Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Chapter 118 Both Emotion and Reason

Below the locust tree slope.

Hundreds of martial arts practitioners gathered together, confronting the government troops besieging the stronghold.

The night was deep, and the northern wind was as cold as a knife, yet no one left.

Inside the earthen house, Li Qingshan, tending to the hot water on the stove, couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect these people of the martial world to have such a chivalrous heart."

A piece of dry firewood was put into the stove, steaming hot, making Li Qingshan sweat.

"Actually—that's not entirely true," Old Zhang said from inside the basin.

"Oh?" Li Qingshan looked puzzled.

"Do you think they're helping you? They're helping themselves," the King of the North suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

The King of the North stretched his shoulders and shifted to a more comfortable position: "Since the evil spirits descended upon the world, the power of these martial arts sects has grown increasingly stronger, and the imperial court can no longer do anything about them. In some remote prefectures, certain sects act like local tyrants, completely disregarding the imperial decrees."

Old Zhang added from the side, "Especially this Great Brightness Sect, whose disciples spread their teachings far and wide, its influence reaching all corners of the world, and it's already showing signs of rivaling the imperial court. This time they've come here after hearing the news, probably wanting to use this matter to stir up trouble and weaken the imperial court's power."

"So it's that complicated," Li Qingshan couldn't help but exclaim after hearing this. "I thought they were good people."

After saying that, Li Qingshan slapped his forehead: "Oh no, if that's the case, they won't be able to hold out for long. I have to go out and check."

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Li Qingshan picked up the black iron gun and strode away from the earthen house.

A cold wind seeped into his neck, making Li Qingshan shiver. He gripped his black iron spear tightly, walking and looking around, trying to observe the movements of the soldiers outside the door.

He crept to the door in the dark and peered out quietly, without being noticed by anyone.

Several bonfires were lit at the main entrance, and groups of wandering swordsmen gathered together.

Dingkun, from the Great Light Cult, stood alone by a fire, not speaking to anyone.

Opposite them was Jin Wuji from the Northern Camp.

His face was dark, and he remained motionless, but his constantly clasped hands betrayed his inner anxiety.

Da da da.

Just then, a fast horse galloped in and suddenly stopped at the gate.

The soldier who delivered the message immediately dismounted, quickly approached Jin Wuji, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Jin Wuji nodded repeatedly as he listened, and then said, "Alright, I understand now."

Li Qingshan watched anxiously, wondering what message the messenger had brought.

Jin Wuji's gaze swept around and first landed on Ding Kun.

He walked over, squatted down by the fire, and muttered a few words to himself.

Dingkun's brows gradually relaxed, and after a while, he nodded slightly and said, "If I can bring light to the North, it will be a great merit for me."

He stood up, bowed to Dingkun, and then walked away alone.

His departure caused unease among the other martial arts practitioners.

"Why did the Great Brightness Cult leave? They're not getting involved in this mess."

"The imperial court must have promised them something."

"No matter what the imperial court promises, we will not agree. We are not treacherous dogs like the Great Brightness Sect."

"right!"

Everyone looked at Jin Wuji, pondering how to firmly refuse him later.

Unexpectedly, Jin Wuji didn't even glance in their direction. He turned around and strolled back to his own camp.

"This—" Everyone began to have doubts again.

Someone quietly got up and slipped into the darkness when no one was looking.

In just half an hour, most of the crowd had left.

At this moment, Jin Wuji slowly appeared.

"Gentlemen, please hear me out. The imperial court will handle this matter itself and give everyone justice. Your continued presence here is beneficial and harmless to the situation. Do you all know that if the north falls into chaos, it will endanger the entire realm?"

After he finished speaking, half of the crowd left.

Only a few people remained at the gate of the village.

Jin Wuji glanced at them and knew that these people were tough nuts to crack and would need to be persuaded slowly.

If we really can't persuade them, we'll have to solve it together.

The first thing he saw was a scholar-like man sitting by the fire, holding a scroll in his hands.

Jin Wuji stepped forward, bowed, and said, "May I ask how you are addressed, sir?"

"Wan Juan Academy, Dong Fang."

"It's windy here, Mr. Dong, why don't you find another place to study?" Jin Wuji said.

"I also wanted to move to another place, but alas, my master died in the north. Now his remains are nowhere to be found, and I wish to bury him properly."

"May I ask who your esteemed teacher is?"

"My master's surname is Zheng and his given name is Zhong. He is an unknown person, and the general may not have heard of him."

Dong Fang turned a page of his book without even glancing at Jin Wuji.

Jin Wuji knew this was a tough nut to crack. The poor scholars of Wanjuan Academy, having read a few books of sages, thought they held all the principles of the world in their hands and were always unyielding.

The key point is that many of their disciples hold positions in the imperial court, a fact that gives Jin Wuji a headache.

He then looked at another pair of senior and junior disciples who claimed to be from the Dragon Tiger Sect.

The Dragon Tiger Sect was just a small sect, composed of brutes who did hard labor and guard duties; it was not worth mentioning.

He cleared his throat and spoke again, displaying the imposing presence of a general: "I tell you, the thugs in this stronghold have kidnapped the prince and are colluding with the barbarians. Such lawless scoundrels deserve only death; the imperial court will show no mercy."

Tian Ling snorted coldly and said, "You're talking nonsense. Brother Li isn't that kind of person. He killed many barbarians."

"Are you speaking up for him because you're his lover or his accomplice?" Jin Wuji sneered. "This general cannot bear to kill. If you leave now, you may have a chance to live. If you remain obstinate, you will be considered accomplices of the criminal, and we will wipe you out together at dawn."

Tian Ling was so angry that her face turned red, but she couldn't say a word.

Tian Quan patted her on the shoulder and said, "Junior sister, don't worry. At worst, it's just death."

Tian Ling nodded and then fell silent.

"An incurable idiot."

Jin Wuji cursed and turned back to his own camp.

At this time, Lu Botong and Tuoba Feng had also returned from Qingniu Pass.

"Everything is ready. We've also brought in two more cannons to surround Huai Shu Po. We're just waiting for your order to raze this place to the ground." Lu Botong waved his hand. "When the time comes, nothing will have happened here."

"To prevent the soldiers from doing it, Lord Shen specially transferred a thousand garrison troops from Qingniu Pass. They will handle the matter; it has nothing to do with us," Lu Botong continued.

"Do we really have to do this?" Jin Wuji sighed. "The Prince has always treated us well."

"The matter has already been exposed; the common people, the martial arts world, and the imperial court will not tolerate him." Lu Botong's eyes were also a little red. "Doing this now is for the good of the prince, to leave him with a good reputation."

Jin Wuji nodded: "The prince has been kind to all of us, so it is only right and proper that we see him off."

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