Watching How Many Heads He Had, Daring to Be So Bold!

After breaking through to Seventh Rank Lesser Training.

Jiang Bei immediately tested his strength in the quiet chamber.

He threw a punch forward!

"Boom!!"

The punch landed like a bolt of heavenly lightning, erupting with a tremendous blast.

The air before him was compressed until it exploded!

"Terrifying!"

"So this is Seventh Rank Lesser Training?!"

Jiang Bei let out an astonished exclamation.

Compared to before, how was he only a little stronger now?

If he faced Xie Kaiyue again now, even without using the Blood Wolf Saber Technique, relying purely on strength, he was confident he could easily blow his opponent apart with a single punch!

This was the Qi-Blood Realm. This was Seventh Rank Lesser Training!

"But... it's still not enough!"

The urgency in Jiang Bei's heart did not ease.

Qin Yang was extremely powerful. Even after breaking through to Seventh Rank Lesser Training, it would still be difficult for him to contend with him.

He needed to grow stronger!

With that thought, Jiang Bei willed it and upgraded the Mysterious Iron Dragon Scale Body he had just obtained.

"Crack, crack!!"

At once, a series of crisp sounds came from the bones throughout his body, while his muscles abruptly swelled by an entire size.

After the upgrade.

He had exactly 60 Merit Points left, enough for one more upgrade.

To raise the Mysterious Iron Dragon Scale Body completely to the first level!

Jiang Bei did not hesitate and upgraded it once more.

Heat surged through his entire body again. As his bones trembled, his muscles swelled by another size.

"Whew!"

Jiang Bei exhaled a breath of turbid air and lowered his head to look at his limbs.

He discovered that they were now wrapped in a layer of gold!

He picked up the Mystic Cloud Saber beside him and slashed down.

"Clang!"

The saber struck.

Yet it produced the ringing sound of metal striking metal!

One had to know that the Mystic Cloud Saber in his hand could cut through iron like mud!

"Terrifying! What kind of physical defense is this?"

Jiang Bei marveled endlessly.

More importantly, while his defense had increased, he could also feel that the power of his body had grown considerably stronger.

From this day on, he was truly a well-rounded monster!

Early the next morning.

Xu Qi and the others departed for Yellow Wind Ridge.

Jiang Bei saw them off at the entrance to the military camp.

"Jiang Bei, I'll leave the Ren-Rank Camp to you. If any emergency arises, you'll need to handle it. We'll be back soon."

Xu Qi said.

"Rest assured, Battalion Commander. Leave the Ren-Rank Camp to me. You all be careful."

Jiang Bei clasped his fists.

"Mm."

Xu Qi nodded, then mounted his horse and led the group away.

Jiang Bei watched them disappear into the distance before turning and entering the camp. Looking up, the Ren-Rank Camp, once packed to the brim, had suddenly become utterly empty.

For a moment, he found himself somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Remaining within the military camp.

Jiang Bei did not sit idle either. He found a spot and diligently familiarized himself with the power of his current Seventh Rank Lesser Training.

At the same time, he studied various moves, striving to bring the power of his blade technique, movement technique, and body-protection technique to their absolute limits.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

Over those two days, Xu Qi and the other two Battalion Commanders each sent back a letter.

Xu Qi and the others had just arrived at Yellow Wind Ridge, while the other two Battalion Commanders stationed in Iron Phoenix City and Tiger Leap Valley reported that the situation was far from optimistic and that they could not return for the time being.

Aside from that, news had also arrived from the Eight Desolations Mountain Range. It was said that the battle had already reached its most intense stage. Lord Jiang Qingfeng had thrown himself wholeheartedly into the war, fighting the Barbarians to the death.

As for how it would end, no one could say yet.

That very morning, a man on horseback hurried back into Ren-Rank Camp.

"Quick! Which Battalion Commander is currently in the camp? Take me to him at once!"

Arriving at the camp entrance, the man shouted at the two guards.

"The Battalion Commanders have all gone out to carry out missions."

One of the guards replied.

"What? Not a single Battalion Commander was left behind in camp? How could this be?"

The man's expression changed drastically.

"Lord Jiang Bei is currently in charge of the camp."

"Jiang Bei? Who is that?"

"He is the Squad Leader of Third Battalion."

"They left a Squad Leader to guard the camp? Have the Battalion Commanders gone senile?!"

The man could hardly believe it. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Lord Jiang is an Eighth Rank Great Training cultivator. Why wouldn't he be able to guard the camp?"

The guard retorted.

"Eighth Rank Great Training?"

Only then did the man's expression ease. He hurriedly asked, "Where is he? Take me to him quickly!"

At that moment, Jiang Bei was practicing his blade technique on the training grounds.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind him.

"Lord Jiang! Someone has come to report an urgent matter!"

Hearing this, Jiang Bei sheathed his blade, turned around, and walked over. "What is it?"

Seeing him, the man hurriedly said, "Lord... Lord Jiang, please hurry to Pingyang Prefectural City! Two of our squads went there to investigate, but after entering the city, everyone else disappeared. There's something very strange about that city!"

"Pingyang Prefectural City?"

Jiang Bei's expression shifted. "Did you go there to investigate Five Sect Mountain?"

"That's right! We first went to Pingyang Prefectural City beside Five Sect Mountain, intending to seek out the prefect and learn about the situation. But before we even saw anyone, they all disappeared. If I hadn't happened to leave the group for a moment, I'm afraid I would have suffered the same fate!"

The man spoke in a panic.

"Such a thing happened?"

Jiang Bei frowned. The Squad Leaders of two squads were at least Eighth Rank Minor Training cultivators, yet they had vanished without a trace?

It seemed the situation at Five Sect Mountain ran far deeper than expected!

"What is your name?"

Jiang Bei asked.

"This subordinate is Liu Shan of First Battalion."

The man hurriedly cupped his fists.

"Come. Gather some men and follow me to Pingyang Prefectural City at once. I want to see exactly what is going on in Pingyang Prefectural City!"

Jiang Bei shouted gravely.

He had remained in Ren-Rank Camp precisely to ensure there would be someone to take charge in case of an emergency.

If anything happened, it was his responsibility to deal with it.

Now that something had happened in Pingyang Prefectural City, he naturally had to go and investigate!

"Yes!"

Liu Shan hurriedly cupped his fists.

Fifteen minutes later.

Jiang Bei led a dozen men out of Ren-Rank Camp, heading straight for Pingyang Prefectural City!

Pingyang Prefectural City was not far from Ren-Rank Camp.

They could reach it in three or four hours.

By the time they neared Pingyang Prefectural City, it was already afternoon.

"Lord Jiang, Pingyang Prefectural City is another hundred li ahead."

On the official road, Liu Shan pointed ahead as he explained.

"Mm."

Jiang Bei nodded and urged his horse onward at full speed.

At that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted as he noticed a convoy approaching from ahead.

The carriages in the convoy were exceedingly luxurious, and most of the people accompanying them were dressed in fine clothing.

It was clearly a merchant caravan.

Jiang Bei led his men past them, having no intention of paying them any mind.

But as they passed by the carriage, his expression abruptly shifted.

"Stop!"

He suddenly shouted and reined in his horse.

"My lord, is something the matter?"

At the front of the convoy, a pot-bellied fat man turned around, cupped his hands, and asked with a flattering smile.

"What are you transporting in these carriages?"

Jiang Bei asked coldly.

"A shipment of silk, to be transported south."

The fat man answered politely.

"Silk?"

Jiang Bei narrowed his eyes. "Open it."

"My lord, this... once the silk is opened, the buyer may refuse to accept it. Please don't make things difficult for this humble one."

The fat man wore a troubled expression.

Jiang Bei merely waved his hand.

At once, Liu Shan and two soldiers forcibly opened the carriage.

"Hey! My lord, you can't do this!"

The fat man panicked and hurried forward.

Once the carriage was opened—

Sure enough, it was filled with piles of silk, bundle after bundle, neatly arranged.

"My lord, see? I didn't lie to you, did I? It really is silk!"

The fat man said.

Liu Shan and the others also looked surprised as they turned to Jiang Bei.

"Is there silk bundled in such large rolls?"

Jiang Bei asked mildly.

"Of course. It depends entirely on the buyer's requirements."

The fat man hurriedly explained.

"Is that so..."

Jiang Bei stepped forward, reached out, and picked up a bundle of silk. His gaze sharpened as he prepared to tear it open.

"My lord, don't!"

The fat man's face changed drastically as he rushed over, only to be stopped by Liu Shan and the others.

Riiip!

With a crisp tearing sound—

Jiang Bei violently ripped apart the silk wrapping.

But what lay inside was not any exquisite silk.

It was clearly... a living human body!

It was a man, already unconscious. They had used some special method to wrap him neatly within the silk packaging, so that nothing about it looked out of place from the outside!

Jiang Bei's gaze turned icy at once.

He knew it—his instincts had not been wrong!

Just now, he had caught a faint scent of blood coming from the carriage!

"Take them down!"

Jiang Bei roared.

Liu Shan and the others immediately sprang into action. Fatty and his men tried to flee, but how could they possibly be a match for Liu Shan's group?

They were all subdued and pinned to the ground.

Jiang Bei then tore open all the silk. Inside were people, one after another, all unconscious.

"Squad Leader... Squad Leader!"

Among them, Liu Shan spotted the Squad Leader of their squad. He rushed over at once, his eyes turning red.

"The Squad Leader of the Third Squad is here too! But none of the others are here!"

Liu Shan hurriedly said.

Jiang Bei's expression tightened slightly. He looked at Fatty. "Hand over the antidote."

"An... antidote? What antidote?"

Fatty looked utterly bewildered.

Splat!

Without hesitation, Jiang Bei chopped off one of his arms.

"AAAAHHH!!"

Fatty immediately let out a miserable scream before stammering, "It... it's in my pocket."

Jiang Bei reached into Fatty's pocket and pulled out a porcelain bottle. He poured out several pills and first stuffed one into Fatty's mouth.

After waiting a moment and seeing that Fatty was fine, he then gave the pills to Liu Shan's Squad Leader and the others.

Jiang Bei then looked at Fatty again. "Where were you taking them?"

"To... to Five Factions Mountain..."

Fatty did not dare refuse to answer, his voice trembling.

"Five Factions Mountain?"

At those words, Liu Shan and the other soldiers' faces changed drastically. They exchanged glances.

Jiang Bei's eyes turned cold again. He continued, "Where did you seize these people from? No, you don't have that kind of ability. Who is behind you?"

"This..."

Fatty hemmed and hawed for a long while, his gaze darting away.

He seemed too afraid to utter that name.

Seeing this, Jiang Bei swung his blade again.

Splat!!

"AAAAHHH!!"

This strike severed half of Fatty's thigh, sending blood spraying everywhere.

The pain nearly tore his soul apart.

"For every breath you stay silent, I'll cut off another half. Let's see how many strikes you can take."

Jiang Bei said coldly.

"It... it was the Prefectural Office. The Prefect ordered me to do it!"

Enduring the excruciating pain, Fatty said with a deathly pale face.

"The Prefect of Pingyang Prefecture?!"

Liu Shan and the others' faces changed yet again, their eyes filling with profound horror.

They had never imagined that it was the Prefect who had captured their Squad Leaders!

And sent them to Five Factions Mountain!

"What a prefect!"

Jiang Bei shouted coldly, then mounted his horse. "Move! Follow me and storm the Prefectural Office! I want to see how many heads that prefect has, to dare act so brazenly!"