Chapter Eighty-Four: Blood Rushes Three Feet

  Dulong Mountain, with steep valleys on both sides and only one road leading up the mountain, was an easy place to defend but hard to attack, making it a den of mountain bandits. A group of over 400 people returned loaded with goods, the bandits occasionally teasing the captured women, seeing the terrified screams of the women, the bandits burst out laughing one by one.

  A dozen or so gorgeously dressed noblewomen and young ladies, along with twenty or thirty personal maidservants, had not a few clothes torn, revealing a glimpse of spring. If the mountain bandits hadn't been worried about the passing of government troops, they would have suffered humiliation long ago. However, now that they've returned to the stronghold, the fate awaiting them is also extremely tragic.

  "Open the gate, the chieftain is back!" exclaimed the excited mountain bandits on duty in the two watchtowers to the people below.

  Creak...

  The thick wooden gate of the mountain stronghold, which was over 20 feet high, was opened, and a group of mountain bandits who had been left behind suddenly rushed out excitedly, shouting loudly, creating a lively scene.

  "Wow, so many vehicles!" exclaimed a gray-clad, slightly stout mountain bandit.

  "It seems like a bountiful harvest! I wonder if there are any beautiful women!" A tall and thin mountain bandit said with a lewd smile.

  "Pah, don't even think about it, the beautiful village head's daughter has already been promised to someone else. And as for the leftovers, they may not even be yours!" The short and stout mountain bandit sneered.

  The mountains are filled with bandits, laughing and teasing each other.

  "Little ones, tonight we'll hang lanterns and decorate, celebrating that your chief, I, will become a new groom again!" Du Long, with a black eye patch on his left eye, his shiny bald head gleaming with oil, let out a loud shout.

  "Alright!" The group of mountain bandits dispersed in a hurry, busy with preparations.

  "Bring these women to the Immortal Master's place, and let him choose first!" Du Long waved his thick, calloused hand, summoning a mountain bandit and instructing him on what to do.

  "Yes, chief!" The summoned mountain bandits smiled obsequiously and hastily led their subordinates to push dozens of women up the bluestone stairs. They shouted and cursed at those who didn't listen, occasionally adding a few lashes. It was as if they were driving livestock, herding the women upwards.

  The so-called fairy master, half a year ago came to the Dulong Mountain alone, and recovered the Dulong Mountain bandits. At that time, the resisting bandits were sucked into human dryness by a black long sword, and the former leader also died at the hands of the fairy master, which made it possible for Dulong to rise to power. After the fairy master recovered the mountain bandits, he let them go and catch women every now and then, and now there are at least more than thirty women left in the fairy master's place.

  But every time he went himself, he didn't see any women. It was easy to imagine that those women had long been trained into submission. Thinking of this, Evil Nine's heart trembled and his face turned pale. He vented his fearful anger on the woman, whipping her repeatedly with a loud crackling sound. The woman's terrified screams continued unabated. Evil Nine cursed a few times, spat out saliva, and finally stopped whipping her.

  In the depths of the mountains, there was an ancient temple dedicated to the mountain god. This temple, rebuilt by bandits, not only stood upright but also exuded a rustic and solemn atmosphere. The immortal master lived here, and from six months ago until now, Evil Nine had never seen the immortal master leave the door.

  Every time these women were sent, they were only sent to the door, and let Xian Shi choose, the rest would be distributed by the village owner. Walking in front of the mountain temple, lining up these women, Evil Jiu hurriedly walked to the vermilion gate, gently pulled a rope, ding-dong, clear and pleasant bell sounds rang out.

  Creaking, the gates of the Mountain God Temple opened automatically. A deep and powerful aura flowed out, causing Wujiu and others to breathe rapidly and sweat profusely.

  "Huh?" A surprised voice echoed in the temple. "Not bad, not bad, this time there are actually two that meet the requirements!" This voice was dark and cold, like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment!

  Yin Chang's heart secretly rejoiced, and indeed the mountain bandits he had recovered were still somewhat useful. Almost every few days, a batch of women would be sent to him for selection, and his Taiyin Fa sword was about to be completed.

  Whoosh! A pink ribbon wrapped around one of the maids and a rich young lady, pulling them in as the large gate slammed shut.

  "You can leave now!" Yin's cold voice echoed in the temple.

  A group of women couldn't stop sobbing, for the two unknown fates, yet sympathizing with each other, and also for themselves. The evil nine hastily shouted, urging the crowd of women to hurry down the mountain.

  "You're looking for death!" A low, stern voice full of murderous intent and anger suddenly appeared in everyone's heart. Everyone could feel that under the voice, a huge storm was brewing, and once it broke out, it would be like a volcanic eruption, shocking heaven and earth.

  Pfft...

  Two bandits on the watchtowers suddenly had their heads and bodies severed, like opened fire hydrants. Two streams of hot blood shot up into the air, each over three feet high. Drip, drip, drip, the red rain fell down, scaring the bandits drinking below as if it were raining blood.

  "Who, who is playing tricks on us!" The mountain bandits were in a great uproar. They panicked and picked up their own weapons, shouting in terror.

  "Come on out!"

  "Your grandfather is worried you won't make it!"

  ……

  Pfft...

  Ah...

  In an instant, more than a dozen mountain bandits' bodies and heads were separated, with fresh blood shooting up three feet high, extremely terrifying. Some of them let out mournful cries before they died.

  Who?

  What's wrong?

  Everyone couldn't even see a shadow, the mountain bandits swallowed a mouthful of saliva with trembling mouths. Filled with terror in their hearts, the voices they shouted out grew smaller and more hoarse, trembling with fear. This inexplicably appearing voice was too terrifying, people just died like that without any reason, and died so horribly! Absolutely a Supreme Master from birth!

  More than 500 people formed a circle, staring around them non-stop, sweat dripping down but dared not to wipe it away.

  Lonely bandits around the mountain kept making mournful cries, some were only two steps away from entering the circle, but inexplicably beheaded, as if a cold and ruthless gaze of the god of death was staring at them tightly.

  The surroundings had already turned a bloody red, with a bloody smell filling the air.

  The bandits surrounding them had their hearts racing violently, as if they would be the next to lose their heads. Panic, despair, helplessness, and coldness.

  "Ah, ah!" Dudrong's expression was like a madman.

  "And there's the Immortal Master!" Du Long seemed to grasp a lifeline, crazily shouting. The bandits beside him saw his crazy appearance and involuntarily took several steps back. When they heard Du Long mention the Immortal Master, everyone's eyes lit up at once - Ah, no matter how powerful you are, can you be more powerful than the Immortal Master?

  "Go, find Xian Shi!" Du Long shouted from the bottom of his heart.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he himself stumbled and ran off in the direction of the back mountain.

  "Go!"

  "Help!"

  ……

  A group of mountain bandits who normally kill people like flies were crying and screaming, running towards the back mountain. At this moment, they could only regret that their mother didn't give birth to two more legs for themselves.