Neither Fang Yun nor many of those present had expected things to go so smoothly. But on reflection, it made sense. The Demon Race and the Traitor Literati had considered themselves overwhelmingly powerful, treating these Prefectural Army soldiers as possessions already in their bag. They had thought they could kill Fang Yun without the slightest effort and had let down their guard, never imagining that so many powerful scholars were hidden inside a single carriage.
A Demon Marshal was originally one rank below a Hanlin Academician, while Wen Zhenghuan was a veteran Hanlin Academician renowned for many years. Even if he had faced those Traitor Literati and demons alone, victory would have been certain, let alone when he had launched a sneak attack alongside eight Metropolitan Graduates.
"Change carriages. We'll continue back to Dayuan Prefecture." The old Hanlin Academician was calm and composed, utterly unlike a ruthless man who had slaughtered over a hundred people in one breath.
The threat had vanished. Chen Xibi and the Prefectural Army remained behind to clean up, while the other officials and Literary Academy students continued toward Dayuan Prefecture in the Armored Ox carriages. Fang Yun returned to the Literary Academy's carriage and sat with his classmates.
Lu Yu said, "That was incredibly satisfying! What a clean kill!"
"Traitor Literati are few in number after all. Now that three Traitor Metropolitan Graduates and so many Traitor Provincial Graduates have died at once, our entire Jing Kingdom will be much safer," Ning Zhiyuan said with a smile.
"I had been worried that once Fang Yun became a Provincial Graduate, the Traitor Literati would send Metropolitan Graduates to kill him. Who would have thought Fang Yun would have the Celestial Aspect of the fortunate? They flew into the flames like moths, courting their own destruction!"
"Come