"If it's meant to be, it'll happen. If it's not meant to be, don't force it."
Ning Qi sighed softly. He found a travel pass from the youth's body and looked at it. The youth's name was Nangong Lingfeng, and he was a member of the Nangong Clan of the Dancing Sun County.
If his cultivation wasn't suppressed by this place, Ning Qi would be able to save the youth's injuries with just a thought. Unfortunately, Ning Qi was no different from an ordinary person now, except for his greater strength and thicker skin.
After taking the travel pass, Ning Qi continued walking. As for whether someone would find Nangong Lingfeng's corpse and cause his travel pass to be seen through, he wasn't worried at all. Or rather, he didn't care. It was just a temporary measure, and he didn't really want to impersonate Nangong Lingfeng.
He didn't go very far, about three hundred meters away, when suddenly an arrow sped toward Ning Qi. Ning Qi casually caught it and threw it backward. In the peach forest by the side of the road, a person holding a bow and arrow fell to the ground with a look of unwillingness in his eyes, dead.
His head had been pierced through by an arrow. Even a deity wouldn't be able to save him. Noiselessly, a few more figures jumped out from the peach forest and attacked Ning Qi. Some of them were wielding large blades, some were wielding large axes, and some were wielding long swords. Their expressions were very serious, and their attacks were very coordinated. They sealed off all of Ning Qi's escape routes, but at the same time, they didn't let go.
At the same time, they didn't make any noise.
In Ning Qi's eyes, this group of people didn't seem like bandits at all. Instead, they seemed more like assassins.
Ning Qi stood where he was. When these attacks were about to land on him, he moved slightly and dodged. Before those people could react, he gave each of them a palm strike on their foreheads.
"You …"
Those people looked at Ning Qi in disbelief. Then, they fell to the ground and died. From the outside, there didn't seem to be any changes to their heads. However, not long after, pinkish-white brain matter flowed out of their nostrils. The color matched the falling peach blossoms.
Ning Qi's gaze swept across the area. The other party's spies had all been eliminated. There was one long-range attacker and four close-range attackers. It seemed like the Heng Mountain Bandits didn't have an advantage in numbers. From the speed of these people's attacks, their strength and speed were at least twice as strong as an ordinary person!
In view of the uniqueness of this place, being twice as strong could already be considered extremely powerful in this place! After walking for a short distance, Ning Qi stood in the shadow of a peach forest and looked into the distance. There, there were more than ten people dressed in different clothes, but their auras were very fierce. They were holding various weapons and surrounding dozens of young masters and young ladies. In the surroundings, there was also a large group of undead.
Looking at the corpses, from the way they were dressed, they should be manservants or maids.
"You should know that we, the Heng Mountain Bandits, never leave anyone alive. However, we, the Heng Mountain Bandits, also keep our word. I've received news that the Yin Soul Record is with one of you. As long as you hand it over, I'll let you go today!"
The person who had spoken wore a black robe. His hair was snow-white, and his face was handsome. However, it was ruined by his current gloominess. He stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. There was no weapon in his hand, and he was extremely conspicuous. From the way the bandits looked at him, it was obvious that he was the boss of the Heng Mountain Bandits.
The group of young masters and young mistresses in front of him seemed to be scared out of their wits as they stared at each other blankly. A few of them even had a puddle of yellow liquid beneath their feet, emitting a foul smell.
"What? You're not willing to hand it over? "
The boss of the Heng Mountain Bandits smiled slightly and gestured to his subordinates beside him. They immediately acted and grabbed a young master with an extremely pale face.
The young master let out a scream and struggled, "Don't kill me! I'm a disciple of the capital's Lin Mansion! My father is Lin Fengxian, the general who guards the city!! "
"Boss, he said that his father is Lin Fengxian."
One of the Heng Mountain Bandits smiled, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.
"Kill him."
The boss of the Heng Mountain Bandits smiled slightly.
The young master let out a scream of despair. In an instant, his head was chopped off and fell to the ground. The young masters and young mistresses who were watching were terrified. Many young mistresses even cried out.
Ning Qi stood in the peach forest and watched this scene calmly. However, he was a little curious about the Yin Soul Record that the man in the black robe had mentioned.
From the name, it seemed to be some kind of cultivation technique?
Could it be that there were really cultivators here? In a situation where there was no Immortal Qi, how could one cultivate? At this moment, an even more shocking scene appeared. The boss of the Heng Mountain Bandits took a light breath, and the corpse of the young master who had just died suddenly emitted a gust of black gas and was sucked in by him. However, the others didn't seem to see this scene at all. Their expressions didn't change much.
Only Ning Qi clearly saw that the moment the black gas was sucked in, he revealed an appearance similar to that of the young master. His expression was extremely horrified.
After the boss of the Heng Mountain Bandits absorbed the black gas, his aura seemed to have become even more condensed. It seemed that the black gas could enhance his physical strength!
"Absorbing souls to temper his body?"
Ning Qi's expression became even more strange.
"Are you still not willing to hand over the Yin Soul Record?"
The boss of the Heng Mountain Bandits smiled and glanced at the crowd.
"We're just ordinary people and don't know anything about the Yin Soul Record. Did you receive the wrong information and kill the wrong person?"
One of the young masters mustered up his courage and said. "Our source of information can't be wrong. The Dark Spirit Sect, which hasn't appeared in the world for a hundred years, has now accepted an outer disciple in the capital of each country. Hehe, something big is going to happen. In order to protect ourselves, we have no choice but to offend you. You only have two choices.
Either you die, or you hand over the Yin Soul Record. It's said that the Dark Spirit Sect gives out the Yin Soul Record at will. As long as you have the Yin Soul Record, you can become an outer disciple. How can I miss such an opportunity? "
The boss of the Heng Mountain Bandits said with a smile, "No matter who gets the Yin Soul Record, don't think about using any tricks. It's impossible to cultivate in such a short amount of time. So, do you choose to die or live?" The crowd looked at each other. Most of them didn't know what the Dark Spirit Sect was, nor did they know what the Yin Soul Record was. Moreover, it was the first time they knew that the Heng Mountain Bandits were so powerful that they killed all their guards. Especially this commander, who couldn't even be injured by swords and sabers.
He was as terrifying as a ghost.
"It's about time. They should be here soon. Since you're not willing to hand over the Yin Soul Record, you can all die."
The boss of the Heng Mountain Bandits seemed to have lost his patience and said indifferently. Seeing this, his subordinates raised their weapons and walked toward the crowd.
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