Chapter 69: Dig the Hole and Wait for Fang Jie to Fall In Part Three

Phoenix-Chirp Daoist got back onto his horse-drawn carriage, and that farmer seemed stunned with the silver tael in his hand.

The group started to move again, and those officials of the Ministry of Rites were at a loss for words. This was their first time seeing the power of a cultivator, and it was also their first time realizing that manpower was able to shock people like Heavenly Power.

While the group slowly moved forward, people cheered on both sides of the road.

When the group passed by the small forest, Tie Nu and others nodded toward Fang Jie who was on a tree branch, and Fang Jie smiled back at them.

At this moment, the curtain on the window of the third horse-drawn carriage was suddenly lifted a little, and the person inside looked out. This person looked at Chen Qingshan first and then focused on Fang Jie.

This stare was calm without hatred.

Fang Jie thought that he was hallucinating, but the curtain was already lowered when he tried to take another look at that stare.

When that horse-drawn carriage disappeared, Fang Jie still couldn’t figure out the meaning behind that stare. There was no hostility and hatred. It was calm like the surface of a lake without ripples.

However, such a stare made Fang Jie’s heart lurch for some reason.

…

On a hill about a kilometer away, Vulture who was in a black cloak looked at the young man who had a tobacco pipe in his mouth with a monocular.

Although it seemed like Vulture was smiling, it was a cold grin. Yu Donglai told him several times not to mess with Fang Jie, but he didn’t think he should be cautious toward this little figure who didn’t have a great background.

Behind Vulture, more than a dozen people stood there with black cloaks on them; only their eyes were revealed. They were so cold that it seemed like a row of knives were stabbed into the ground behind Vulture.

“That woman seems troublesome, but the rest of them are nothing to be afraid of,” Vulture murmured before suddenly thinking of one thing and frowning.

“I heard that Li Fubo and others from the Martial Arts Academy will be practicing arts of war in that spot south of the city tomorrow, and Royal King Yi will represent His Majesty and watch it in person? This will be the last competition between the top three students of the Martial Arts Academy; I wonder who will win.”

A subordinate nodded and said, “The Deputy just arranged this; it is real.”

“If this dumb kid accidentally got into this competition and died in a battle formation, not much turbulence will appear, right?”

Vulture sneered and ordered, “Think of a way and lure him there tomorrow morning. Those top three students are all cold and arrogant, and anyone who trespasses into the territory of the Martial Arts Academy will be in trouble. Even if this kid doesn’t die, we can use this opportunity to remove him from the entrance exam of the Martial Arts Academy. If he is no longer a participant, there is nothing to worry about.”

When Vulture picked up the monocular again, he discovered that the young man on the tree branch was gone.

He was only about one kilometer away from Fang Jie. If Mu Xiaoyao were here, she would have sensed him.

However, Mu Xiaoyao was inside Chang’an and entered the Royal Guard.

Vulture tried to locate the young man, and he soon realized that Fang Jie was standing in the middle of the public road, waving toward his direction. Vulture was startled and took another look, and he found that another group of people appeared. There seemed to be about seven to eight horse-drawn carriages in this group, and a fat daoist was in the front and waving at this young man.

Vulture clenched his teeth and hoped that this fat daoist wasn’t with Spiritual Master Xiao. If the people of the Daoist Sect were involved with Fang Jie, it would be tough for him to do things.