Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 25 The Heart of a Killer
Whether it's a past life or this life.

Lu Wubing had only heard stories of massacring villages and cities.

But I have never seen it with my own eyes.

Having come into this world, his personal experiences over the past few days have taught him that in this era, whether it is a prosperous time or a chaotic one, the lives of ordinary people at the bottom of society are always unbearably bitter.

He thought he was used to being covered in blood.

But when he actually saw the large number of corpses lying everywhere, he still felt a strong sense of unease.

From near and far, the tragic deaths of the elderly, children, men and women, stretch from one end of the village to the other, create a gruesome picture.

It leaves you with a pent-up anger that you can't seem to vent.

At this moment, he felt a sense of recognition from the longsword in his hand, something he had never experienced before.

A true man should wield a three-foot sword and sweep away all injustice in the world.

Lu Wubing originally thought that the purpose of learning martial arts and swordsmanship was to preserve his peaceful life and ensure the safety of his relatives and friends from being bullied by others.

Now, there's another reason.

In this world, there are always many beasts that do not deserve to live.

If you see it, don't stand idly by.

Although I am not strong enough, nor do I have enough power to intimidate all sides.

But that day will eventually come.

"Shhhhh..."

At this moment, Lu Wubing's heart was as cold as ice.

He lunged forward, his sword flashing like a bolt of lightning.

Kill all the remaining bandits.

And then, he delivered a final blow to the throat of the bandit who was howling on the ground.

Only the cold hilt of the sword in his hand could extinguish the fire of anger in his heart.

He finally understood why Senior Sister Xiaolan used the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles without saying a word.

She didn't want these bandits to live another second.

"Grandpa...Third Aunt, Little Tiger..."

Gu Dashi threw down the steel fork in his hand and rushed over to the corpses, tears streaming down his face.

The man, as strong as a mountain rock, cried like a child.

It was as soft as a lump of mud.

Faint cries could be heard from all sides; they came from the surviving villagers.

Of the village of over three hundred people, only seven or eight remain after the deaths.

Nearly half of them were seriously injured and it was clear they wouldn't live much longer.

"No matter how much you cry, they won't come back to life."

Although it was a bit cruel, Lu Wubing felt he had to say it: "Instead of wasting your time, why don't you tell me which bandit group they belong to and where they live?"

"Mountain bandits, yes, mountain bandits, Chaoyang Village, it's that bastard Chen Sanyang from Chaoyang Village. I hate it, I shouldn't have taken them in in the first place, I never thought I raised two vicious wolves."

Gu Dashi started pounding his chest and stamping his feet again. It took him a while to calm down a little. He turned around and went to a small courtyard with a thatched hut that hadn't been burned down. He took out a small silk bag.

His eyes were blank as he slowly unwrapped the silk cloth, revealing the contents inside. He picked it up with both hands and knelt down in front of Lu Wubing.

"Young hero, I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. This medicine is what Chaoyang Village is coveting."

A few days ago, after the news of the discovery of ginseng was leaked, it attracted the attention of mountain bandits.

I've said it before: even if Chen Shanyang comes from Gujia Village, we can't take any chances.

This man is like an insatiable wolf; sooner or later he'll set his sights on the village, but Grandpa and the others just don't believe it..."

Gu Dashi was so agitated that he was speaking incoherently and without any clear focus.

However, Lu Wubing still understood.

A few days ago, Gu Dashi, a hunter, found a precious ginseng on the mountain.

He did know the principle of not flaunting one's wealth.

He just hid at home, suppressing his excitement, and secretly drank a few sips of liquor, thinking that as long as he could find a way to sell this ginseng, not only would his wife's illness be cured.

The extra money can be used to properly raise his son, Er Gou.

Because he had drunk a little too much, Gu Dashi told his wife about it. The two happily discussed how to live a good life in the future, but unexpectedly, their five-year-old son, Ergou, overheard them.

What follows is a very melodramatic story. It's also a tragic one.

Who would have thought that children's innocent words could be a deadly weapon?

No one would have imagined that the Three Heroes of Chaoyang would turn their swords against the village where they grew up.

In the past, this band of mountain bandits plundered grain everywhere, ransacked and looted other villages, and raped innocent people. Some people in Gujia Village were still feeling lucky.

I always felt that although those people were ruthless, they still had some sense of kinship with me, like a rabbit that doesn't eat the grass near its burrow.

Therefore, the village elder would occasionally send some grain to the mountain stronghold, hoping to cultivate a good relationship...

However, temporary safety does not guarantee permanent safety.

The rabbits near the tiger weren't eaten... simply because the tiger was full and didn't want that little bit of meat.

"I know that the two young heroes do not seek any reward, but I have received such a great favor, and I cannot rest easy if I do not repay it."

"Young hero, please don't refuse. This ginseng is very old and greatly helpful for cultivating internal energy; it will come in handy."

"If I were twenty years younger, I could still try to defy fate with it, but it's useless to me now."

Seeing that Lu Wubing refused to accept the money, Gu Dashi looked troubled and only said a few words back and forth. Finally, when pressed, he said, "Chaoyang Village is located in a dangerous place, and it has seventy or eighty strong soldiers under its command. The chief, Chen Sanyang, has learned a set of external martial arts techniques from somewhere, and his skills with the Panlong Staff are exceptional."

The second-in-command, Ge Zhong, known for his "Soul-Hooking Spear," is said to be from the Northern Army, and his spear skills are extremely fierce...

There was little hope of attacking this stronghold.

Gu only hopes that when the young hero has achieved great mastery of his cultivation, he can return to slay this wicked villain…

"The days are short and the nights are long, I can't wait that long."

Lu Wubing was finally moved.

This man clearly wanted to rush up the mountain and fight to the death, but he handed the ginseng to someone he had only met once, just to gamble on the hope of getting revenge someday.

“Senior sister, a fine sword is forged through tempering. I always feel that swordsmanship improves rapidly only after experiencing actual combat. Otherwise…”

"How could I be left out of this? It would have been better if we hadn't encountered such vicious mountain bandits."

Now that we've encountered this, if we ignore it, my father will surely think I'm a useless daughter who has disgraced his reputation.

Ouyang Lan said firmly.

When the East Sea Sword Sect tried to take advantage of the Lu family, she watched from the sidelines and wanted to intervene several times.

However, due to certain matters that have far-reaching implications, we can only watch helplessly, at most offering warnings and providing covert assistance.

This incident shows that she still has a passionate heart and a heroic spirit.

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts in perfect sync.

Without further ado, I accepted the ginseng...

Ouyang Lan was more familiar with this kind of mountain treasure than Lu Wubing, the eldest son of Huichuntang.

After just a couple of glances, I was able to tell it was a fine piece that was over 300 years old.

"Junior brother, do you know that besides accumulating knowledge through hard work over time, there is a shortcut to cultivating internal energy: consuming various qi-tonifying substances?"

Such a ginseng, if placed in the martial arts world, would at least cause a bloodbath, if not a bloodbath, to be fought over fiercely.

You are just beginning to learn the "Dripping Water Strength" technique, and you need to replenish your energy to save time for cultivating your Qi.

At this point, Ouyang Lan sighed again: "It's a pity that the practice of [Dripping Water Force], although it is balanced and peaceful, progresses slowly, and the opened meridians cannot support such a huge medicinal power."

If you were to switch to cultivating the [Heavenly River Orthodox Method], your internal energy cultivation speed would increase several times over.

In fact, Lu Wubing's progress in cultivating internal energy had already astonished Ouyang Lan.

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was an insult to such a cultivation genius to only practice basic Heavenly Star Internal Technique.

She longed to witness the day when her junior brother would soar to great heights and reach the heavens.

The thought that she had personally discovered such a person and helped him join the Tianxing Sect filled her with immense pride.

History will remember all of this.

Her reputation as the heroine Ouyang will be greatly enhanced because of this.

Holding the three-hundred-year-old wild ginseng, Ouyang Lan's face showed a strange expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.

Lu Wubing was completely baffled.

I thought that my senior sister might have been traumatized by the tragic scene she had witnessed earlier.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her. "Senior sister, since I can't fully absorb the power of the ginseng here, and you've been cultivating the [Heavenly River Orthodox Method], this is perfect for you."

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(End of this chapter)