Chapter 7

After watching the white-clad man turn into a white rainbow and disappear, the fat man's eyes moved slightly, and he did not speak, only staring at Chen Jiu.

Without any explanation, Chen Jiu looked at the two of them and said, "From now on, you two must do exactly as I say, or we will all be finished."

After saying this, Chen Jiu placed the mud-wrapped roasted chicken into the charcoal fire. Chen Zhong did not say much. From the martial prowess displayed by the white-clad man earlier, it was clear that these ordinary people could not stand against him. Chen Jiu must have some secret that others did not know.

The three of them were silent for a while. After a moment, Chen Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was constantly thinking about something.

The food was cooked, but no one had an appetite. They ate a few bites hastily and then fell asleep quietly.

The sun rose and set, the golden crow chased the jade rabbit, and the moon rose and set again. A clear bird call woke the three of them up.

The fat man slowly opened his eyes. Chen Qi had already prepared breakfast, some wild fruits he had picked from somewhere.

After eating a few silently, Chen Jiu suddenly stood up and clapped his hands, "Let's go."

The fat man nodded and stood up, while Chen Zhong quietly extinguished the fire.

"Hey, why are you going back the way we came?"

The fat man looked at Chen Jiu, who was retracing their steps, and couldn't help but ask loudly, thinking Chen Jiu might be confused and was reminding him.

Chen Jiu gave the fat man a half-smile, then looked around and lowered his voice, "If we go any further out, we will only find a dead end."

After saying this, Chen Jiu slowly headed up the mountain, looking like a wealthy young master on a leisurely outing.

Chen Jiu was right. Going down the mountain would lead to a dead end. Their speed was definitely not as fast as that man's. He would catch up to them before they could leave the Qinglong Fort area.

It was suspicious to see people on the mountain road during the New Year, especially around the fort. Going down the mountain would make them look guilty.

If they went up the mountain now, claiming they wanted to teach these bandits a lesson, and pretending to be ignorant wealthy young masters, they might be able to deceive the white-clad man.

Thinking about the sword that had sliced through the boulder, Chen Jiu felt a chill.

Qinglong Fort, which was no longer as peaceful as it used to be, had lost its festive atmosphere. A killing god had arrived.

Gently wiping his soft sword, the white-clad man casually threw the silk scarf aside. There were already over a hundred corpses around him.

"Still not going to tell me where the goods are?" The white-clad man's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

The second-in-command looked at the white-clad man's indifferent eyes and felt a chill. He didn't know how the fort had offended this killing god, who had come without a word and started killing, even demanding some goods for no apparent reason.

Since the fort was established, the number of goods they had plundered was countless. Who knew which one he was talking about?

Snowflakes began to fall, and a splash of blood followed. Hot blood spurted out, and a bandit fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, not even knowing how he had died.

A single sword strike to the throat, merciless, the blade so thin it could be compared to a piece of ordinary paper.

The third-in-command seemed to remember something and his eyes widened instantly, "Second Brother, I know."

The white-clad man's gaze turned to him, "Since you know, tell me."

Looking at the second-in-command, the third-in-command's voice trembled slightly, "We were betrayed by the leader. The goods we divided yesterday..."

The leader's eyes widened, "You mean..."

"Yes, yes, no wonder the leader refused to divide the goods. He must have known this killing god was coming, so he didn't try to break through but had already fled," the leader said angrily, hitting his arm.

"Quick, gather everyone to collect the goods," the second-in-command said urgently to the third-in-command.

The white-clad man's eyes flashed, "You divided the goods?"

His voice was cold, colder than the howling north wind.

The second-in-command nodded timidly.

The white-clad man did not speak but gently blew the blood off his sword, sheathed it, and closed his eyes, motionless.

Spurred by the threat of death, the efficiency of the people was a hundred, a thousand times higher than usual. Soon, a pile of goods as high as a small mountain was placed in front of the white-clad man.

The second-in-command whispered, "The goods have been gathered."

The white-clad man opened his eyes, looked at the pile of goods, kicked it a few times to scatter it, and after a quick glance, said, "Is this all?"

The second-in-command and the third-in-command broke out in a sweat, "Is there anyone else hiding goods?"

Everyone shook their heads, and the second-in-command turned and said, "That's all of it."

The white-clad man's eyes glinted coldly, "Since the treasures are all here, you can die now."

A white light flashed, and blood splashed, melting the snow on the ground.

"We have returned the treasures to you, why..."

The white-clad man looked at the second-in-command with a mocking smile, "You vicious bandits, the treasures you touched are now tainted with filth. Without your blood to cleanse this filth, how can you atone for your sins?"

After saying this, his long sword disappeared and reappeared in his right hand, and a bloodline appeared on the second-in-command's neck.

The white-clad man walked leisurely around the second-in-command towards the surrounding bandits, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake.

Although the man's speed was not fast, no one could escape.

Unfortunately, despite the white-clad man's prowess, many vicious bandits still managed to escape. After all, it's not easy to kill thousands of people.

Looking at the ground covered in corpses, the white-clad man sighed lightly, "Unfortunately, many bandits have escaped and will continue to cause trouble. It's a pity that I couldn't completely eliminate the evil."

Looking at Qinglong Fort, the white-clad man smiled lightly, "It has grown a bit, and in a few years, Qinglong Fort might become a powerful force. Unfortunately, it should not have offended our Daoist sect."

After saying this, the white-clad man did not bother to search the bandits' houses but directly cast a spell, and his sword trembled slightly, "Fire."

The entire fort was set ablaze, and the vicious bandits who had caused trouble were erased from history.

Chen Jiu and the fat man were arguing about whether being fat or thin was better. To be honest, Chen Jiu despised the fat man's excess weight, and the fat man despised Chen Jiu's thinness, which he compared to a chicken bone.

While they were arguing, a white figure appeared in the distance. Chen Jiu's eyes lit up, and he hurried over, "Hey, you actually survived Qinglong Fort, that's impressive. But don't worry, I'm here to destroy Qinglong Fort, and it will soon be history."

The white-clad man avoided Chen Jiu's hand and smiled faintly, with a hint of sarcasm, "You don't know your own limits."

After saying this, a burst of energy pushed Chen Jiu away, and the white-clad man walked down the mountain calmly.

The fat man looked at the departing white-clad man with a serious expression, "He has a killing aura."

Chen Zhong's eyes flashed, "There's a strong scent of blood. It must have taken the deaths of over a thousand people to create such a murderous aura."

Chen Jiu's fingers trembled slightly, then he laughed, "Don't be afraid, we will completely eliminate Qinglong Fort today. Follow me up the mountain."

After saying this, the three of them continued up the mountain.

Looking at the burning fort, Chen Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, "What's going on? There's not a single bandit in the fort. Let's go in and check."

The three of them walked in like inexperienced youths.

Seeing the ground covered in corpses, Chen Jiu's body went limp, and a scream echoed in the distance, "So terrifying, let's go home, I never want to come back."

After saying this, he scrambled down the mountain, with Chen Zhong and the fat man following closely behind, their faces serious.

After the three of them left, a white figure appeared nearby, looking at their backs with disdain, and shook his head, "A waste of time to suspect and doubt such a useless person. I overthought it."

After saying this, the white-clad man left completely.

After the white-clad man left, Chen Jiu let out a slight sigh of relief. Although he had not yet cultivated any combat power, his sensitivity to the flow of energy was extraordinary. The white-clad man had been following them, and although Chen Zhong and the fat man had not noticed, Chen Jiu was fully aware.