Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 171 Ferocious reputation
Ma Heipao, the former leader of the Ma village, was a rare cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. With this cultivation and a mid-grade magical weapon, Xuanfengpao, which could be used for both attack and defense, he made a great name for himself in the vicinity, and thus gained the capital to rule the mountain and become the king of this trade route.

Few people around here remember what Ma Family Village was called before. Anyway, ever since Ma Heipao came and slaughtered the original owner's family, this place has been called Ma Family Village.

But just over a month ago, Ma Heipao's good days were over. A group of thieves, men and women, who came from Pingrong County, occupied his village.

The only female cultivator in the group was ruthless. After knocking off Ma Heipao's Xuanfeng robe, she immediately hung him up and skinned him to death.

The seventeen or eighteen minions gathered by Ma Heipao were originally tough guys who dared to fight and kill, but when faced with the seven or eight vicious men, they all submitted obediently.

It’s all Ma Heipao’s fault that he was defeated too quickly and didn’t even give his minions a chance to help him.

Everyone followed the strong man with their lives at risk in order to gain spiritual merit. Now that the boss is gone, it is of course no pressure for these minions to change their allegiance.

It doesn't matter who you eat for free.

However, it is rare for a village chief to not have a loyal subordinate like Ma Heipao, which saves the new monks the trouble of winning over people's hearts.

For the original minions of the Ma family village, it was a good thing to have a new leader and a more powerful person as the leader.

The minions guarding the pass looked at the curvaceous female cultivator in front of them. Even though she had towering breasts and a pretty face, these evildoers who were used to committing crimes couldn't help but get salivating.

But as long as they think about the clean frame of the previous head, the evil thoughts that have just arisen in everyone's mind will naturally disappear. How many stupid characters can survive in this world?

"The taste of this person is not something that people like me can taste."

The minions were whispering for a while, and at this time another leader came down from the village. He was a one-eyed man with a numb face and a crooked mouth.

He walked past the minions and approached the female cultivator, saying softly, "Sister Shao, the scouts ahead just reported that the caravan coming is from the He family."

"Is He Dezong here?" the female cultivator asked softly.

"I haven't seen her. There are only two old cultivators in the late stage of Qi training here as guests." The one-eyed man shook his head. His face was frozen by the ice spikes and he couldn't make any expression, but a hint of fascination for the female cultivator in front of him flowed from his only remaining eye.

But the King of Xiang was interested, but the goddess was ruthless. The female cultivator nodded lightly, without saying anything more, letting the thread of fascination pass by her body.

The one-eyed man understood what the female cultivator meant, "If that's the case, then the original plan to take over the He family caravan remains unchanged."

Two of their group, including a female cultivator, were recruited by an unscrupulous official and injured their foundation after participating in a war. Now they urgently need to earn some spirit stones and find a skilled alchemist to treat them.

Being a bandit here is safe, but it is not as profitable as being a roving bandit, so no one wants to stay here for long.
Not long after the two of them finished their conversation, a caravan with leopard flags came over in a mighty procession, raising dirt and dust along the way, with no intention of hiding.

For the He family, who have been doing business in several nearby counties for nearly a hundred years and have close ties with a foundation-building master, there is really no need to pay too much attention to small village chiefs like Ma Heipao.

Moreover, the team leader He Jiazi happened to meet He Degong, who had just broken through the fifth level of Qi training and was out traveling, and they happened to travel together.

The addition of a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training has significantly improved the team's strength.

However, the Ma family village had changed hands by then, and the other bandits around could not tell the origins of this gang of thieves, which made the team leaders He Jiazi and He Degong cautious.

On the surface, the flags were still flying high to intimidate the enemy, but secretly, all the monks in the caravan were ready, ready to engage in battle as soon as the situation changed.

The caravan was armed to the teeth, while the bandit group had two leaders come down from the village, both of them looked pale and had not yet recovered from their injuries. Under the orders of the leaders, the minions also began to prepare for battle.

The minions had had a lot of dealings with the He family caravan in the past few years. They couldn't be said to have a close relationship, but the relationship was definitely not bad.

This is because the He family is generous and good at making friends. Every time they come, in addition to the usual things that should be given to Ma Heipao, they will not be stingy about giving some benefits to the subordinates on duty.

If it weren't for the generosity of these leaders, who promised that half of the spoils from the caravan would go to the four leaders and the other half would be distributed among the followers according to their merits, no one would be willing to fight against a kind family like the He family.

Seeing that the caravan was about to reach the front of the barricades in the road, one of the minions who was most willing to sacrifice his life acted as happy as usual, and smiled as he went towards Lu Xun, who was leading the pack animals.

After paying his respects, he politely took the bag of spirit stones from Lu Xun's hand, weighing them before putting on a flattering smile and turning away.

"Uncle Gong, it seems that the new owner of the Ma family village is not a bad guy. We have been worrying too much." The team leader He Jiazi showed joy on his face and did not smell any danger from the scene.

However, He Degong still frowned and said solemnly: "Tell everyone to be careful and don't let your guard down. It doesn't matter if you want to relax for a while."

As the saying goes, every failure makes one wiser. After experiencing the two disasters of the Black Mountain Bandits and the Three Incense Sect, He Degong has grown up a lot. The extravagant taste brought by his good family in the past few years has dissipated, making him a lot older.

The caravan had just passed the chevaux-de-frise checkpoint and was halfway there when someone close to the new village chief heard that the He family caravan was passing by and came to pay a visit.

This is a common excuse used by bandits to extort money. When the leader He Jiazi saw that the village chief's personal attendant who came to greet him was a graceful and elegant female cultivator, he lowered his guard a lot, and even He Degong standing next to him became less cautious.

Lu Xun saw that the female cultivator coming over looked familiar, but before he could remember who she was, he heard He Degong shouting from behind.

"careful!"

Du Qing, who was carrying the leopard flag, was pulled away by He Degong beside him. The He family flag that was still in place was immediately hit by a huge hammer and shattered into pieces.

Before Du Qing could react, he saw He Jiazi was blinded by the fragrance exhaled by the female cultivator in front of him, and was wrapped up by a long whip covered with spikes.

"Oh no!" Lu Xun, who also witnessed this scene, was about to think that something was wrong, but then he saw that one of the two late-stage cultivators, a black-shirted old man, was also caught off guard and was caught by a long spiked whip.

He was not as lucky as He Jiazi. The sharp spikes on the long whip easily cut through his black shirt and pierced his flesh. The poison in the whip quickly seeped into the old cultivator's blood, and in a moment his face turned dark blue.

Even though he tried every possible means, he was unable to break free from the long whip wrapped around his body and looked very embarrassed.

Another late-stage cultivator in green in the He family caravan was immediately shocked. He and the black-shirted old man were both equally strong, and the latter was defeated so easily.
Just as he was hesitating, He Degong, who was attacked this time, was very calm. He took Du Qing beside him and a son of the He family and killed two minions who rushed to the front to take advantage of the situation.

Then, holding up the bleeding head of a minion, he shouted in the melee: "I wonder who is this friend in front of you? This is the caravan of the He family from Hong County. Don't let the flood wash away the Dragon King Temple!" These words were not just shouted to the leaders on the opposite side.

Some of the minions who had received the order to rush forward also began to murmur in their hearts when they heard the words "Hong County He Family" at this time: "It's okay that this group of people in front of us are not weak, but they also have a family background. We need to think carefully about this."

The minions who were more concerned were intentionally making their movements lighter.

They were smarter and more cunning, and were not blinded by the bonus promises of the leaders. They thought that if the He family really came to settle the score later, they should be given a lighter punishment if no one was killed.

The effectiveness of the minions' surprise attack was somewhat reduced due to He Degong's stern shouting, but the eyes of several leaders did not waver.

The bandit leader turned the giant hammer and smashed it towards the old man in green again. Although the bandit leader's cultivation was one level lower, he overwhelmed the old man in green and he had no power to fight back, and he was defeated step by step.

Two other monks among the bandits, holding long spiked whips, abandoned the old man in black who was being tortured to death by the poison, and charged into the caravan with a group of minions.

Don’t be fooled by these two men, one of them has a cold face and one eye, and is extremely ugly; the other one is pale and has not recovered from his injuries, but their murderous skills should not be underestimated.

Several cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training from the He family caravan immediately rushed forward to fight the two men. None of the magical instruments, such as bells, towers, mirrors, and chimes, could do anything to the two men.

Especially the cold-faced, one-eyed monk holding a whip, who has reached the seventh level of Qi training and is difficult to resist.

He Degong was worried about the safety of his nephew, but he was also entangled by the female cultivator with a better appearance. This woman was ruthless and not like an ordinary cultivator.

He Degong used a flying sword to fight against the female cultivator's flying fork magic weapon. He had a hard time coping as his cultivation level was much lower than that of the other party. He felt as if he was under the same pressure as before when he was fighting against Hei Wu, the Black Mountain Bandit leader.

Fortunately, the magical weapon of this female cultivator was apparently new, and her use was not very proficient, which gave him some breathing space.

But this situation could not save the caravan. He Degong could only protect himself. The team leader, He Jiazi, was captured by the bandits early on, and all the means given to the team leader by the He family were of no use.

Seeing that more and more monks from the caravan had fallen to the hands of the bandits, He Degong looked anxious and shouted, "Daoyou, please think clearly. The current head of the He family, He Dezong, is my eldest brother!"

After hearing this, the female cultivator in front of him paused for a moment, then the flying fork stabbed down again without mercy.

He Degong was horrified: "Where did this strong man come from?! He is so ruthless!"

After all, Lu Xun is the head of the family. He has been following the caravan for two years, so his family background is relatively rich. His cultivation has reached the sixth level of Qi training, which is not bad.

These ordinary bandits could hardly gain any advantage over him, and he relied on the sharp power of his magic weapon to kill a shirtless bandit who blocked his way.

At this time, Du Qing, who was struggling to hold on against a second-level Qi training bandit with a spear, finally saw his savior. He immediately teamed up with Lu Xun to kill the opponent.

The two of them were about to meet together. Lu Xun turned his head and felt that the ruthless female cultivator in front of He Degong was becoming more and more familiar.

After blocking another incoming golden knife talisman, Lu Xun's face suddenly became serious, and he said loudly: "But Daoist Shao Meng, I, Lu Xun of the Lu family, had a friendship with the Xian brothers and sisters many years ago!"

After hearing this, Shao Meng did not change his actions. Shao Wei, who was holding a sledgehammer and beating the old man in green until he vomited blood, also showed no mercy.

Now they even dare to offend the He family. The shallow friendship that Lu Xun had established with them many years ago is not enough to make them stop.

Moreover, if they really had a good relationship, why didn't Lu Xun come out to plead for mercy when Kang Dabao, the bastard official, forced them to go into exile? !

Lu Xun's expression remained unchanged. He shook off his opponent's hand and threw the bag to Du Qing. He then said, "Listen to what I have to say, fellow Taoists. This caravan was promised by the head of the He De Zong family to the head of the Chong Ming Zong, Kang, in order to establish good relations between the two families. Please, for the sake of the face of the head of the Kang and the head of the He family, please show some mercy. I will definitely repay you later!"

He Degong, who was fighting with Shao Meng, felt his heart sink when he heard this. Even his elder brother couldn't scare these evil men and women, so what was the point of bringing Kang Dabao out?

What was surprising was that as soon as Lu Xun finished speaking, He Degong felt that several bandit leaders looked at each other, and their movements became much lighter.

The pressure on him suddenly eased, but before he could feel happy, he heard the graceful female cultivator in front of him angrily say, "Mr. Lu, are you lying to us? If you are lying, you should be careful or I will skin you alive."

"It actually works!" He Degong was extremely surprised and found it unbelievable.

Which of the brothers of Chongming Sect are these bandit leaders friends with? Otherwise, how could his title of eldest brother not be as useful as Kang Dabao's?

"I, Lu, dare not lie to you fellow Taoists! I, Lu, was entrusted by Sect Leader Kang to contact the fellow Taoists from the He family. Look, that fellow Taoist Du Qing is a disciple of the Chongming Sect, and I have the Chongming Sect's talisman as proof!" Lu Xun felt relieved and lied without hesitation.

Shao Meng frowned when he heard that. The cold-faced, one-eyed monk holding a whip abandoned his opponent in front of him. With a wave of his long whip, the henchman who was using a Yin-Yang hook to scratch Du Qing until he was bleeding was swept away by the long whip.

The long whip then took Du Qing's storage bag and handed it to the whip-wielding monk, who shook out all the bits and pieces in the bag with an expressionless face.

Du Qing was originally a poor and independent cultivator. If he had not joined the Chongming Sect, he would not even be worthy of a storage bag. Even after following the caravan for some time, he did not have any wealth.

There were not many things in the storage bag, and the cold-faced, one-eyed monk easily found a round wooden token with two powerful characters "Chongming" written on it.

As soon as the token was in hand, the one-eyed monk winked at Shao Meng, Shao Wei and his brother one by one. Shao Wei pondered for a moment, stopped his trick, and spared the life of the old man in green who was about to be killed by the giant hammer.

He gathered his Qi in his Dantian and shouted, "Stop!"

He Degong saw a hint of unwillingness in the eyes of the female cultivator in front of him, but the latter still retracted the flying fork and returned to her own formation.

This made He Degong feel relieved, but he also felt a little absurd, "Now Kang Dabao's name is actually more useful than Big Brother!"

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