Unbeatable Martial Emperor

Chapter 49

c49 – min zhenkang was a spy.?

having fully extended his spiritual consciousness, min zhenkang could now envelop a third of the handyman yard where tens of thousands of servants resided. this small expanse highlighted the lowly status of the servants within the fang sect.

​shortly after deploying his spiritual consciousness, min zhenkang detected someone approaching. “i hope it’s the servant elder; otherwise, i’m in for a heap of trouble,” he thought, keeping his spiritual consciousness active as he awaited the newcomer.

​”who are you, and what brings you to the fang sect?” demanded the arrival, a gaunt old man with a lengthy goatee.

upon seeing min zhenkang, the elder unleashed his third-level martial spirit cultivation, aiming to use his aura to subdue min zhenkang. but min zhenkang simply brushed off the elder’s oppressive force.

​”excuse me, are you the elder overseeing the servants here?” min zhenkang inquired with courtesy.

​the elder was taken aback, realizing his intimidation had no effect on the young man before him. “i am the elder responsible for this area. who might you be? you don’t appear to be a disciple of our fang sect. so why are you here? and why release your spiritual consciousness so freely? is this a challenge to the fang sect?”

the elder, sensing min zhenkang’s unusual origins, deliberately emphasized the fang sect’s name, hoping to intimidate him, while carefully avoiding any mention of the handyman yard.

“i’ve come to report as a new disciple, but i was unsure of your whereabouts. i stopped a senior brother to seek directions, but he misunderstood my intentions and tried to apprehend me. thus, i resorted to this tactic,” min zhenkang explained, pulling out the token given to him by murong lin from his bag of heaven and earth.

​the elder’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the token in min zhenkang’s hand, yet his wariness remained.

“throw me the token!”

min zhenkang watched the still cautious elder crack a slight smile and casually tossed the token to him.

the elder scrutinized the token at length before gradually releasing his imposing aura.

“so, you’re the young man who slipped in through the back door. follow me!” having verified the token’s authenticity, the elder retraced his steps.

min zhenkang trailed behind. the crowd that had gathered dispersed, each returning to their own affairs.

the elder led the way to a room, with min zhenkang following until they stopped at the door.

“this will be your quarters from now on,” the elder said, gesturing to the room before them.

“thank you, elder.”

ordinarily, elders wouldn’t bother with such tasks as room assignments for handyman yard disciples.

if elders had to personally oversee room assignments for each disciple, they’d have no time for anything else, given the sheer number of rooms to distribute.

besides, as an elder and the head of the disciples’ living area, he was accustomed to others serving him.

he was only accompanying min zhenkang because his route to the mission hall passed this way, so he took the opportunity to allocate a room for min zhenkang.

“come with me to collect your clothes and token.”

“okay.” min zhenkang noted his room number and followed the elder to receive his attire and token.

the sect hadn’t informed this elder of min zhenkang’s identity, or perhaps the fang sect’s higher-ups themselves didn’t know who min zhenkang was, only that he was acquainted with murong lin.

thus, when they dispatched someone to brief the elder, they didn’t reveal min zhenkang’s status.

the elder assumed min zhenkang was a relative of an outer sect disciple who had joined later.

as a result, he didn’t show much warmth to min zhenkang, nor did he engage in conversation along the way.

min zhenkang followed the elder to a doorway adorned with a plaque reading “mission hall.”

“speak up, then!”

“elder yin, i don’t believe this junior brother is a spy. on my way back from a mission, i saw him in the company of senior brother murong, and they were deep in conversation,” the disciple explained, his voice quivering with apprehension.

“which senior brother murong?” in the sect, the murong surname was common, especially here at the lowest tier of the fang sect’s disciples. it was customary to address anyone in the sect as ‘senior brother.’

elder yin was at a loss as to which senior brother murong the disciple referred to.

“it’s senior brother murong lin!”

“what? senior brother murong lin, the core disciple? who exactly is this young man?”

“indeed. if he’s acquainted with senior brother murong, why is he stationed with us in the handyman yard?”

the disciples nearby buzzed with speculation upon hearing that min zhenkang was seen walking and talking with murong lin.

the disciple recounted his observations, including witnessing the altercation between min zhenkang and jee xiang, adding to the intrigue.

with the disciple’s account, elder yin finally pieced together min zhenkang’s identity and then turned to address the disciple behind him.

“imbecile, spreading false alarms! as punishment, you’re forbidden from eating tonight!”

the incident was a blow to elder yin’s pride, having failed to discern whether min zhenkang was a spy, which he felt diminished his standing among the handyman disciples.

subsequently, elder yin entered the mission hall, leaving min zhenkang standing alone outside.

the reprimanded disciple, facing a dinnerless night, was on the verge of tears.

“thank you for your assistance, senior brother. might i ask your name?” min zhenkang approached the helpful disciple with gratitude.

“no need for formalities, junior brother. i merely shared what i witnessed. the name’s gong ming,” gong ming replied with a simple honesty.

“junior brother, i’ve got a mission to attend to, so i can’t stay and chat. once i’ve completed it, we’ll have a proper talk.”

“sounds good!”

gong ming departed for his mission, leaving min zhenkang waiting outside.

the disciple who had accused him of being a spy had vanished, likely off somewhere, weeping in secret.

as people bustled by, they noticed min zhenkang was there, yet not a single soul stopped to say hello.

overcome with boredom, he sought refuge in the coolness of a tree’s shadow and promptly fell asleep.

passersby who glimpsed min zhenkang dozing beneath the tree assumed he had finished his mission, and they couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

those familiar with min zhenkang, however, couldn’t help but admire his audacity. to take a nap right at the entrance of the mission hall was a bold move, making him an unrivaled figure within the handyman yard.

it wasn’t until the evening that someone finally emerged from the mission hall with min zhenkang’s clothes and token in hand.

upon seeing min zhenkang still asleep, the bearer approached, unceremoniously dropped the clothes and token onto his face, and then turned on his heel, wordlessly returning to the mission hall.

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