Repay Enmity with Enmity

One by one, the disheveled disciples of the Six Sects were escorted into the military camp by ghost soldiers and generals. They staggered as they walked, their bodies covered in bruises, their faces listless. There were nearly four hundred of them. The disciples who had come to pay their respects looked at their captured seniors with varying expressions, neither able to discern schadenfreude nor pity. They watched helplessly as their seniors were locked in several large tents, their fates unknown.

Yue Qianchou's gaze swept through the crowd, finding his old enemy, before quickly withdrawing it. The smile on his lips vanished, and he turned to the crowd, shaking his head and sighing, "Alas! If only I had known this would happen! I'll go beg the Great General to see if he can spare them."

As he spoke, he staggered toward the central command tent, and surprisingly, not a single ghost soldier or general stopped him. In truth, none of the disciples from the Six Sects standing there wanted him to plead for them, but they could only keep these thoughts to themselves and no one would say them aloud.

As soon as Meng Yan saw Yue Qianchou enter, he chuckled and said, "Everyone's Dantian has been sealed, so they have no power to fight back. If you have something to do, please go ahead and do your own thing. No one will disturb you." Yue Qianchou chuckled, bowed in thanks, turned around and walked out to a large tent where disciples from the Six Sects were imprisoned. He looked around and, sure enough, did not see a single one of Meng Yan's subordinates.

The imprisoned people weakly raised their heads and were all surprised to see the newcomer. Some of them had even met Yue Qianchou on the mountaintop. How could a disciple of Fu Xian Island come and go as he pleased? Yue Qianchou was too lazy to talk, nor was there any need to. After contacting Bai Suzhen in Utopia, he immediately made a series of moves, and those he touched disappeared one by one.

He clapped his hands, glanced at the empty tent, and expressionlessly moved on to the next tent, performing the same action. Finally, he entered the tent where Yan Shu. Under the latter's terrified gaze, he cleared away everyone around him, stood face to face with him, rolled up his sleeves, and said with a smile, "Uncle Yan, I've finally met you. I've been looking forward to this day for so long. Ah! I can finally put my mind at ease."

Yan Shu was Yan Shu and staggered backward, saying, "Yue Qianchou, what are you doing?"

With a "smack," Yue Qianchou walked over and swung his arm, slapping him hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. He then jumped up and stomped on him, cursing as he did so. "Damn it, do you think you can just call my name like that?"

Yan Shu. His Dantian was now locked, and his body was only slightly better than an ordinary person's. How could he withstand Yue Qianchou chasing after him, punching and kicking him? Blood kept flowing from his nose and mouth. After beating him for a while, Yue Qianchou straightened up and took a deep breath, saying, "It feels so good to beat up my enemy. Damn, I haven't felt this good in a long time."

He broadened his chest, clenched his fists, loosened his muscles, and rolled up his sleeves again, this time very high, to prevent them from falling down again. He walked over and grabbed Yan Shu, who was hiding under the long table, slapped him first, and then laughed, "Now you know what I'm going to do? With our good relationship, what do you think I'm going to do? Of course, I'm going to do you."

Yan Shu, whose face was covered in blood and whose body was already deformed from being beaten, said Yan Shu, "Yue Qianchou, how dare you treat me like this? My father will not let you get away with this."

"Heh heh! What a damn talent." Yue Qianchou sneered, "You idiot, who's going to let who off the hook! You're already seventy or eighty years old, and you're still bringing up your old geezer father to scare people. You should think about what your last words are that you want me to pass on to your father!"

With a "smack," Yan Shu's nose was smashed flat, blood splattering everywhere. Yue Qianchou's already bloodstained hands were now even more covered in blood.

"Quickly, call me 'Dad,' and maybe I'll let you go in a good mood," Yue Qianchou shouted, grabbing his blood-stained clothes. Then he slapped him twice, yelling, "You bastard, stop pretending to be dead, call me 'Dad'!"

"Hah... hah..." Yan Shu Yan Shu could no longer breathe through his nose, could only breathe through his mouth. He had lost all his teeth. He desperately raised his head, which was drooping to one side, and suddenly, with a "pfft," he spat a mouthful of blood directly onto Yue Qianchou's face.

"You're asking for death!" Yue Qianchou roared, and with a cry of pain, he grabbed Yan Shu and punched him Yan Shu in the head, making him spin around. The latter's head made a crisp sound and slumped down his back, completely lifeless.

Enraged, Yue Qianchou didn't realize the man was already dead. Still unwilling to accept defeat, he pressed him to the ground and repeatedly punched him, smashing his head to pieces before finally standing up. He raised his arm to wipe the blood from his face, his sleeve instantly soaked in red. His bloodied face was somewhat ferocious as he looked at the corpse on the ground and muttered, "It seems Chen Feng said that human skin is a good material for making high-quality spirit talismans. We can't waste it."

With a flick of his foot, the corpse vanished without a trace, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground. He didn't see his own appearance; he simply rolled down his sleeves, dusted himself off, and nonchalantly left the main tent, strolling towards the central command tent. Upon entering, he found Meng Yan and Yu Ji staring blankly at him.

He finally realized what had happened. He had been so engrossed in the thrill of killing his enemy that he hadn't paid any attention to the blood on his body. Yue Qianchou chuckled awkwardly, "It was really an accident."

Did he get it by accident? How could he get it all over his body by accident? What did this guy do to those people? Meng Yan and Yu Ji exchanged glances. After the former called someone to take him to bathe, the couple went to the three large tents together. All of them were empty except for one tent, which was covered in bloodstains.

Where are they? They summoned the Ghost Soldier outside to inquire, but they all said they hadn't seen any prisoners come out, only heard screams coming from inside. The two men exchanged bewildered glances. They knew some cultivators in the world practiced Devil Cultivation Method Evil Method, but to have nearly four hundred people reduced to nothing in such a short time was simply too terrifying. The thought sent chills down their spines; this kid was a bit sinister.

After taking a bath, Yue Qianchou felt refreshed and invigorated, especially after defeating Yan Shu. He took a set of clothes from his Storage Bag, put them on, and returned to the central command tent. He stepped forward and bowed to the couple sitting behind the main table, saying, "Thank you, Great General and Madam, for allowing me to vent my anger."

"Sir, you needn't be so polite." Meng Yan gestured for him to sit down and said with a smile, "It's fate that I met you on my patrol today. It's a pity... alas! It's getting light, and it's not convenient for me to keep you any longer."

Yue Qianchou knew that no matter how powerful Meng Yan and his men were, they wouldn't dare to wander around in broad daylight. This was a restriction imposed by the Principle of heaven and earth; otherwise, they would surely be annihilated. He nodded and asked, "Is the general preparing to break camp?"

"Hmm!" Meng Yan pointed south and said, "More than a thousand miles to the south, there is a canyon called 'Yin Feng Valley,' which is my main base. Sir, you may wish to come and visit when you have time."

"Great General Xie, since that's the case, I'll take my leave now. I'll definitely pay you a visit another day," Yue Qianchou said, standing up. Now was not the time for pleasantries; lingering any longer would only cause them trouble. The laws of heaven and earth are merciless!

"Please!" Meng Yan, raising his hand. Then, together with Yu Ji, they escorted him out. Below the command platform, Yue Qianchou turned back to thank the two again, and then led the disciples of the Six Sects out of the military camp quickly.

"Break camp!" At the command, the entire military camp sprang into action instantly. Before long, preparations were complete, and a vast army of ghosts vanished from the sight of the Six Sects' disciples. The captured disciples from various sects were nowhere to be seen either.

Yue Qianchou turned to face the crowd and said with a wry smile, "Those seniors failed to appear within half an hour, which angered the Ghost General. I talked myself hoarse, but it was no use. In the end, they all... sigh!"

Everyone was already extremely grateful to him for surviving the ordeal, and they didn't care much for the senior figures from various sects, so they all offered kind words of comfort and advised him not to blame himself...

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