Kidnapping (3)

The cold light receded, the blood mist gradually dissipated, and the figures of the three bandits turned into a pool of blood on the ground. Looking at Yue Qianchou, who stood with his hands behind his back, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. He was clearly a murderous demon, and the heavy smell of blood left a deep mark on everyone's hearts.

"Fu Qing," Yue Qianchou called out. The person being called out let out an "Ah," his legs trembling as he moved over, his chin shaking as he said, "Young... Young Master."

Yue Qianchou glanced at him, frowned, and shouted, "What are you afraid of? With this kind of attitude, how can you guard the Yue Family's gate? Stand still."

"Yes, yes, Young Master." Fu Qing tried hard to suppress his trembling body.

"Have your men surround this place. Without my permission, no member of the Yue Family is allowed to leave." As he spoke, Yue Qianchou conjured a sword out of thin air and handed it to him, saying, "Take this. If anyone dares to break out, you can kill them with this sword without being punished."

Seeing him holding the sword in a daze, Yue Qianchou shouted again, "If anyone tries to break in, kill them without mercy! If you dare to let anyone escape, I'll take your head. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand," Fu Qing nodded hurriedly. The clan members looked at each other in bewilderment, but none of them dared to raise any objections. The faces of the Clan Leader and his son were ashen.

Yue Qianchou bowed to his seated father and said, "Father, please wait a moment. I'm going to Bajiao Village to bring my younger brother back. The truth will come out soon."

Yue Changgui nodded and said, "Go! Go quickly and come back soon, don't keep the clansmen waiting."

"Yes, Father," Yue Qianchou said respectfully, bowing deeply. His longsword flashed out with a "clang," carrying him away in a streak of light.

Immediately, everyone in the courtyard was dumbfounded. He gracefully rode his sword, a streak of light flashing past, his ethereal figure disappearing into the distance. Today, a group of ordinary mortals had the good fortune to witness this. Someone immediately exclaimed, "Heavens! Brother is a sword immortal..."

"Ah! A sword immortal..." The clan members whispered excitedly. Yue Changgui sat there, trembling slightly with excitement. He had told his son to go and return quickly, but he hadn't expected such an astonishing method. Had he said the wrong thing? Why did he have to tell him to go and return quickly? You know, sword immortals never reveal their true forms to mortals! Alas! My son is no longer an ordinary mortal; I was too presumptuous!

Fu Qing gazed at the sword in his hand, his face filled with joy. He was so fortunate to have received a sword personally bestowed upon him by the Sword Immortal. This was a blessing he had accumulated over eight lifetimes! Holding the sword with both hands, he walked tremblingly to Yue Changgui and respectfully asked, "Master, what should I do?"

Yue Changgui stared at the sword in his hand, then couldn't resist reaching out to take it, examining it closely and stroking it repeatedly, drawing envious glances from the other clansmen. The sword was slightly drawn, emitting a melodious, resonant "dragon's roar," quite pleasing to the ear. Yue Changgui stood up from his chair and with a "whoosh," drew the sword fully. Its blade was a clear blue, like an autumn pool, and in the sunlight, the sharp edge shimmered.

"What a fine sword... truly a fine sword!" The clan members exclaimed in admiration. In truth, they couldn't distinguish between a good and bad sword; they simply assumed it was the work of a sword immortal, and given its beautiful appearance, they naturally concluded it was a fine sword. This sword was personally forged by Yue Qianchou. Utopia possessed many more, as he could currently only control a hundred flying swords; these were his stock. However, compared to worldly swords, this Law Artifact- level flying sword was unparalleled in both craftsmanship and materials.

Yue Changgui returned the sword to its sheath and handed it to Fu Qing, saying, "This sword is no ordinary sword; it is the Young Master's flying sword. Since the Young Master has authorized you, just do as he says. You can command all the servants in the mansion. Go!"

Upon hearing this, the servants around looked at Fu Qing with envy, and some of the unmarried maids looked at Fu Qing with admiration.

"Yes!" Fu Qing withdrew. He never imagined that he, a mere gatekeeper, could have such great power. This thing was no less powerful than the imperial sword! Remembering the Young Master's words, he dared not delay and hurriedly took the sword and mobilized people everywhere, surrounding the group of relatives.

Yue Qianchou still had some recollection of the location of Bajiao Village. After leaving Yue Mansion, in just a few moments, he had already found the bandit stronghold of Bajiao Village in a treacherous mountainous area a hundred miles away. He landed on his sword, which immediately caused a commotion in the bandit stronghold.

Yue Qianchou surveyed the mountain stronghold. Built on a strategic vantage point, it was indeed a well-defended and difficult-to-attack location; no wonder even the government had been unable to capture it for so long. He squinted at the plaque above the main gate, which bore the words "Hall of Righteous Gathering," and inwardly scoffed. It seemed robbers all liked to use this gimmick. At that moment, a group of people emerged from the hall, each carrying gleaming knives and spears. The burly man at the center was undoubtedly the leader of this bandit den. The man froze upon seeing Yue Qianchou.

Yue Qianchou was stunned when he saw him. The burly man was dressed exactly like him, in standard Fu Xian Island attire. Upon closer inspection, he was clearly Level Ten Qi Refining cultivator. The man strode over excitedly, bowed deeply, and said, "Liu Li, greetings, senior! Senior, you've come here... but does the sect want..."

He got so excited at this point that he couldn't continue. The group of henchmen behind him were all dumbfounded.

Yue Qianchou was stunned for a moment, then he understood everything. This guy was also an unlucky fellow expelled from Fu Xian Island. No wonder that Second Boss knew something about the Cultivation World. Judging from this guy's appearance, he probably thought Fu Xian Island was going to recall him. He was really dreaming!

"So it was you who was causing trouble here, it turns out to be a traitor from Fu Xian Island! How dare you wear Fu Xian Island's clothes to commit evil deeds, you really don't want to live!" Yue Qianchou sneered.

The man kowtowed again and said, "Senior, please forgive me. After leaving Fu Xian Island, I really didn't know how to survive, so I had no choice but to gather a group of people and become outlaws here."

Yue Qianchou thought about it and realized it made sense. A disciple who hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment Realm was no match for a martial arts master. Furthermore, most of them had been cut off from the outside world since childhood and knew nothing about survival. Ling Feng and the others, having just been expelled, were also confused about their future. Someone like Guan Yu was even reduced to posing as a Daoist priest in a temple, swindling and cheating. Thinking of this, his anger subsided considerably, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Liu Li! Get up! I didn't come here to reminisce. Where are the children from the Yue Mansion who were kidnapped being held?"

Liu Li quickly stood up and pointed to the stables not far away, saying, "That child is locked up there."

"You didn't do anything to him?" Yue Qianchou glanced at him coldly.

"No, no, not a single hair is missing." Liu Li wasn't stupid; he could tell at this moment that the child was somewhat related to the people from Fu Xian Island. He cursed the ancestors of the tray seller to the eighteenth generation in his mind, unaware that he was also cursing Yue Qianchou's ancestors.

Yue Qianchou slowly walked into the stable, a surge of anger burning in his chest. A child, about eight or nine years old, whose features were vaguely discernible, glared angrily at the newcomer. His clothes were covered in hay and horse manure, he was tightly bound, a dirty rag stuffed in his mouth, and his cheeks were swollen, each bearing a clear handprint—obviously from being slapped. This was his own younger brother Yue Wuchou?

"Heh heh! So this is what you meant by not losing a single hair." Yue Qianchou sneered, glancing at Liu Li. He had originally intended to recruit him, but now he had sentenced him to death on the spot. The latter was terrified, sweating profusely, and stammering, unsure of what to say.

Yue Qianchou walked to the child's side and pulled the rag out of his mouth, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Unexpectedly, as soon as the child let go, he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and cursed loudly, "You villains, if you have the guts, kill me, otherwise I will raze your den of thieves to the ground one day."

Yue Qianchou was stunned when he was sprayed in the face. He then wiped his face with a wry smile. This brat spoke without any rhyme or reason. If he really was a bandit, seeing him like this, he would probably have to eliminate him completely to prevent future trouble. He immediately flicked Yue Qianchou's forehead with his finger and said with a laugh, "You brat, what are you spitting on? I am Yue Qianchou."

"You bastard, how dare you flick my forehead? Your name is Yue Qianchou? Okay, I'll remember you. Uh... your name is Yue Qianchou? How come it's the same as my older brother's name?" The child's scraggly face was tilted to one side.

"Nonsense, I am your older brother. Father sent me to save you," Yue Qianchou said irritably.

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