Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 77: Soldiers Suppress Bandits
Xiang Lingchen stared coldly at Wei Zhenshan: "Lord Wei, I only have one question for you: did you know or not?"

"I don't know," Wei Zhenshan shook his head.

"I'll trust you one more time." Xiang Lingchen nodded. "Ling Han, that gang of bandits is in your hands. Make sure they are all killed, and that this threat is eliminated forever!"

"Yes!" Xiang Lingchen shouted loudly to a man next to him.

Wei Zhenshan sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of regret. He knew that if he didn't abandon the Tiger Head Thief, Xiang Lingchen would never give up easily.

After all, since the murder, the Xiang family's losses have been increasing day by day, while he has suffered no losses.

Faced with this situation, anyone would feel unbalanced, so he has to lose a piece of his flesh.

He feared the uncertain attacks that might follow his madness in the early hours of the morning more than the certain losses.

"Lord Xiang, would you mind joining us for a small gathering at the restaurant?" Wei Zhenshan invited again. "Perhaps there's been a slight misunderstanding between us."

"It'd better be just a small misunderstanding!" Xiang Lingchen said with a forced smile, knowing that since Wei Zhenshan had already gone to such lengths, he would never let him leave the city.

There was also an old fox eyeing them covetously nearby, so it wasn't a good time to completely break ties with Wei Zhenshan.

However, no one dared to offend him and the Xiang family could leave unscathed!

A murderous intent lurked in Xiang Lingchen's eyes.

Lin Le stood on the city wall, watching the two groups of people leave. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, seemingly gentle but actually devoid of warmth.

It leaped off the city wall, and when it landed, only a black cat ran away into the distance.

In the Tiger Head Bandit Stronghold, a bandit ran into a hall reeking of alcohol, holding a note and shouting, "Tiger Head, something bad has happened! Something bad has happened!"

Shao Hu woke up from a wide chair and looked at his men who came running over. He said with some irritation, "What's wrong? Is it that guy surnamed Xiang who attacked again?"

"It's not him, but it's pretty much the same." The subordinate swallowed hard. "The brothers who were lurking in the military camp sent word that the Xiang family has mobilized three hundred soldiers and is approaching us at full speed."

"Huh?!" Shao Hu immediately sobered up from his hangover, circulating his true qi to expel the alcohol fumes.

Shao Hu looked at his subordinates and said, "What did you say? The Martial Camp has been mobilized?"

"Yes." The subordinate nodded.

Shao Hu immediately frowned. He thought Wei Zhenshan could control the situation, but it turned out he couldn't even handle this simple matter.

"Report, Tiger Head, a letter has arrived from the city!"

At that moment, another subordinate ran in and handed a note to Shao Hu.

Shao Hu opened it and took a look. His face immediately turned red: "Damn it, this is too much!"

As he spoke, he slapped the chair he was sitting on.

Boom!

The wooden chair was smashed to pieces.

Shao Hu stood up from the ground, his expression uncertain. He couldn't accept the information on the note, whether it was true or false.

If it's true, then it means that Shao Hu was actually tricked by a villain in the shadows; if it's false, then it means that Wei Zhenshan was planning to use Tiger Head Thief as a pawn.

Having come from a bandit background, Shao Hu was decisive and shouted, "Stop sleeping, all of you! The enemy is already at the gates!"

His voice was loud and clear, like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

The bandits, still hungover, were suddenly jolted awake and looked at Shao Hu in a daze.

"Brothers, it is I, Shao Hu, who have failed you!" Shao Hu continued loudly, "The county magistrate in that city actually abandoned us and now he has sent troops to wipe us out. What do you tell me, what should we do now?"

The hall fell silent for a moment. Some of the bandits were still confused, but several of Shao Hu's trusted men shouted:

"Kill! Kill! Kill that corrupt official!"

"Yes, kill! Kill! Kill that corrupt official!"

"Kill the corrupt official!" Under the influence of these shouts, the bandits subconsciously began to chant the slogan.

"Good!" Shao Hu roared, and the bandits immediately fell silent. "Now go and prepare. When the government troops arrive, we will launch a surprise attack and wipe them out!"

"Slay them all! Slay them all! Slay them all!"

Standing on the treetop, Lin Le watched this scene with a slight surprise in his heart. This Shao Hu is really a talent. He has won over people's hearts in such a short time.

'So, as a talented but wicked person, you must have accumulated a lot of merit.'

On the treetop, a black cat wore a bloodthirsty smile.

Shao Hu shuddered, feeling as if he were being watched by some ferocious beast.

But he didn't think too much about it, assuming it was the Xiang family's malice towards him.

On the official road, more than three hundred people ran towards Ertou Mountain in unison. The journey of twenty or thirty li could be completed in an hour.

"Let's rest," Xiang Linghan said, raising his hand.

The three hundred soldiers immediately rested, but their faces showed no worry about the upcoming battle.

They were just a bunch of petty thieves; how could they possibly be a match for these well-trained officers and soldiers?

As a prominent local clan, the Xiang family naturally became involved in the martial arts camp, and most of the people in the camp were related to the Xiang family.

As their trump card, the military camp will not be allowed to become complacent; instead, it will hone its skills daily to maintain its combat effectiveness.

On the other side, Shao Hu, who had led the bandits to ambush the soldiers, couldn't help but spit when he saw the government troops resting on the spot.

The leader was quite skilled; he timed the distance perfectly. If they ran that distance, the bandits would be exhausted, but if they didn't, they could only watch helplessly as the soldiers recovered their strength.

"Let's go!" Shao Hu brandished his knife and led the bandits out of the ambush, quickly heading towards the government troops.

Running is tiring, so why not just walk? Although it might diminish your advantage a little, it's better than having no advantage at all.

Seeing Shao Hu step forward on his own initiative, Xiang Linghan also raised his gun and shouted, "Enemy attack! Ready!"

The three hundred soldiers quickly stood up, maintained their formation, and waited for the bandits to approach little by little.

"Xiang Linghan, why isn't it your Xiang family head coming over?" Shao Hu stopped a hundred feet away from Xiang Linghan and shouted.

Xiang Linghan sneered: "Killing you is enough for me, why bother the patriarch!"

"Such arrogance!" Shao Hu didn't waste any words. "Brothers, follow me and kill them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shao Hu charged towards Xiang Linghan:

"You corrupt official, take this!"

Bang! Shao Hu took a few steps and rushed in front of Xiang Linghan. Then he slashed down with his sword. True Qi intertwined and formed a huge tiger head that bit Xiang Linghan.

Xiang Linghan thrust his spear, and a surge of icy energy rushed toward the tiger's head.

However, he slightly underestimated the power of Shao Hu's attack; he didn't expect Shao Hu to go all out from the start.

Boom! Xiang Linghan was sent flying by a single blow.

Seeing their leader's incredible prowess, the bandits' morale soared, and they engaged in fierce battle with the government troops.

Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, no one noticed a black cat nimbly maneuvering across the battlefield, each movement resulting in the immediate death of a wounded person.

However, the bandits died more often. Compared to the well-equipped government soldiers, the bandits, who were only prepared with a few pieces of leather or wooden armor, were more likely to be injured.

Because those who died were all injured, they did not notice a black vengeful ghost taking their lives from among them.

Looking at the lotus roots that kept growing in his inner vision, Lin Le felt gratified, thinking that he could take this opportunity to accumulate enough killing karma to grow the eighth Yang Spirit Root.

(End of this chapter)