The Bell Rings, Gathering Bandits for a Mass Slaughter

At the summit of Bishui Peak,

there was a plaza the size of a football field, with a bronze bell over twenty feet tall hanging in its center.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...!

Ning Chuan struck the bell directly with his fists, leaving Xiao Lian so shocked her jaw dropped!

After nine punches, the three-inch-thick bronze bell was smashed out of shape, its body left with nine dents over an inch deep.

The nine bell tolls boomed out from the mountaintop like exploding heavenly thunder, spreading across every corner of the island!

What a monstrous body. Is Ning Chuan really human?!

Could he be a Demonic Beast?

A trace of doubt could not help rising in Xiao Lian's heart. Were Ning Chuan and she really even the same species?

Wherever the bell rang, birds took startled flight and bandits scattered in chaos.

"Quick!"

"Quick!"

"Nine bell tolls—everyone must report in! Whoever dares disobey had better be ready to face the consequences!"

This was Bishui Dock's rule.

Nine bell tolls represented Bishui Dock's highest emergency signal.

Even if someone was halfway through taking a dump, they had to pinch it off immediately, pull up their pants, and rush over!

Anyone who ran too slowly would certainly be punished.

Anyone who ignored the summons and dared to be absent would suffer the punishment of three blades and six holes.

The bandits below the mountain each displayed their own tricks, scrambling to race madly toward the summit, utterly unaware that a hell of slaughter awaited them.

In the plaza, Ning Chuan sat upright atop the high platform, checking the system and making preparations before battle.

Host: Ning Chuan

Realm: Body Tempering Realm, 117th Layer

Age: 16/1188

Physique: 1172 (Spirit Devouring Body)

Cultivation Techniques: Iron Shirt (Fifth Layer, peak Jade Marrow Realm), Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training (Peak), Meteor Chasing the Moon (Ninth Layer), Great Strength Vajra Palm, Big Dipper Seven Stars Step.

Attribute Points: 42

Remaining Sign-In Attempts: 2 (Sign In available)

Xiao Lian carried over a huge pile of stones, a simple broadsword held in her slender jade hand.

The blade gleamed and danced, and stones large enough to encircle with both arms were chopped into pebbles the size of quail eggs.

Several dozen breaths later, a great pile of small stones had appeared before Ning Chuan.

"Thank you for your hard work, Madam. That should be about enough!"

Xiao Lian rolled her eyes and came over to sit beside Ning Chuan.

She had already grown used to Ning Chuan always calling her Madam.

Not only did she not object, she even felt secretly delighted.

Women really needed to be trained. Train them enough, and they would naturally become obedient!

Sitting beside Ning Chuan, Xiao Lian felt both thrilled and expectant.

Bishui Dock's First Boss had been captured, but he had ten Seventh Rank Great Martial Masters under him, not to mention countless other martial artists.

And that was without mentioning the three thousand elite men. What if they all charged up together?

At that thought, she felt a little nervous.

But she already trusted Ning Chuan without reservation, and wanted to see just how he would kill so many bandits.

Just as Xiao Lian's thoughts ran wild,

"They're here!"

Ning Chuan spoke softly, grabbing a handful of stones in each hand.

Xiao Lian looked toward the far end of the plaza.

At the gap where the path from below entered the plaza, eight figures shot up from the foot of the mountain and landed in the square.

The instant the eight men landed, they pushed their movement techniques to the limit again, soaring several yards into the air and shooting toward the high platform like lightning.

"The eight bosses are all Seventh Rank Great Martial Masters!"

Xiao Lian opened her mouth to warn Ning Chuan.

Before her words had even faded, blood burst from the backs of the eight bosses who had just leaped into the air.

The eight figures fell stiffly from the sky like kites with snapped strings, crashing onto the ground.

Ning Chuan fired eight hidden weapons in one strike with Meteor Chasing Moon, instantly killing all eight and turning them into Attribute Points.

"Swift as a meteor chasing the moon; once seen, life is lost and soul is severed—such is Meteor Chasing Moon!"

This time, he had aimed for their hearts. Blowing off heads was too bloody, and he feared it might frighten Xiao Lian.

Ning Chuan had already trained Meteor Chasing Moon to the Ninth Layer. With one handful, he could fire nine hidden weapons, each carrying nine times the attack power.

If nine became one, and he unleashed his full force with a single pebble, it would possess eighteen times the attack power.

With his Body Tempering Realm at the 117th Layer, Ning Chuan could crush a Sixth Rank Grandmaster with ease. Killing Seventh Rank Great Martial Masters was even easier than slaughtering chicks.

"Ah!"

Xiao Lian's mouth fell open, her heart filled with both surprise and excitement.

"Eh! The Attribute Points gained from killing people seem to have decreased somewhat!"

He had just killed eight Seventh Rank Great Martial Masters, yet only gained 162 Attribute Points—just over twenty points per person on average.

After thinking it over, Ning Chuan understood.

It was the same principle as leveling up by killing monsters in games from his previous life. As one's level rose, killing the same monsters yielded less experience.

The eight bosses were the strongest, so they had also arrived the fastest.

After one wave was cleared, the second wave had yet to arrive.

Standing atop the high platform, Ning Chuan looked down the mountain and saw bandits densely packed as they charged toward the summit.

But from below, the terrain blocked their view, preventing them from seeing what was happening in the plaza atop the high platform.

The bandits below had no idea that the first eight bosses to arrive had just gotten their boxed meals.

A few breaths later,

several dozen more figures shot out from the gap with whooshes and landed in the plaza. All of them were Eighth Rank Martial Masters.

While still in the air, these bandits saw the eight bosses sprawled in pools of blood. Their minds fell into chaos, and they could not believe their eyes.

By the time they saw clearly, rows of hidden weapons were already greeting them.

The bandits only saw cold flashes before their eyes, then felt agonizing pain in their hearts before darkness swallowed them.

A wave of over fifty men was wiped out in an instant before any could sound the alarm, bringing him another 420 Attribute Points.

At this moment, fifty-eight corpses lay piled at the plaza's entrance, blood flowing across the ground and turning it into a hell on earth.

Just as this wave was killed, more than two hundred Ninth Grade martial artists surged up with a roar.

"Ah!"

"What's going on?!"

"There's an expert here! Run!"

The scene in the plaza was too gruesome. The moment these people came up, they saw what had happened and were scared out of their wits, immediately turning to flee.

"My Attribute Points, you came here and still think you can leave?!"

Ning Chuan's hands turned into afterimages, and the pile of pebbles before him instantly shrank by a whole layer.

Countless pebbles tore through the sky with piercing shrieks, catching up to the bandits in an instant. The bandits fell like wheat before a scythe.

"Ah, run!"

"All the brothers on the mountain are dead!"

Because there were too many bandits in this wave, a few fish that slipped through the net still escaped, crying for their fathers and mothers as they fled downhill.

Yet the bandits coming up behind were even more curious, wishing they could fly up to see just what was going on!

Thus, the plaza entrance that had just been cleared was flooded once more by a black mass of several hundred figures.

As usual, Ning Chuan flicked out a row of hidden weapons, and the bandits who had just squeezed in fell in a neat row.

"Eh!"

"Killing bandits below the martial ranks no longer gives Attribute Points. Only killing Ninth Grade martial artists gives one Attribute Point!"

Ning Chuan's hand reaching for the pebbles halted. Bishui Dock's martial artists had all been killed by him.

The remaining bandits were merely ordinary people and could no longer provide him with Attribute Points. He could no longer summon any interest in slaughtering them.

"Looks like this is the system's restriction on me. If killing ordinary people could always earn Attribute Points, who knows, perhaps one day I would even slaughter cities and destroy nations!"

At the plaza entrance, the newly arrived bandits looked at the corpse-filled square and were already terrified into scattering in all directions.

Before long, the bandits who had just been densely packed together scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing into the mountains and wilderness.