During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

Ten miles outside Nanyang City, amidst barren slopes and mounds.

This is a settlement area for the Baiyue people that was arbitrarily designated.

Li Ji, along with Yan Lingji and Bai Du Wang, arrived at this village of Baiyue remnants.

A night had passed since the great battle between Li Ji and Bai Yifei, and the weather, which should have been sunny, was shrouded in a gray mist.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Li Ji was stopped before he even entered the village.

He was stopped by several South Korean military officers guarding the entrance to Baiyue Village. The leather armor they wore was worn black.

The squad leader, who was about thirty years old, always had his eyes half-closed, and his gaze always seemed to be weighing goods.

They were not as well-groomed and orderly as the garrison in Nanyang City; they looked more like a pack of vicious dogs abandoned on the outskirts of the city to guard something.

"I'm here to see someone," Li Ji replied indifferently.

"Strangers aren't allowed in here," the squad leader replied impatiently, then looked at Yan Lingji and Bai Du Wang behind Li Ji.

Upon seeing the Hundred Poison King's bright red and green clothes and the bottles and jars around his waist, the squad leader's eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness. He knew the common attire of these Baiyue shamans, and that this was a Baiyue person.

When his gaze fell on Yan Lingji, he couldn't look away.

There are many Baiyue women in this Baiyue village, but he has never seen such a top-quality woman before, and this woman also looks like a Baiyue woman.

He was already tired of what he was doing here, and then this amazing gem was delivered to him.

If it were a Korean, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly, but the Baiyue people—could they even be called human beings? They were just slaves.

Li Ji, who was with Yan Lingji and Bai Du Wang, was also mistaken for a Baiyue person by the squad leader.

Thinking of this, the squad leader said to Li Ji, "You lot, you wouldn't happen to be some Baiyue commoners who escaped from somewhere, would you?"

After saying that, the squad leader didn't even wait for Li Ji and the others to explain, and said to the surrounding officers, "I think these people are very suspicious. Take them down first."

But they messed with the wrong person.

In a single glance, a flash of eerie blue light appeared, and several military officers were instantly decapitated.

The sergeant died without ever understanding who he had offended.

Li Ji glanced at the corpses of the men casually before walking into the village.

In this village, most of the houses are thatched and mud-brick houses with walls made of yellow mud mixed with straw, which have long since cracked after being exposed to the sun and rain.

Li Ji walked to a mud-brick house, wanting to inquire about the whereabouts of Ling Ji's younger brother.

Upon entering the house, Li Ji was surprised to find that such a small room was filled with people.

There are at least twenty or more.

Moreover, it's a mixed-gender dormitory.

The men wore short brown cloth clothes, and the women wore long robes and short jackets. Many people still retained the old customs of the Baiyue people: barefoot, facial tattoos, and body tattoos.

Li Ji frowned and asked these people if they knew a boy named Wu Yun.

But no one in the room paid any attention to him. Some people just glanced at him blankly, while others went about their own business as if they hadn't heard him at all.

Seeing no one respond, Li Ji had no choice but to turn around and leave, heading towards the next mud-brick house. Surely someone in such a large village would recognize him.

Just as Li Ji was about to leave, an old man with a face full of tattoos stopped him.

The old man's eyes were full of vicissitudes, and there was no hostility in them like that of ordinary Baiyue people towards strangers. He asked Li Ji what he wanted to do with that child, Wu Yun.

Li Ji said, "Take him away to the Qin state."

The old man gave Li Ji a deep look, then led him to the northwesternmost corner of the village without saying a word.

For some reason, as the old man led Li Ji through the village, more and more Baiyue people emerged and followed behind from a distance.

Perhaps they already knew that Li Ji had killed those military officers, or perhaps they wanted to see what this outsider, Li Ji, was up to.

The old man stopped walking.

Li Ji's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Ling Ji's younger brother, the brother she longed for, is actually in a place like this?

There stood a dozen or so cages made of rough wood, low and cramped, where people could only curl up in a ball.

The old man came to a wooden cage and pointed inside.

Li Ji followed the old man's finger and looked in that direction.

Inside, a thin figure was huddled, soaked to the bone, his thin clothes clinging to his back, dark brown from the mud and water.

His skin was the typical waxy yellow color found in the village, but now it was tinged with a pale white from the sweat of pain.

Only occasional muffled coughs proved that he was still alive.

Li Ji arrived in front of the wooden cage, his face already turning gloomy.

At this moment, Li Ji noticed that his calves were bent at an unnatural angle and his trouser legs were soaked with blood.

Seeing that he was surrounded by so many people, he struggled to sit up and tried to pull the slightly exposed part of his leg into his arms.

Even though her fingertips trembled and her eyes instantly turned red with pain, she still bit her lip tightly, refusing to make a sound.

Li Ji suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, which shouldn't have happened.

He was simply fulfilling a promise, even though the person he made that promise to was no longer there.

But he suddenly discovered that the younger brother that Ling Ji had been thinking about before her death was in such a miserable state.

If he hadn't come, this boy would probably have died.

If Ling Ji's younger brother dies, is Ling Ji's death worthwhile?

If Ling Ji's death was not worthwhile, then how should he, who was saved by Ling Ji, conduct himself?

"Are you Wu Ling's younger brother, Wu Yun?" Li Ji still remembered her real name, Wu Ling.

"Hmm." Wu Yun, inside the wooden cage, looked up at Li Ji and responded softly.

Actually, she is not Ling Ji's younger brother, but Ling Ji's younger sister.

The reason she always considered herself a man was because her sister had told her that only men could survive better in this world, and women were just commodities.

She didn't want to be treated like merchandise and sold off.

From then on, Wu Yun always considered himself a man.

Even the Baiyue people in this village didn't know these things.

Because before entering this village, she had already considered herself a man.

But her face looks like a girl's.

It's just that he hasn't washed his face for a long time and deliberately covered his eyebrows and eyes with dust.

If you look closely, you can see that her eyes are beautiful, with a moist gleam.

Upon hearing Wu Yun's reply, the wooden cage was broken open the next second.

Wu Yun was held in Li Ji's arms, and he found that the boy was surprisingly light, so light that he was almost weightless.

A fire suddenly burned in Li Ji's heart.

Why are so many Baiyue people here doing well, while this young man is in such a miserable state?

Why is it Rei's younger brother, and not someone else?

Just then, a loud shout came from behind Li Ji: "What are you lowly people doing gathered here? Are you planning a rebellion?"

The Baiyue survivors who had been watching quickly retreated, revealing the figures of more than a dozen military officers.

Li Ji turned around and looked at the military officers.

"Tell me, who beat him up like this?"

Li Ji's face remained calm, but beneath that calm lay a deep killing intent.