.
It was only a moment later that Meng Jueming, the strongest among them, finally sensed something amiss—for he suddenly discovered that his hands and feet would no longer obey him.
Over the past month, while the newcomers had been busy in the back hills subduing spirit pets, he had successfully broken through and advanced. He was now a fine expert of the mid Foundation Establishment stage, his rank far above everyone else present.
Murong Zhen's Butterfly Queen, gorgeous and dreamlike as it appeared, was in truth only of the mid Heaven rank. Given the vast gulf between them, it should by all rights have been all but impossible for it to affect Meng Jueming at all.
Yet at this very moment Meng Jueming's limbs were indeed numb and paralyzed. Even if he could still move with effort, it was slow and laborious in the extreme—and as for the other newcomers present, far weaker than he, they could barely stir at all.
Watching the crowd struggle in vain, unable to move no matter how they tried, Xiao Che, Qiao Hongcai, and the others exchanged glances, and the looks they turned on Murong Zhen and the Butterfly Queen now held a measure of dread. This thing truly was not to be underestimated.
"Murong Zhen, what exactly do you think you're doing?" Caught in the same trap as the newcomers before everyone's eyes, Meng Jueming felt he had lost face. His expression dark, he immediately rebuked her.
Having savored the newcomers' looks of utter horror to her heart's content, Murong Zhen covered her mouth and laughed prettily. "Don't worry, Senior Brother Meng. This is nothing more than a little joke this beauty has played on everyone. Within an hour the paralysis will wear off on its own, and there will be no aftereffects whatsoever. Rest easy, all of you."
At that, the newcomers breathed a collective sigh of relief—but Meng Zhou said anxiously, "Then what are we supposed to do for this hour? None of us can even move, so how are we going to hold the spirit pet battles?"
He had been looking forward to today for a long time, counting on his Blackback Staff Ape to cut down all comers and win him some proper glory and swagger. And now he was so paralyzed he could not even move—what swagger was left in that?