274: Chapter 273 Collective Action 274: Chapter 273 Collective Action They had been drinking on the roof of the pawnshop for three days, and even Wang Mian was getting impatient, he couldn’t help but ask,
“Brother, how long do you plan to stay here?
Actually, arranging so street ruffians would suffice, and they are best at handling these kinds of dostic issues.”
Hou Niao sighed, “Just seven days, once the initial seven days are over, it’ll be fine.
Today is the last day; if nothing else cos up, I’ll deliver the collective gift everyone gathered to them.
In the future, whenever anyone cos to Jin City and has ti, they should visit them more, especially the child, who Brother Xiang cares about the most.”
Wang Mian nodded, “I just don’t understand why you didn’t deliver the collective gift everyone gathered to them imdiately.
It ended up making us look bad in their eyes…”
Fang Yazi humd from the side, “The brother fears that giving it early might be entrusted to the wrong person; that’s also a considerable fortune, you wouldn’t want to take it back, would you?”
Wang Mian glared at him, “Am I not aware of that?
But I feel that looking at Sister-in-law Xiang, she doesn’t seem like soone who can endure loneliness.
Brother, you weren’t planning to use this sum to make her agree to so conditions, were you?”
Hou Niao gave a bitter smile, “Am I that foolish?
Who has the ti to watch her for a lifeti?
Moreover, I never believed that a young woman should be condemned to live like a widow, that goes against human nature.”
Fang Yazi understood Hou Niao best, “Seven days, that’s the brother’s minimum tolerance limit!”
Wang Mian pursed his lips, wanting to say sothing but eventually, he just shook his head and remained silent.
At the hour of Hai, born a Hunter with exceptionally good vision, Fang Yazi suddenly lowered his voice, “Soone is coming out from the back door, wearing a cloak and hat, and walking like a young woman by her posture.”
He spoke sowhat cryptically, as aside from the elderly and children in the residence, there really was only one young woman.
The three n tracked her from the rooftops along the street.
This neighborhood was inhabited by ordinary mortals, with few cultivators around, so jumping from roof to roof went unnoticed.
Soon they arrived at Washing Clothes Alley.
The young woman looked around cautiously before knocking on a wealthy family’s rear corner door three tis, two long and one short…
A maid quickly opened the door to let her in, showing familiarity with the route, and even peeked her head out to look up and down the street, unaware that three pairs of cold eyes on a nearby roof were staring intently at her.
Hou Niao rose to his feet, “I’ll go inside and take a look, you two wait out here.
For this kind of situation, it’s best not to involve too many people, as it could easily get out of hand.”
Fang Yazi grabbed his arm, “Brother, let go?
I know how to handle it.
You have your salary docked until ten years from now; I’m fine, I can handle it.”
Hou Niao firmly pushed his hand away, clearly understanding Fang Yazi’s intentions.
This was his most trusted brother, soone whom he could truly entrust with his life, but this trust should not be extended in this situation.
“Exactly because I have no salary to lose, I should be the one to go!
If you go, they might dock for two people.
If I go, a dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water.”
As Hou Niao slipped inside, the other two outside felt sowhat anxious.
They were worried that the situation might turn into the worst scenario they’d least like to see.
They knew their Brother Hou well — when it ca down to it, he wouldn’t care about status, relationships, or whether one was a mortal!
Fang Yazi then sowhat resentfully said, “Wang Mian, you blockhead, didn’t you think to stop the brother?
If this turns into a fatality, it’s likely not sothing just docking pay will solve!”
Wang Mian chuckled, pulled out a talisman, and with a flick of his hand, sent it flying, “Don’t you know Brother Hou’s temper?
As if he can be stopped.
So be confident, it’s not a matter of ‘if’ sothing fatal happens, but rather that a fatal incident will definitely occur!
Don’t think about stopping it.
Instead, think about how to solve it?”
For a mont, Fang Yazi didn’t react.
“What are you thinking of doing?
If soone dies, can you really cover it up?”
Wang Mian sneered, “Of course, it can’t be concealed, but have you heard this saying, ‘the law does not punish the multitude’?”
Fang Yazi understood, giving a thumbs up, “Old Wang, I don’t agree with you on other matters, but today, I’m thoroughly convinced by your tactics.”
An hour later, a figure darted out of the Yang Family mansion and silently returned to the rooftop from which he had started.
Hou Niao softly exclaid:
“What are you still dazing here for?
Waiting for the patrolling uncle to catch soone red-handed?”
He had just stepped onto the rooftop, only to be startled as he saw more than fifty of his fellow brothers quietly watching him, as if he were a performing monkey.
An early friend of Zhiwen, now a Tongxuan uncle, snorted,
“Setting aside whether what you did was appropriate or not, we’ll discuss that later.
Now everyone get inside and leave a trace!
Then everyone goes back to their own hos!
Tomorrow wait for the punishnt from the Capital Commandant’s residence!”
Everyone proceeded in an orderly manner, one after another darting into the Yang Family mansion, each leaving what they thought were cool traces, so directly chopping with swords, others leaving written notes — things like ‘the killer was so-and-so,’ ‘so-and-so was here,’ ‘saw injustice and drew sword to help,’ and so on.
Their movents were swift, and they ca and went freely.
The Yang Family was not a Cultivation Family and had intentionally chosen a secluded courtyard; astonishingly, no one heard any noise.
During the entire process, Hou Niao did not have the right to speak.
He had a responsibility to bear for his elder brother Zhiwen, and so did the others.
The next day after morning lessons, an uncommon scene unfolded at the Mu Shuai mansion.
A total of fifty-three Quanzhen disciples were summoned to the grand hall of the Mu Shuai residence, causing You Sunzhi to shake his head in disbelief.
Looking at that distant maternal uncle of the Xiang Family, he said indifferently, “Did you see them?
All fifty-three people, among them two have already entered Tongxuan.
Regarding the rest, I won’t deceive you; they are the most outstanding disciples of this generation.
Conservatively speaking, if ten enter Tongxuan, I wouldn’t be surprised at all, and there might even be more.
If you insist on probing into this matter, I won’t stop you, but don’t co to crying foul in the future if the Shan Family faces any issues.
These are the future of Da Feng Plain, as well as the future of the Quanzhen Sect.
Do you understand what that ans?
Even I dare not play gas with this matter.
Why should you?”
The uncle was old but his mind was still sharp.
“Mu Shuai is right,” he conceded.
“Let’s do as you say.
I have no objections; it’s just my good-for-nothing grandson, could you please…”
You Sunzhi felt a wave of disgust.
This cunning old man was not really here to defend his distant niece’s honor; his true intent was only for his own direct lineage.
“However, I will pass along the ssage.”
You Sunzhi’s gaze, through the gauze curtains, fell on the group of cultivators who seed utterly indifferent, feeling sowhat envious; he wasn’t lying—these disciples were indeed the seeds of Quanzhen Sect’s future, most of them roots of the Sword Cultivator True Inheritors.
Whoever possessed them would have greater say in the power structure of the Quanzhen Sect.
Unfortunately, these were mostly disciples deeply entrenched in demonic practices, each one stubborn and unruly with a penchant for killing.
Especially one individual lurking quietly in a corner pretending to be harmless—he was willing to bet that it was definitely him who had initiated the action!
Unfortunately, he was not one of their own.
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