Chapter 77: Flattening the Flying Dragon Stockade, Meeting the Disciples of the Aristocratic Families
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the forest.
“It’s indeed cool to wear white clothes, but I still have to come personally to loot the corpse after the battle. How troublesome.”
Han Zhao held a bag in his hand and squatted on the ground. As he picked up things, he muttered.
After killing Qi Xing and the Deputy Incense Master of the Blood Spirit Hall, he killed the remaining ten Bone Tempering Realm martial artists.
There were a total of 12 people. All the money on them added up was only about 500 taels.
However, this was normal. In the past, when Han Zhao was a Saber Hunter, he killed those wanted criminals until they had nowhere to stay. That was why they carried all their belongings with them.
As for these bandits and the Longevity Sect members, most of their assets were probably in the stronghold.
Of course, the black gold gloves worn by the Deputy Incense Master of the Blood Spirit Hall were considered separately.
Although it was only mixed with a small portion of black gold, it was worth at least a thousand taels of silver.
Coincidentally, Han Zhao had also cultivated palm and fist techniques. If he wore the black gold gloves, it would not be a problem for him to receive the blade with his bare hands in the future.
“I still have to go to the Flying Dragon Stockade.”
Han Zhao recalled that the last time he went to the Flying Dragon Stockade, he had promised the linen-clothed woman, Madam Mei, that one day, he would flatten the Flying Dragon Stockade and save all of them.
Now was the time.
Han Zhao cut off Qi Xings head and wrapped it in a cloth before using a disguise technique.
Crack, crack!
Amidst the slight sound of bones cracking, he became slightly shorter. His originally firm face quickly became cold and proud. His sword-like eyebrows were straight, and his eyes were like cold stars.
Since he had agreed to go as Song Que, he had to keep his word.
Of course, he could also plunder the ill-gotten wealth of the Flying Dragon Stockade on behalf of the heavens.
Near the top of the Nine Links Mountain, a huge knockoff gate was built against the mountain.
Behind the door were two towering watchtowers. Two bandits stood on each watchtower and looked around.
At this moment, the bandits on the observation deck were chatting idly.
“Damn it! I’m so envious of Chief. He’s been going down the mountain often recently.”
“Heh! If you break through to the Bone Tempering Realm and become the head, you can also go down the mountain with us.”
“I don’t have that fate!”
“Sigh We can only go to the dungeon and vent our anger on those things that the boss doesn’t like.”
“That’s still better than fucking farming at home and being bullied and bullied by these cool officials.”
“That’s true… By the way, I heard that three good products have arrived recently. Theyre triplets. Is that true?
“So what if I am? The chief hasnt enjoyed it yet. Dont even think about it!
“When Chief gets tired of playing, then…
“Huh? What’s that?!”
At this moment, one of the bandits suddenly warned.
A white figure suddenly appeared in the forest opposite the village gate.
“It’s a person! So fast!”
The person was like an agile cheetah. His figure moved in the forest and arrived at the entrance of the stockade in a few breaths.
“We have a situation!” the bandit on the observation deck shouted.
Soon, bandits arrived one after another and gathered behind the door. “Who i s there?! Stop!” ()ne of the people on the watchtower nocked an arrow and aimed it at the white-robed man below.
Han Zhao stopped in his tracks and threw the cloth bag in his hand through the five-meter-tall door.
The package opened in midair. When it landed, Qi Xings head rolled on the ground.
“Ah! It’s Chief!”
“Chief has been killed!”
When the surrounding bandits saw Qi Xings head, they were immediately frightened out of their wits.
The boss was a great expert at the Blood Tempering Realm. He was like a local emperor in the Nine Links Mountain area.
There was once a perfected Bone Tempering martial artist who joined the Flying Dragon Stockade halfway and challenged the authority of the boss. In the end, his limbs were broken and he was hung on the door, dying from the scorching sun.
Such a great expert that they thought could not be challenged was now only left with a ferocious head. Everyone felt terrified.
“Run!”
It was unknown who spoke first, but the bandits behind the gate of the stockade dispersed.
However, no matter how fast they were, they were not as fast as Han Zhao.
Although the Wind Riding Leg was only at the Entry Level, with the support of his powerful blood qi, it could completely unleash its elegant and long characteristics.
He tapped his feet repeatedly and jumped over the five-meter-tall door of the stockade.
Swoosh!
When Han Zhao’s body was in the air, the bandit standing on the observation deck let go of the bowstring. Accompanied by a sharp sound of air being torn, the arrow shot towards Han Zhao’s face.
Tap! Tap!
Han Zhao carried his saber and sword behind his back. He had no intention of unsheathing them at all. His right fist, which was wearing a black gold boxing glove, turned into a palm saber and broke the arrow in the middle as if he was swatting a fly.
At the same time, he twisted his left index and middle fingers to clamp the arrowhead. His body turned in the air according to inertia and threw back the half of the arrow with the arrowhead.
Swoosh!!!
With more than seven times the strength and speed of the arrowhead, it returned the way it came. With a whoosh, it pierced through the bandit’s forehead. Then, it darted out from the back of his head. Half of the arrow, stained with yellow and white, pierced deeply into the wooden pillar on the watchtower. The arrow shaft buzzed and trembled.
The difference in overall strength between Blood Tempering Realm and Skin Tempering Realm martial artists could almost be considered two different creatures.
Moreover, he was facing Han Zhao.
The last time Han Zhao came to the Flying Dragon Stockade, he had to sneak in at night, afraid that he would be discovered and fall into the danger of being surrounded by bandits.
In this frontal attack, even if a few more Blood Tempering Realm cultivators came, they would not be able to do anything to him.
Moreover, the strongest martial artist left in the village was only at the Skin Tempering Realm.
“Ah!”
“Run!”
“Spare me!”
Han Zhao was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He randomly attacked with his fists, palms, and legs, killing these bandits until they were on their backs and crying for their parents.
No one could stand up after being hit by him. Soon, a large group of bandits lay around him, but his white clothes were spotless.
It had to be said that apart from combat and nourishing health, true qi also had the effect of avoiding dust.
Otherwise, after a battle, his white clothes would turn gray, and Song Que would lose all his poise.
Looking at the bandits fleeing in all directions in the distance, Han Zhao quickly chased after them.
When he killed his way into Qi Xing’s residence, the women inside were in a mess.
“Everyone, stay where you are. Dont run around!” Han Zhao said.
The women saw that he had a cold expression and was dressed in white. His bearing was extraordinary, and he had the attitude of a righteous hero. They stopped one after another, but they still felt uneasy.
“You are… Hero Song?!” A surprised and delighted voice sounded.
Han Zhao looked in the direction of the voice.
A gentle-looking woman in linen clothes was covering her mouth and looking at him in disbelief.
“You’re… Madam Mei from that night.” Han Zhao took a closer look. The young woman was the one he had met the night he disguised himself as a woman to lure and kill the heretic Blood Tempering martial artist. “Don’t be afraid, everyone. Hero Song is here to save us!”
Madam Mei shouted.
Only then did everyone relax. Many women hugged each other and cried.
“Hero Song, some women are imprisoned in the dungeon by thieves. I often bring them food. I know where the dungeon is. I’ll bring you there.” Madam Mei walked forward.
“Alright!” Han Zhao nodded. Although he wanted to find the money left behind by Qi Xing first, since she had said so, he had to play the role of a hero to the end. In any case, the rest were all ordinary people and could not escape.
Madam Mei brought Han Zhao to the backyard, and some women followed.
“Most of the women in the village are from poor families in the vicinity. They were forcefully captured and brought up the mountain. Those who were disobedient were locked in the dungeon. Some were kidnapped as hostages. Recently, three of them came from Chu Country and went out to be rangers without telling their families. In the end, they were trapped here,” Madam Mei explained as she walked.
“What exactly happened in Chu? Why is there a plague and a drought?”
Han Zhao asked. He had come in a hurry last time and did not have time to ask in detail.
Chu Country was the same as the Wei and Qi countries. They were both large and powerful countries. There was no reason for it to be so serious that it could not even resolve a plague and a drought.
Previously, he had simulated many times that the Chu Country had invaded the Cloud Prefecture when he was 26 years old. He did not know if this was related to the plague and drought in the Chu Country.
It would be great if he could obtain some useful information.
“I’m not sure either. There was no warning at the place where I lived. There was a sudden drought and plague, and many people died. Rumor has it that a Flying Drought Demon appeared, so it caused a barren land.” Madam Mei’s expression was a little sad. She calmed down and continued, “Looking at the clothes of the three heroines, theyre clearly rich and noble. They should know something. ‘ I
Flying Drought Demon?!
Han Zhao frowned slightly. “Let’s go take a look.”
He followed Madam Mei to a cellar in the backyard. He did not expect there to be another world behind the cellar.
After passing through an underground corridor, they saw a dungeon that was nearly a hundred square meters in front of them. There were five small cubicles on both sides, and two to three women were imprisoned in each cubicle. Most of them were disheveled and naked.
The air was mixed with the smell of mold and feces and urine. It was nauseating.
The women inside were originally lying on the ground like corpses. When they saw Madam Mei walking over, they crawled to the door of the iron fence as if they were dying. “It’s time to eat! Give me something to eat!”
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Han Zhao drew his saber and cut the door lock.
“The thieves in the village have all been killed by Hero Song. You’re free.” Madam Mei looked at the tragic state of the women and couldnt help but cry softly.
The woman, who had been imprisoned for too long, stared blankly at the open iron door. For a moment, she could not tell if everything in front of her was real.
Han Zhao sighed in his heart.
Because she was a woman, she was captured and brought to the mountain stronghold. It was also because she was a woman that she was not killed by bandits like men.
“The three new people are in the innermost cell.” Madam Mei wiped her tears and pointed at the innermost cell.
Han Zhao followed the direction and saw three girls imprisoned in the prison.
Hearing the commotion, the three women raised their heads. Although their expressions were numb, they could not hide their beauty.
From the looks of it, they were triplets, only 15 or 16 years old.
Han Zhao’s gaze focused. It was not because of the girl’s beauty, but because of the system notification.
[The thin aristocratic family bloodline contains negligible Yin energy.]
“The three of you… are descendants of aristocratic families?
Han Zhao asked through the metal door.
The three women’s originally numb expressions immediately changed..