Starting as pearl divers, they have endless jobs.

Chapter 49 The Aura of White Calamity, Bandit Start
Chen Ye carefully removed the egg-sized spiritual pearl from the clam meat. The warm touch and the powerful spiritual energy it contained invigorated him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Ye put the spirit pearl into the bag at his waist and then swam towards the surface of the water.

Just then, a nameless fear suddenly surged into his heart, and then Chen Ye felt an extremely cold and gloomy aura envelop his entire body.

Click.

The talisman hanging around her neck shattered in less than five seconds.

In the midst of this chilling cold that could freeze the blood in one's body, Chen Ye caught a glimpse of a white, hazy object approaching him from the corner of his eye.

It's the aura of a white disaster!
Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately thought of the terrifying creature in the legendary Blackwater Lake.

Calling it a living organism is not entirely accurate, because no one has ever seen its true form, or rather, those who have seen it are all dead.

People only know that this thing is extremely strange. Once it appears, the already cold water will become even more terrifying, so only a very few lucky people can escape from this situation.

Chen Ye never expected to be so unlucky as to encounter this thing.

However, recalling the strange fish that suddenly attacked him when he was collecting the ninth-grade spirit pearl, Chen Ye suddenly realized.

Without a doubt, these terrifying underwater beings were all attracted by the aura of the Grade 1 Spirit Pearl.

These thoughts flashed through Chen Ye's mind quickly, and at the same time, the white cloud of gas rapidly approached.

But just as it was about to reach Chen Ye, Chen Ye suddenly disappeared into the dark underwater world.

The wisp of white mist missed its target and then wandered around in confusion, clearly unaware of how Chen Ye had disappeared.

At the same time, Chen Ye suddenly emerged from the water above the lake and began to gasp for breath.

Chen Ye had just activated his Nightwalker talent, merging himself into the darkness, which allowed him to escape the White Calamity.

Damn it, I'd better be careful next time I'm harvesting pearls. Chen Ye thought to himself, on high alert.

Moreover, this time, even an eighth-grade spirit pearl encountered the terrifying existence of the White Calamity Qi. What would happen if a first-grade spirit pearl were harvested?
Chen Ye shuddered, stopping himself from thinking any further, then climbed onto the small boat and returned to the cabin.

He first changed into dry clothes, rowed the boat to a secluded corner, and then checked it to make sure there were no oversights before choosing to devour it.

The next moment, a familiar pulling sensation came, and the world in front of me instantly twisted and peeled away, turning into shimmering lines, and finally returning to nothingness.

When Chen Ye opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a hard wooden bed.

The room wasn't large, and was even a bit run-down, but it had all the necessary furniture, including a table, chairs, a bed, and cabinets. There were even a few paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, which looked rather out of place.

Judging from the furnishings and layout of the house, this place is clearly in ancient times.

Before he could think it through, a torrent of complex memories flooded his mind.

A moment later, a look of bewilderment appeared on Chen Ye's face.

This time, he transmigrated to a world where martial arts flourished.

His current identity is a patrol leader in the bandit stronghold of Qingzhu Mountain.

To put it bluntly, he was just a bandit.

With a thought, Chen Ye brought up the job panel.

Name: Chen Ye

[Position: Junior Patrol Leader of Qingzhu Mountain]

[Occupation: Outlaw (lv2) - A bandit who lives a life of crime and violence. Chaos is your soil, bravery is your capital. In the dog-eat-dog world of bandits, only the knife in your hand matters.]

[Talent: Ferocious Physique - Your body is stronger than the average person, with slightly increased stamina and resilience.]

[Martial Arts: Wind-Splitting Saber Technique Lv1]

Looking at the description above, Chen Ye breathed a slight sigh of relief.

An eighth-grade spirit pearl is indeed much stronger than a ninth-grade one. Last time, I started as a helpless little pageboy, but this time I not only have an initial profession, but also a martial art. More importantly, I also have the identity of a patrol leader, managing more than a dozen people.

This start has indeed been much smoother.

Chen Ye stood up and walked to the bronze mirror in the room, which was obviously looted.

The mirror reflected a face that looked to be in his early twenties. He wasn't exactly handsome, and even looked somewhat simple-minded, but with his burly and robust physique, he exuded a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

Through his memories, Chen Ye gained a preliminary understanding of the martial arts of this world.

The martial arts potential in this world far surpasses that of the previous world.

The martial arts world is full of masters, and the legends of some of the top experts are almost indistinguishable from those of immortals on land.

Even a second-rate master is enough to establish a sect and dominate a region.

For example, the chief of this Green Bamboo Mountain is said to be a genuine second-rate master, with incredibly domineering fist techniques, capable of splitting rocks and gold with ease.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by a rough voice.

"Boss, are you awake? It's time to patrol the mountain."

Chen Ye collected his thoughts and replied in a deep voice, "Understood, I'll be right there."

He put on the original owner's coarse clothes, took a heavy ring-pommel sword from the wall and slung it around his waist, and then pushed open the door and went out.

Outside the gate is a much larger courtyard, beyond which you can see layers of buildings built against the mountain, stretching all the way to the summit.

The entire stronghold was vast in scale, with armed henchmen patrolling everywhere, sentry posts standing tall, and heavily guarded, far surpassing any ordinary makeshift gang.

There were already seventeen or eighteen men standing in the courtyard. When they saw Chen Ye come out, they all shouted in unison.

"Boss."

Most of these people were refugees or farmers who couldn't make a living and went up the mountain for food. Although they didn't have much fighting ability, they were enough to intimidate people.

Chen Ye nodded without saying anything more, and led the group toward the patrol path outside the mountain stronghold.

For the next month, Qingzhu Mountain remained calm and peaceful.

During this period, Chen Ye lived a very regular life. Every day, he led his dozen or so men to patrol the mountains along a fixed route, and spent the rest of his time locked in his room, concentrating on studying the book "Wind-Splitting Saber Technique".

Chen Ye, after all, had maxed-out experience with fast swords, so his foundation was solid, making it much easier for him to learn this rudimentary sword technique.

In just one month, Chen Ye felt that his understanding of this sword technique had deepened.

[Martial Arts: Wind-Splitting Saber Technique Lv2]

But it was all for naught.

Because this Wind-Splitting Saber Technique is a common skill distributed to every henchman by Green Bamboo Mountain. It's purely an external martial art, and no matter how well you practice it, its upper limit is limited. It's fine for cutting down ordinary people, but it's a joke when you encounter a real martial artist.

What Chen Ye wanted was a proper martial arts technique that could cultivate internal energy.

But this stuff is more precious than gold in the martial arts world. Although the chieftains on the mountain are all skilled martial artists, who would share their livelihood skills with others for training?

However, Chen Ye was not in a hurry.

Judging from the imposing atmosphere of Qingzhu Mountain, it has been entrenched here for many years and has a solid foundation. It seems that it can remain peaceful for a long time to come.

Therefore, Chen Ye felt he had plenty of time to plan slowly.

But Chen Ye ultimately underestimated the danger of this world.

The New Year had just passed, and the snow hadn't even completely melted when the accident happened at Qingzhu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)