1815: The Plot

The Plot

"It's just that even if we pick some people, we did it in complete secrecy. Most of their life experiences were investigated thoroughly. Now, have you really sent someone to investigate this? Will there be a problem? After all, there is no room for sloppiness in this case." The old man said. He looked at Old Feng with unconcealable worry in his eyes.0

Old Feng's lips were pulled back to reveal a sneer. "This boy must have come from the country. However, when he met Elder Tan that day, the old man tried to protect him by saying that this kid was his grandnephew."

Several others looked at each other, then asked, "So, this kid is just a country boy who has never seen the world? There's no potential trouble?"

"That's my opinion. But, since you don't believe it, you can have a try." Old Feng sneered. "We are hidden while he is in plain sight. Isn't it just child's play to observe one person?"

Those few people pondered for a while, but still couldn't help asking, "What's so special about this young man? We are not lacking this one person, so why should we bring him in?"

They were a little apprehensive about the addition of such an unknown person.

"Haven't I told you already? I'm confident that I have the sight to read people correctly." Old Feng looked at them and said, "Alright, just leave it at that! Looking at the time, the kid should have awakened already. Let's go to have a look together."

Thus, a few people followed him out of the top floor. 

Feng Jiu, who stayed inside the iron room, heard the footsteps coming from outside. Her facial expression changed and the cunning and wisdom in her eyes disappeared. She blinked her now silly eyes with panic and fear on her face, hugging her feet with both hands and shrinking in the corner.

When the door opened, the people who came in saw the young man in the corner with panic and fear in his eyes. He obviously had a fearful look, but unexpectedly some strength emerged. He tried his best to be calm, but he had no idea that his trembling body had revealed his inward fear.

As Old Feng came in, he glanced at a few people around him. His gaze seemed to say, Look, didn't I say that he's just a country boy? There's nothing to fear.

Those people were relieved to see the young man's look and demeanour as he huddled in the corner. As long as there was no potential danger and trouble, everything was fine.

"You, who are you? Why did you arrest me?" Feng Jiu asked in a trembling voice, vividly portraying the role of a country boy.

"He's a Foundation Building cultivator, a bit weaker when placed among those people." An old man said, his gaze roved over Feng Jiu's body. 

"It doesn't matter. As long as he gets in that place, no matter how weak, he will be stronger than the people outside." The other man also said.

"True. It's to cultivate a troop of elites. But, there are a lot of good things waiting for us. Last time there was one at the Foundation Building who overpowered and killed a Golden Core peak rank cultivator. It was a great surprise for us."

"People at the top gave us one year. We have to get them trained within one year. It's about time to start."

Those people stood in front of Feng Jiu and discussed. They didn't seem to worry that the information would be heard by the young man. Perhaps it was because they were confident that once a person got in, it's impossible for them to get out.

Feng Jiu listened to them with her head lowered to restrain the emotion flashing in her eyes.

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