Chapter 273: I’m The Disciple! (Part One)

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Fang Jie squatted down on one side of the command stage and threw the giant shield away. He carefully observed the situation and looked at Chen Qingshan and Mu Xiaoyao in the eyes. Then, he slowly stood up and heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the soldiers of Left Reverent Guard, frowning unwillingly.

“What is going on?” Mu Xiaoyao whispered.

“This is such a huge event, but it seems like we aren’t involved at all. The Emperor did everything; what can I do?” Fang Jie replied.

Mu Xiaoyao asked, “Isn’t it good not to be involved? What do you want to do?”

Fang Jie shook his head and said, “I just feel like something is off, but I can’t pinpoint where. I feel like I’m losing out if I’m not involved in this big event. You two keep guard; let me think this through.”

Then, Fang Jie sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Mu Xiaoyao and Chen Qingshan smiled at the same time, then they felt slightly awkwardly and turned their heads away.

Suddenly, Chen Qingshan pointed in a direction and asked, “Where are the people of Beckon of the Red Sleeve going?”

Mu Xiaoyao looked in the direction that Chen Qingshan pointed at and saw more than ten women dashing this way.

These people were hiding behind the performance stage of Beckon of the Red Sleeve when the arrow rain came, but they suddenly dashed out and rushed toward the command stage.

Just when Chen Qingshan and Mu Xiaoyao were surprised, they saw two dark shadows dashing this way. They were only two black dots a moment ago, but they quickly enlarged in Chen Qingshan’s field of vision.

“Daoists!”

The two seniors in black daoist robes rushed to the command stage before those women of Beckon of the Red Sleeve. Their hair was all white, but they looked like 18-year-old young men, and their bodies looked similar.

“Who are you?” the royal guards asked as they ran toward these two daoists, but one of the daoists swung his sleeve and knocked those royal guards away. Then, he walked forward and kept on swinging his sleeves, sending the royal guards and golden-hammer guards flying like insects.

The other old daoist moved and appeared beside a crossbow cart, and he raised the heavy machine with one hand before tossing it forward, smashing two crossbow carts further away into pieces.

These two old daoists came fast and moved quickly. Before people could react, they had killed dozens of royal guards and destroyed three crossbow carts.

“You will be killed if you don’t stop now!” a centurion of the Royal Guard shouted, but his hand holding the saber shivered slightly.

“Idiot,” the first old daoist cursed.

“Annoying,” the second old daoist also cursed.

Although they said different things, their tones and expressions were the same. The first old daoist waved his hand, and that centurion suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist as bone fragments and flesh pieces flew in all directions.

All the golden-hammer guards around the command stage were stunned, then they shouted and surrounded these two daoists.

No one knew where these two old daoists came from, but it felt like they didn’t care about these tens of thousands of soldiers as they marched forward.

The soldiers of Left Reverent Guard surrounded the rebel soldiers of Left Martial Guard, and everyone’s attention was on that side of the square; they didn’t notice the appearance of these two old daoists in black.

“Royal King Yi told Xiao Yijiu that one has to rely on the military to do big things,” the first old daoist said in disdain.

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