Chapter 36: A Crude Trap

Hearing Sun Min's suggestion, Feng Zi gave a slight nod and said:

"That works too, but I'm used to a leisurely life and probably won't adapt to the rules of a great family. I'll find an inn in the county town and rest for a few days." This book is first published on Tiantian Kan Xiaoshuo for an ultra-smooth reading experience, ⓣⓣⓚ. ⓣⓦ read anytime, providing you with error-free chapters and an out-of-order-free reading experience.

In response to his stance, the other party laughed and said: "That's fine too, I won't insist on keeping you, Mr. Cun Xin."

Seeing that the purpose of this trip had been achieved, Feng Zi did not linger and immediately stood up: "Then I'll take my leave first."

Sun Min bade him farewell with a forced smile: "I, too, am very much looking forward to the bandit suppression in three days!"

Feng Zi merely gave a slight nod, neither stopping nor offering any reply.

Watching his figure grow smaller and smaller, the face of this eldest young master of the Sun Family finally contorted.

At last, unable to contain the fury in his heart, he swept everything on the table before him aside in one go and roared:

"Damned wretch! What exactly does that wandering Martial Artist know? How did you handle the aftermath?"

Facing his fury, the Martial Artists present trembled in abject terror. Only the middle-aged Martial Artist who had been standing behind him all along spoke calmly:

"I handled this matter personally; there cannot possibly be any loose ends.

"But, young master… this concerns an entire village and over a hundred lives. The county is full of loose tongues; there's no guaranteeing he won't piece something together from the rumors."

Hearing this reply, Sun Min's expression finally calmed somewhat, and he asked reflexively: "Could that man really possess such intelligence?"

If Feng Zi were to hear this question, he would likely sigh repeatedly in his heart—such a level of intellect, still clinging to unrealistic expectations, is truly beyond saving.

"When sizing up an enemy, assume the worst, young master." Regarding Sun Min's question, the Martial Artist did not pick up the thread, but instead raised his own:

"But do you truly mean to let that 'Cun Xin' go 'suppress the bandits'? The fellows at Black Bamboo Stockade may not be easy to control, but they're still a useful blade."

Hearing this, Sun Min slowly rose to his feet and glanced back over his shoulder: "Between an unruly Martial Artist and a group of Martial Artists you can manipulate, which would you choose?

"Go to Black Bamboo Stockade yourself and order them to set traps in the hunting grounds before the stockade. I want that Cun Xin to die without a burial place!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged Martial Artist gave a slight nod: "Understood, I'll arrange it at once."

But before the other could take a step, Sun Min deliberated for a moment and added: "Wait—

"Have them pull out a portion of their men… at least three Martial Artists, to test that Cun Xin's ability first, to see if he's worth us making such a big fuss!"

"Understood, I'll have it handled within two hours." Regarding this arrangement, the middle-aged Martial Artist bowed slightly in reply, then quickly departed the place.

Afterwards, this eldest young master of the Sun Family glanced at the Martial Artist he had slapped to the ground and the guard standing at the door, and casually instructed:

"You two, follow that Cun Xin's footsteps and report his every movement to me.

"This time, I don't want to see you botch things again!"

"Y-yes, young master, we will certainly redeem ourselves!" Hearing this, the two Martial Artists nodded frantically and rushed out of the room.

Sun Min slowly sat back down, his face dark: "Cun Xin… daring to mention Bao Jia Zhuang is your path to death.

"I know that Martial Artists like you, who've survived death fights, are hard to kill. But let's see how you break through my inescapable net!"

……

As for Feng Zi, whom Sun Min was so preoccupied with at this moment, he naturally had no idea what the other had done.

But based on his judgment of the other's good-for-nothing nature, it wasn't hard to deduce what that eldest young master of the Sun Family was scheming:

For people born into powerful families but possessing no real ability, as long as their core interests aren't touched, their own face is extremely important to them.

To preserve that fragile "dignity" and "decorum," they often do things without thinking them through.

Precisely because of this, after discerning the other's true nature, Feng Zi unhesitatingly uttered the three words "Bao Jia Zhuang," deliberately keeping vague what he actually knew—

Manufactured information asymmetry is a remarkably handy tool.

After leaving the Sun Family mansion, Feng Zi openly went about looking for hunters, exchanging the beast hides from his hunting in recent days for silver.

Afterwards, he found a pharmacy, bought a few bottles of wound medicine, and prepared some gauze, to meet any unexpected needs on the road ahead.

After all this "elaborate fuss," two figures with robust Qi and Blood finally appeared behind him.

"Finally…" Feng Zi sighed inwardly, unable to help but remark to himself:

"Sigh, the subordinates of a useless master are indeed all good-for-nothing trash. You really made me wait."

To wait for these two people who were "tail" him, he had wandered about here and there, deliberately not using his movement techniques.

Yet the other side still took a great deal of time before finally locating him.

What's more, to thoughtfully prevent those two Martial Artists from losing him, Feng Zi strolled leisurely along the street for a while before entering an ordinary inn.

The moment he crossed the threshold, a waiter came up to him and said eagerly: "How many of you, sir? A meal or a room?"

"Prepare one upper room, I'll be staying three days." Feng Zi said casually, tossing a small piece of broken silver to the waiter as he spoke.

He himself didn't care much about lodging conditions, but since he was being tailed at present, Feng Zi's words and actions still had to match the image of a Martial Artist.

Seeing the broken silver in his hand, the waiter immediately called out to the counter behind him: "One guest staying, one upper room, please come this way."

Having said that, the other led the way ahead, and Feng Zi followed casually behind, taking in the entire layout of the inn as he went.

Before long, led by the waiter, he arrived at a room deep on the second floor.

The waiter pushed open the door and said eagerly: "Please wait a moment, sir, your change will be brought up shortly."

At this, Feng Zi merely shook his head and said casually: "No need, the extra is a tip for you. Just bring me a bucket of hot water, I don't need anything else."

Hearing this, the waiter immediately beamed: "Right away, sir, please wait, the hot water will be here in a moment!"

A waiter who had received a tip was indeed efficient—in less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the other had delivered a bucket of hot water.

Feng Zi took the hot water, casually bolted the door with the latch, placed his weapon and the Inner Armor he had taken off within arm's reach, and only then used the hot water to wipe his body clean.

After a simple wash, as usual, he put on his pack, clothing, armor, and weapon, and only then set the bucket of water outside the door.

After all this was properly handled, Feng Zi sat on the bed in the corner of the room and rested with his eyes closed:

The preparations are all in place, the fish has taken the bait, now it all depends on when the other side makes their move!