[This is a bloody road with no turning back … …]
In the early morning of winter, the wind was bone-chilling and snow covered the ground. From time to time, the ground would let out cracking sounds.
At the only exit of Dali dynasty in Kunlun mountain range, there was a long queue. The people waiting were filled with happiness. This was probably the last time they would be able to leave the mountain this year. In a few more days, the mountain would be sealed by snow, and it would be extremely difficult to enter the mountain. Even if they wanted to hunt monsters or gather spirit herbs, it would be extremely difficult.
In a few days, it would be the new year. Leaving the mountain was just in time, and they were looking forward to reuniting with their families. From time to time, there would be people complaining.
In the long line, there was an elegant youth in thin clothes with delicate features. He was neither arrogant nor rash as he moved slowly with the line.
On his shoulder, a miniature Blood-eyed Maned Lion was mumbling non-stop, causing many people around to discuss in low voices.
"Isn't that the cub of the blood eye lion?"
"Could he be a beast tamer? The blood eye lion is a rare monster, and it's hard to meet one, not to mention a cub. "
"Look at how little he's wearing, and his aura is very sharp. I think he's at least a rank eight spirit formation … …"
"Why do I feel that he's very familiar, as if I've seen him before … …"
… …
The crowd started to discuss in a low voice. Qin Tian had an annoying smile on his face, but he did not say a word.
A gust of cold wind blew past with snowflakes. Many of the sturdy men in beast-skin jackets shivered. The cold wind blew past, but Qin Tian did not feel it at all. Not even a single snowflake landed on his body, causing many people to secretly guess how high his cultivation was.
"What? I have to hand over two grade two spirit herbs? "
"Last month, it was only one, why don't you guys go and rob?"
"Old man, are you going to hand it over or not? If not … … "The person who spoke sneered," If not, don't even think of leaving. "
"You … … you … … you guys are robbing, I will definitely find your patriarch to reason with you." The old man took out two grade two spirit herbs and pointed at a person dressed like a soldier.
That person laughed coldly, and as soon as the old man walked past, he suddenly struck out with his palm. The old man gathered herbs for a living, and his cultivation was very low, so he didn't have any reaction at all. He only felt a cold wind behind his head, and when he turned his head, he saw a palm strike his face, and he fell to the ground.
The man was not satisfied. He kicked the old man's abdomen several times and cursed loudly, "Tell the chief, are you sick in the head? Now, this Kunlun mountain range entrance has been taken over by our Northwest King, Sir Yang Hong. From now on, this place belongs to Yang, not Qin. F * ck … … "
"Haha …"
A few of the soldiers guarding the mountain laughed out loud.
The old man's body was frail to begin with, and coupled with his old age, he lay motionless on the ground after a few hits. The soldier gently grabbed the old man's clothes and ruthlessly threw him away. Then, he spat on the ground.
He turned around and walked to the front of the group, shouting angrily, "I'm not in a good mood today. Everyone who leaves the mountain must hand over three second-grade spiritual herbs, or else you'll have to lie down and leave!"
"What?"
"Are you crazy? Three second-grade spiritual herbs are worth a few hundred silvers. If you hand them over, what are we going to eat?"
"Hand it over. Now, it's not the Qin clan collecting the fee, it's the Yang clan, Sky Border city's Northwest King, Yang clan."
"I heard that all the clans in Qinghe city had been taken in by the Yang clan, and the Qin clan had started to resist stubbornly. Who would have thought that they would also compromise. In the future, it would be difficult to gather herbs in the mountain."
The group was in a mess. Everyone whispered, not daring to speak too loudly.
Most of the people in the group went into the mountain to gather some spiritual herbs, and when they returned to Qinghe city, they would sell them in exchange for silvers. Their cultivations were very low, and many of them were in the Martial Disciple realm. Facing the spirit formation realm soldiers, they dared not say anything.
At the back of the group, Qin Tian did not pay much attention to what was happening in front of him. As before, he slowly followed the group.
After half an hour, Qin Tian finally reached the exit. Looking at the person collecting the fee, he asked, "You guys aren't from the Qin clan?"
The soldier who had just kicked an old man to death was in a bad mood. He pointed at Qin Tian's nose and said, "Listen up, Laozi is from the Northwest King's Yang clan. If you f * cking mention the Qin clan to me again, Laozi will let you know … …"
"Peng!"
Qin Tian raised his hand slightly, and the soldier disappeared. Soon after, a loud 'peng' sound could be heard. On a rock tens of feet away, the soldier was badly mutilated. His chest was broken, and his body twitched slightly. His eyes rolled back, and he died.
"Who is it? To actually dare to attack our Yang clan army? "
More than ten spirit formation realm soldiers rushed over with spears in their hands. In an instant, they surrounded Qin Tian.
"Brat, I see that you're tired of living, to dare to touch the Yang clan's people … …"
"Ah … …"
Before he could finish, another blood-curdling scream could be heard. His body flew out and smashed into another rock. His chest was broken, and he died.
"Kill him!"
The crowd could not even see how Qin Tian did it. In their eyes, Qin Tian did not even move his body. His actions were so fast that their eyes could not follow them. At that moment, all the soldiers activated their charge and rushed forward together.
"Peng, peng, peng … …"
A series of dull sounds could be heard. Every time a sound was heard, a soldier would be sent flying and fall to the ground dead. All of them had their chests broken and their internal organs festered.
"Who is it? Do you know that we are the Northwest King's army? To dare to go against the Northwest King … …"
"Peng … …"
Another sound was heard. Qin Tian struck out and his figure flashed. He returned to his original position with a cold smile on his face. Looking at the last soldier, he said, "I'll only ask once."
The soldier trembled with fear. Both his legs turned soft, and he took small steps back. His mouth trembled as he asked, "You … you … what do you … want to ask?"
"Who is in charge of the Kunlun mountain range's entrance?" Qin Tian asked softly.
"Sky Border city, Northwest King, Yang clan." The soldier shivered and did not dare to look at Qin Tian's eyes. He continued to retreat.
"Northwest King Yang clan?" Qin Tian frowned and muttered in a low voice. In order to open the entrance to Kunlun mountain range, the ancestors of the Qin clan had spent a few generations of blood and sweat. To think that Qin Zhantian actually gave it to the Yang clan. Was his brain filled with sh * t?
Without the control of the Kunlun mountain range, the Qin clan would decline in less than ten years and become a second-rate clan.
"Qin Zhantian ah Qin Zhantian, you are indeed not suited to be the patriarch ah … …"
To think that in a short span of three years, the Qin clan would actually give away the things left behind by the ancestors. Qin Tian felt a chill in his heart for the Qin clan. Thinking about the huge changes in the Qin clan, his expression became anxious.
"I wonder how Meng Lei and Yun Man are doing … …"
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