Chapter 16 - Scheming Plot (2/2)

“Ah ah, that won’t be necessary!” Zhang senior brother laughed “Within the same sect, it is only natural that we help each other!” He said it very nicely, as though the Little Fatty who he wanted to kill was not part of the sect, and was their enemy.

Han Ling Feng and w.a.n.g Zhong would naturally not reveal his hypocrisy. Instead, they began praising him and bootlicking, making him feel very good.

Since matters have been set, the three of them began discussing other matters. At this time, the sky was still bright, and it was not easy to kill someone so openly. Thus, they first sent a few servants to keep watch on Little Fatty’s residence. Only after the sky was dark, would they then go to take Little Fatty’s life?

In this night, a crescent moon was hanging from the sky and the mountains were dark. However, to a XianTian stage cultivator, where they had already reached an enlightened stage, they could still see the ants on the floor s.h.i.+fting house.

One male and two female, with killing intent in their hearts, at this moment, they stealthily flew on swords to somewhere nearby to Little Fatty’s hut.

As they dismounted from the flying sword, there was a servant running to them immediately. He happily said to w.a.n.g Zhong “Boss, that darn fatty had been back since the afternoon. He had been sleeping all the way until now, I was watching him!”

“He flew back on a sword?” w.a.n.g Zhong asked.

“Yes!” The disciple hurriedly answered.

“Then what kind of flying sword was he using?” w.a.n.g Zhong hurriedly asked again.

“What else can it be? It was just that old black iron sword which the sect gave him. This idiot did not even know how to bribe people and offended elder w.a.n.g. He did not even receive a magical tool, but only a broken flying sword. It’s flying speed was slower than a snail!” That disciple began to criticise coldly.

After hearing that Little Fatty was in such a pathetic state, the 3 of them heaved a sigh of relief. After all, they were afraid that Little Fatty had something which his parents left behind. But from the way things appear, there was less probability of that happening.

Thinking about this, w.a.n.g Zhong casually threw a piece of gold. After the servant caught the gold, he happily gave thanks, turned and ran away. To a mortal like him, gold was naturally a good thing. But to a cultivator, that was tras.h.!.+

After the servant left, w.a.n.g Zhong cupped his hands towards Zhang senior brother and said: “Senior brother, we have to trouble you now!”

“A piece of cake!” Zhang senior brother said proudly “Look at me!” Saying that, he raised both his hands and instantaneously recited an incarnation. He then lightly tapped at the four corners. Following which, the whole area was covered by a layer of faint green light.

As w.a.n.g Zhong and Han Ling Feng saw the situation, they were elated. Han Ling Feng smiled and said, “Senior brother is talented, with this level of restriction, our plan will now be successful!”

What Zhang senior brother had just used was a low-grade restriction, enveloping the whole hut. Although the grade of the restriction was not high and it could not prevent people from entering. However, it could prevent the sound and light from inside the restriction from transmitting to the outside. In this case, no matter how much commotion there was, as long as it was still within the restriction, the outside would not realise it. Although this was a pretty deserted place, and it was unlikely that there would be people visiting late into the night. However, killing a fellow sect member within the sect was a serious offence, and people could not be allowed to find out. Thus, they took such precautionary measures. If not for the fact that both w.a.n.g Zhong and Han Ling Feng did not know such restriction spells, they would not have invited Zhang senior brother along.

After setting up the restriction, the 3 of them did not waste any more time and they surrounded the house. Following which, they took out their magical tools and flying swords. w.a.n.g Zhong and Han Ling Feng both had their own customised black iron flying sword. They both had their own magical tool each as well. w.a.n.g Zhong had a green coloured jade flying sword. Although it was a 1st level magical tool, but because it had a deadly poison on it, cultivators who sustained even a single scratch from it would suffer immense suffering. Thus, the strength was not too bad. w.a.n.g Zhong gave elder w.a.n.g a lot of commodities in order to get it.

Han Ling Feng’s magical tool was even better. It was a shadowless flying needle. It was specially designed to penetrate defence spells, and it was without shape and trace. It could be counted as a 2nd level magical tool. Han Ling Feng was after all a princess and had a decent amount of possessions. The things which she gave to elder w.a.n.g made him very happy, so he pretended to make a blunder and gave a 2nd level magical tool as a 1st level magical tool to her.

As for Zhang senior brother’s magical too, it was of an even higher grade. It was a square gold brick and was very s.h.i.+ny. There were countless of carvings on it which were faintly blinking. It was worth at least 20,000 low-grade spiritual stone. This was his total savings, after being an outer court disciple for 20 years.

After the three of them got ready, as they were about to take action, the door was unexpectedly open. Following which, Little Fatty walked out happily. It was as though he already knew that the three of them were going to plot against him, and there was not a single trace of shock on his face. Instead, he indifferently said, “The three of you, if you have nothing, why did you come in find me so late in the night?”

“Darn fatty, you don’t need to act already. Do you think that after crippling my cousin you can pretend that nothing had happened?” w.a.n.g Zhong saw that Little Fatty still dared to act and was exploding with rage.

“Ah ah, that trash cousin of yours, so what if he was crippled, it is no big deal at all! Even you, and this other person seeking death, I will also cripple you!” Little Fatty then smiled lecherously at Han Ling Feng and said: “As for you, I can’t bear to cripple you, I will dote on you properly~!” He said it with a tinge of rage, sending a chill down Han Ling Feng’s spine.

<script>