Chapter 29: Cruel Beyond Humanitarianism

  Yandang Mountain, where a large number of iron-plumed geese build their nests. At a glance, everywhere is filled with black geese flying in the air, hence the name.

  This mountain belongs to the territory of Zhao Wu Empire, in theory, all the land of Zhao Wu Empire is the backyard of Qingyun Gate, and a large number of loose cultivators have to crawl under Qingyun Gate.

  Of course, this is just a theoretical thing. In reality, the Zhao Wu Empire has such a large territory that the Qingyun Gate cannot afford to personally manage it with great effort. It's all handed over to the ministers of the Zhao Wu Imperial Court for management. After all, it's a mortal country.

  This land, apart from the renowned Qingyunmen sect, also has many scattered cultivators. These scattered cultivators are either from a family of cultivators or are Jianghu people who coincidentally obtained ancient tomes and techniques from senior cultivators, thus embarking on the path of cultivation. In short, their heritage is shallow and lacks potential, so it's rare for scattered cultivators to produce a giant in the world of cultivation.

  YanDang Mountain is just a place for scattered Taoist practitioners, but the foundation of these scattered practitioners also includes some strong thieves who cleverly take and plunder, killing people and stealing goods are nothing to them. However, in the eyes of truly powerful cultivators, this is just small potatoes, not worth mentioning.

  It was also Wang Qian who went to Heishi City this time, considering the situation thoroughly, and did not wear the uniform of a Qingyunmen disciple, otherwise he would not have been robbed at all. In order to keep a low profile, he disguised himself as a loose cultivator, so he was targeted by the people of Yandang Mountain.

  Wang Qian was also addicted to this dark way of eating, because it was too fast to obtain wealth and resources. Compared to doing tasks in the sect and exchanging contribution points, it was much faster.

  After dealing with Lao Da and his gang of robbers, he was fierce and bold, immediately making a plan for himself, alone and single-handedly killing into Yandang Mountain, washing away those robber leaders.

  Standing at the foot of Yandang Mountain, Wang Gan couldn't help but sigh in admiration. This Yandang Mountain is also a treasure land, although the spiritual energy is not particularly dense, the scenery is picturesque, and the entire mountain peak rises abruptly, like a large goose spreading its wings and flying, with an inexplicable mystery.

  "What a waste of a good place! It's been occupied by a group of robbers!"

  Wang Gan cursed in his heart, and he also began to feel that it was no wonder that when they were at the Qingyun Gate, whether it was Zhou Qing or Wang Dao, Li Haoran and others would mention scattered cultivators with a face full of disdain. It turned out that the reputation of most scattered cultivators was indeed not good.

  Most loose cultivators do not have a complete inheritance, lack cultivation resources, and want to improve their cultivation. To step onto the path of eternal life is difficult, so they can't help but resort to clever theft, just like Wang Qian was robbed as soon as he left Blackstone City.

  Thus, the reputation of San Xiu was blackened generation after generation, and even many things that were originally done by disciples of the sect were eventually pinned on their heads.

  For example, Wang Qian was robbed by the people of Yandang Mountain. Whether it succeeded or not, this thing happened. Then Wang Qian didn't do one thing and didn't rest until he killed his way up Yandang Mountain and swept through again. It's still cleverly taking from the rich and giving to oneself, no different from a strong thief. But just because of their different identities, after it was passed on, it naturally became that a certain sect's disciple was robbed by a certain someone, then this disciple was a genius, not only wasn't successfully robbed, but instead relied on clues to kill his way into the lair of scattered cultivators, and in one move destroyed this evil place. Then this disciple was considered to be heroic and chivalrous. This is the power of public opinion, where many mouths can make something true, and it's hard to change once it's been repeated many times.

  The disciples of the sects occupy the majority in the cultivation world, which occupies the high point of public opinion. Once the propaganda is opened, the disciples of the sects will be more credible than the scattered cultivators.

  Wang Gan Zheng was indeed clear about the way of things, so when it came to killing people and stealing treasures, he had no qualms. His identity itself was a layer of intangible security.

  He strode up Mount Yandang like a ghost, his speed was like lightning, ordinary people couldn't even see his shadow.

  There were also many scattered cultivators patrolling the mountain, mostly just going through the motions, either gathering in twos and threes to gamble or practicing alone, in short, Wang Qian, this stranger, had walked all the way without being discovered by anyone.

  The summit of Yan Dang Mountain has a large area of magnificent buildings, with golden tiles and glazed tiles shining brightly. Many places are cast in gold, and the beautiful halls stand on the mountain peak. As the wind blows over the mountain, a worldly air comes forth, making Wang Qian feel very uncomfortable. He sighed in his heart, thinking that this was not a place where cultivators should live. These scattered cultivators were still stuck in the mode of mountain bandits, and their understanding of cultivation was extremely shallow, vastly different from the disciples of the sects.

  In the largest hall on the mountain peak, a group of people were gathering. Among them, there were men and women, monks and seculars, demons and Taoists, all kinds of people were present.

  In the center of the hall, there was a huge bronze cauldron, from which a strong meaty aroma wafted out, drifting far away. Wang Gan hadn't even approached yet, but his nose had already caught wind of this smell.

  "What is this? Taking big chunks of meat and dividing gold by large scales?"

  He thought to himself, lightly and quietly, like a wisp of green smoke, and in the blink of an eye he landed on the roof of the great hall. Under his feet was solid gold, shining brightly, so slippery that if he hadn't achieved mastery through his cultivation, he might have slid right off the rooftop.

  He had already learned from Lao Da that on the top of Yanxia Mountain, there was a person named Ji Shi Xiong who was the leader. He had reached the early stage of foundation building and practiced the Buddhist guardian deity technique. He was tall and strong, with boundless strength, and was impervious to swords and guns.

  Wang Qian did not directly rush in, but was extremely cautious. His vast divine sense quietly infiltrated the grand hall, seeping into every nook and cranny.

  At this time in the grand hall, Ji Shi Xiong sat high on the throne, below him were two rows of high-backed large chairs, neatly arranged, and on them sat all the high-ranking officials of Yan Dan Mountain.

  A group of women dressed in light gauze, dancing in the center, their elegant and charming movements, with subtle curves, seemed to be hiding and revealing at the same time, giving people a sense of seductive charm.

  However, these dancing girls, although their postures are beautiful, have dull expressions, empty eyes, and do not look like living people at all. Among them, several have red eyeballs, tears streaming down their faces, looking pitiful.

  "Hum, you cheap person, even dancing makes you cry and whine, without any aesthetic appeal at all, how disappointing!"

  Ji Shi Xiong, this great Han, sat upright on the golden throne, his copper bell-like eyes emitting a fierce light, staring fixedly at the troupe of dancing girls in the center of the grand hall.

  "Haha, big brother, these women aren't those vagrants who have fallen on hard times. Each and every one of them are the esteemed ladies from noble families in the Zhao Wu Empire, daughters of princes and high-ranking officials. Normally, they're used to a life of luxury and pampering, but now they're dancing for us. That they've been trained to this point is already quite an accomplishment!"

  A young scholar held a folding fan with a picture of a beautiful woman on it, his soft face now showed a smile, but his eyes revealed a green glow, making people feel chilled to the bone.

  He is the military strategist of Yandang Mountain, called Hongyan Shusheng. In Lao Da's impression, this person is more cruel than Ji Shi Xiong and is a very frightening and dangerous figure. Although his cultivation has only reached the realm of Innate Great Perfection, he is highly intelligent, sinister and venomous, and countless people have been brutally tortured by him.

  The young scholar with a rosy complexion was explaining something to Ji Shi-xiong while his peach blossom eyes kept wandering over the women in the room.

  "Haha, big brother, we've really made a killing recently. Those Qingyun Gate disciples have been going deep into the underground to train, providing us with plenty of opportunities. Each and every one of them is rich beyond their wildest dreams! Our treasury in Yandang Mountain has never been more overflowing, it's truly exhilarating!"

  A boorish man, laughing loudly, stretched out his hand and scooped up a woman, beginning to ravage her brutally. The woman's eyes were filled with tears, but she dared not cry out, miserable to the extreme.

  "Lao Wu is right, these past few days some scattered cultivators have come to contact us, everyone has organized together to intercept and kill the disciples of Qingyun Gate, obtaining cultivation resources. With this commotion from the underground Youming tribe, our scattered cultivators are going to make a big profit!"

  The robbers on the high-backed chairs burst into loud laughter one by one, and the women who were dancing in the center of the hall immediately fell victim, all beginning to experience unbearable humiliation.

  Ji Shi Xiong looked at his brothers recklessly attacking these mortal countries, and the noble women's identities made his eyes shine with even more excitement.

  He let out a long laugh, took one step forward, and the sound of his footsteps echoed loudly. The golden floor was imprinted with his footprints, which seemed clumsy but were actually powerful and domineering. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of a dancing girl, grabbed her like a small chicken, and threw her directly into the bronze cauldron.

  He opened his mouth and a stream of golden air rushed into the large cauldron. In the blink of an eye, the meat fragrance became even more intense.

  After a few breaths, he reached out and scooped her up, pulling the woman out. She looked lifelike, crystal clear, and her skin was like jade, but she had already been cooked through.

  He casually took a bite and started chewing loudly.

  Others see this and seem nonchalant, apparently it's nothing out of the ordinary for them.

  These people are reveling in their triumph here, but they don't know that Wang Qian sees everything clearly.

  "You beast, so cruel and ruthless by nature, even more brutal than a demonic cultivator. You're truly deserving of death! I, Wang Qian, may not be a good person, but now I'll take up the butcher's knife to uphold justice!"

  At this scene, Wang Qian felt that he could no longer tolerate it. His Dao heart was firm and he could resort to any means for his cultivation, but these bandits were so ruthless in taking human lives, using ordinary people to indulge in their pleasure, even directly devouring them, they were no longer human, not even the demon tribe was as cruel as them.

  Wang Qian's anger erupted, and the killing intent in his chest surged out wave after wave, unable to be suppressed. He didn't want to suppress it either, because slaughtering these people was entirely in line with his true nature. His killing intent blazed intensely, yet his expression grew increasingly calm, with only a faint crimson glow beginning to flicker deep within his eyes.

  Bang!

  He stomped his foot and kicked a hole in the roof of the main hall, and the next moment, Wang Qian was already standing in the center of the main hall.

  It happened suddenly, and no one could react. Ji Shi Xiong was still savoring the oily flavor, swallowing the cooked woman, when suddenly a big hole was punched through the roof of his own grand hall, and a young man in white appeared before his eyes.