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"Who... are you...?" He Dehu raised his head and glared at Wu Feng.

His left hand was still supporting him on the ground, and his right hand slowly reached towards the axe. His fingertips touched the axe handle, but he no longer had the strength to hold it.

Health bar is almost empty.

He Dehu's body stiffened for a moment, then he and his axe turned into white specks of light and dispersed in front of Wu Feng.

The specks of light floated up, only to be scattered completely by the wind.

A system notification popped up in the center of the field of view—

[Defeat He Dehu (a first-rate martial artist), gain: 6800000 experience points.]

Congratulations on reaching level 58.

Wu Feng put the gun away, and the blood on the tip of the gun dripped down the shaft and onto the ground.

He shook the gun to remove the remaining blood before putting it back in his backpack.

He stood at the entrance of the village and glanced around.

There were many orbs of light scattered on the ground, which were emitted by He Dehu and his group.

The pile of Qian Tongbao's (the third leader) pile was on the left, Liu Bao's (the second leader) pile was scattered on the right, and He Dehu's pile was at his feet.

Wu Feng bent down and began to pick them up.

Pick up He Dehu's first. The first thing you touch in the ball of light is a machete, heavy in your hand, with a blade that gleams coldly.

He glanced at the attributes:

【Mountain-Splitting Axe (Orange Quality)】

[Type: Weapon]

[Equipment Requirements: Arm Strength 500, Constitution 400]

Attack +520

Arm Strength +120

[Root Bone +90]

[Special Effect: Armor Penetration: Ignores 25% of the target's physical defense when attacking.]

Wu Feng raised an eyebrow. This axe had good attributes, but he couldn't use it.

He doesn't use an axe, but he can keep this valuable tool for when he wants to expand his power.

He put the axe back into his backpack and continued searching.

The second item was a sign, black with gold lettering, about the size of a palm.

He picked it up and looked at it—

[Large-Scale Stronghold Construction Token: Allows you to construct a large stronghold at a designated location. Upon construction, basic buildings such as a gate, watchtowers, and council hall will automatically be generated. You can recruit NPC guards (up to 2000).]

Wu Feng stared at the line of text for two seconds.

Large-scale counterfeit. Maximum capacity: 2000 people.

He put the token away and continued flipping through the pages.

Among the items He Dehu plundered were several bottles of medicine, several whetstones, several hundred taels of silver, and a secret manual.

The cover of the manual was dark red, with four characters written on it: "Thirty-Six Axes of the Heavenly Gang".

Wu Feng opened it and glanced at it.

[The Thirty-Six Axes of Heavenly Gang (First-Class Martial Arts): Comprising thirty-six forms, renowned for their fierce and domineering power. Each axe strike contains the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, requiring profound internal energy to execute. At its highest level, it can split monuments and shatter rocks; at its most perfect state, it can cleave mountains and rivers.]

He closed the manual and put it into his backpack.

Top-tier martial arts. This level of manual is simply unavailable on the market, and players who possess it would never sell it.

It was indeed a bit of a surprise to He Dehu that a knock-off BOSS could drop something like this.

He then went to collect the loot dropped by the second and third leaders.

Liu Bao dropped a purple spear, several third-rate martial arts manuals, and some other odds and ends.

Qian Tong got the worst loot: a few bottles of poison, some green darts, blue poison needles, and a few taels of silver.

After finishing tidying up, Wu Feng stood up and glanced at the empty mountain stronghold.

After collecting his spoils and cleaning up all the orbs of light on the ground, Wu Feng stood up and glanced around.

He lifted his foot and walked into the village.

Crossing the open space, rows of wooden houses lined both sides of the dirt road. Some houses had broken bowls and rotten stools lying in front of them, and a few dirty clothes scattered on the ground.

He pushed open a few doors and glanced inside. They were all places where ordinary henchmen lived, with wooden plank beds, tattered quilts, and a few earthenware jars piled up in the corner. There was nothing of value there.

He continued walking inside.

The village is quite large; even after walking about a hundred steps from the village gate, it still hasn't reached the end.

The dirt road turned a corner, bypassed a pile of rubble, and a row of larger wooden houses appeared ahead, looking like a warehouse.

Wu Feng quickened his pace and walked over.

The door to the first warehouse was ajar, and he reached out and pushed it open.

The door hinges creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior with a strong smell of wood and fabric.

He squinted to adjust his eyes and made out the furnishings inside—a row of large wooden crates were stacked against the wall, from one end to the other, at least a dozen of them.

He walked to the nearest box and opened the lid.

Inside were grains, white rice, packed full, each grain plump and full.

He then lifted several other containers next to him, revealing rice, millet, and wheat flour—all grains, neatly arranged.

The second warehouse contained cloth.

There were both coarse and fine cloths, neatly folded and stacked in boxes. The colors were dull and gray, with a few bolts of brightly colored fine cloths at the bottom, making it look like goods stolen from a caravan.

The third warehouse made him pause for a moment.

A row of wooden shelves against the wall was filled with porcelain bottles and medicine packets.

He picked up a bottle and glanced at it—it was wound medicine, the bottle opening sealed with wax.

Next to him were antidote powder, hemostatic powder, and several bottles of powder whose purpose he did not know. There were notes on the bottles with words such as "tendon-severing powder" and "bewitching powder".

Several sacks of herbs were piled up in the corner, with withered branches and leaves peeking out from the seams of the sacks, emitting a bitter smell.

The animal hides are in the fourth warehouse.

Deer skin, rabbit skin, wolf skin, and a few that looked like tiger skin were stacked in the box. The fur was shiny and felt nice to the touch.

The fifth warehouse was the largest; as soon as the door was pushed open, silvery-white light shone through.

Wu Feng paused in his steps.

Two large wooden crates were open, filled with neatly stacked silver ingots, which gleamed in the dim warehouse.

He went over and counted them—two boxes, each containing at least five or six thousand taels, totaling over ten thousand taels of silver.

He stared at the two boxes of silver for a moment, and was indeed a little surprised.

The giant mountain stronghold had a much deeper foundation than he had imagined.

For a medium-sized mountain stronghold like Qingshizhai, finding a thousand taels of silver in its warehouse would be considered quite good.

The Wohu Village alone has tens of thousands of taels of silver. Add to that the grain, cloth, medicine, and animal hides, and it's worth at least several thousand taels.

He packed everything in the warehouse into his backpack.

He didn't keep any of the grain, cloth, medicine, herbs, animal hides, or silver; he put them all into his backpack.

After leaving the last warehouse, Wu Feng took another stroll around the village.

Arriving at the innermost part of the village, against the mountain wall, is the largest wooden house.

Pushing open the door, the room was more spacious than the others, but it wasn't much cleaner.

There was a large wooden bed covered with a tiger-skin rug, a teapot and teacups on the table, several bows hanging on the wall, and a wardrobe in the corner. Pushing open the wardrobe, there were a few changes of clothes inside, but nothing of value.

He then searched the second-in-command's residence.

It was smaller and more rudimentary than the head of the gang's place, with just a bed and a table. On the table were a few ledgers, which, when flipped through, were records of stolen goods and were of little use.

The Hall of Gathering Righteousness is the largest building in the very center of the village.

The wooden door was open, revealing a long table covered with a faded red cloth, surrounded by wooden chairs.

On the wall directly opposite the gate hangs a plaque with the four characters "Acting on behalf of Heaven" written on it. The characters are crooked and the paint has mostly worn off.

He stood at the entrance of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, his gaze sweeping around.

There was nothing on the table, nothing under the chair, and nothing in the corner.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, a golden system notification suddenly popped up in the center of my vision—

You have conquered Wohu Village. Do you wish to destroy it?

Wu Feng stopped and looked at the line of text.

Below is a line of smaller text explaining: After destruction, the stronghold will disappear from the map and NPCs will no longer spawn. You can obtain the Crouching Tiger Stronghold's legacy.

Without any hesitation, he chose to destroy it.

The notification sound rang out immediately afterward—

[Congratulations on destroying Wohu Village! You have obtained: Wohu Village's Legacy.]