Harvest

"Only New Life once…" Fu Entao was greatly hit, he had Second New Life for many years, and his accumulation was deep enough, but he was defeated by a young man who had just achieved New Life.

He supported himself with his long saber in one hand, and with the other hand, he forcefully pulled out the Iron Spear that pierced his thigh, bringing out a large amount of blood, causing him, who was already exhausted, to sway.

Shao Chengfeng lost an arm and was nailed to the ground by the Iron Spear piercing his abdomen. He struggled to pull out the Iron Spear, but when he saw Qin Ming turn his head to look at him, he weakly put down his only arm.

"The entire Mountain Patrol Group... was wiped out by one person." Shao Chengfeng knew that he could not escape death, and the other party could not possibly leave anyone alive.

"He only achieved New Life once, why is he so strong?" Feng Yi'an muttered, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Qin Ming opened his mouth: "Tell me some news that interests me."

"You're dreaming!" Fu Entao responded hardily, he understood that he would not have a good end, and even if he bowed his head, it would not change anything.

On the other side, Feng Yi'an and Shao Chengfeng had no intention of speaking again.

Usually, their hearts are like jackals, and they are all ruthless characters, but if they could humbly beg to survive now, they would not mind prostrating themselves and begging for mercy, but that was unrealistic, and the two knew that they could not escape death.

"Tell me about the Blood Bamboo Forest." Qin Ming came close to Shao Chengfeng.

Shao Chengfeng didn't say a word, staring blankly at the night sky, he had already begun to review his past, because he was very clear that his life was about to end.

"You won't talk, huh?" Qin Ming didn't waste any words, the Firewood Chopping Knife in his hand fell, and with a poof, his head was separated from his body.

Shao Chengfeng's eyes were wide open, unable to rest in peace, the other party was very decisive, and chopped him up without saying a word.

Qin Ming came to solve these people from the Mountain Patrol Group, and had no interest in torturing them. Since the other party was tight-lipped and he couldn't get anything out of them, then he would just kill them.

He wanted to see if the other two would soften and give in under this life-and-death situation.

Fu Entao's face twitched slightly, but his eyes were even more fierce, he tightened the long saber in his hand, and slowly moved his steps, actually wanting to attack again.

A Second New Life cultivator who had been rampant in this area for many years was not afraid of the threat of death, after all, he was a ruthless person who had fought in the deep mountains.

On the other side, Feng Yi'an was lying on the ground, the Iron Spear pierced into him from his back, imprisoning him there, he could not get up, and trembled slightly.

The wind and snow surged, and Fu Entao rushed over like a humanoid beast, doing his best to wield the most fierce saber light, making a final fight.

After a fierce collision, he gasped for breath, extremely tired, he was really exhausted from fighting until now, but the young man was still alive and kicking, full of energy.

Poof! After another confrontation, Fu Entao's right arm was chopped off with a saber, and the long saber also fell to the ground. His face was pale, and he staggered back.

In addition to having one leg pierced by the Iron Spear earlier, he lost his balance after being seriously injured, knelt on one knee in the snow, gasping for breath, his naturally curly hair was wet and stuck to his head, and his face was full of unwillingness and despair.

"Do you have anything to say?" Qin Ming asked.

"Give me a quick death with my own long saber." Fu Entao was covered in cold sweat, his left hand trembled as he covered the wound on his severed arm, but blood had already stained half of his body red, and even the snow was a patch of bright red.

"Why do you think I would grant you such a wish?" Qin Ming walked forward with the Firewood Chopping Knife.

"You... want to humiliate me?" Fu Entao struggled to get up.

"Are you worthy?" Qin Ming rushed past, the Firewood Chopping Knife cut across his neck, a head with an unwilling expression flew up, and the body fell to the ground.

Feng Yi'an lay there with a pale face, struggling to get up, but the Iron Spear inserted into him only trembled slightly, making it difficult to pull out of the frozen soil.

He felt very humiliated, because the other party was already standing in front of him, with one foot on his head.

"Do you want to say anything to me?" Qin Ming looked down at him.

Feng Yi'an clenched his fist, but then released it powerlessly, his breathing heavy, and said, "You want to find spiritual creatures? I won't tell you."

Qin Ming exerted a little force under his foot, and his skull made a slight cracking sound, with localized fractures. The severe pain made Feng Yi'an's face contort.

Qin Ming didn't hesitate, directly bringing down his blade and beheading him as well, ending the life of this bearded man.

As for where the Blood Bamboo Forest was, he could just ask Old Man Liu when he got back. When he was young, he had great ambitions and often went into the mountains with the older generation of the Mountain Patrol Group, and he was very familiar with the distribution of Fire Springs in the mountains.

Only the sound of the wind remained on the mountain, without the harsh sound of clashing knives and spears. This group of Mountain Patrol was completely wiped out, dealt with by Qin Ming alone.

He whispered, "I actually killed so many people, and without hesitation."

Qin Ming stood still, reflecting. Perhaps it was because he didn't regard these people as his own kind, but saw them as Mountain Monsters that harmed the villagers.

He began to clean up the battlefield. The corpses only needed to be thrown down the mountain for "Stomach Burial." Various beasts roamed the dense forest, and not even bones would be left.

Qin Ming's habit of thrift and frugality had become ingrained. He searched Fu Entao, Feng Yi'an, and the others, and in the reflection of the Fire Spring, some brilliant objects appeared in his hand—Night Silver.

This was a currency with much stronger purchasing power than copper coins, and could be seen when doing business and trading in town.

The coins were round with a round hole in the center, representing the absence of the sun, and were called Night Silver.

Afterward, Qin Ming discovered an even more valuable item—Day Gold.

It was golden and brilliant all over, the round coin complete, resembling the lost sun, embodying a kind of beautiful wish of the people.

The Mountain Patrol didn't carry much Day Gold with them when they entered the mountains, only eleven pieces in total, but this was already a huge sum for ordinary people.

This wasn't the first time Qin Ming had "picked up" Day Gold. Before he contracted the strange disease, he had seen several corpses near the fallen crevice, and not only found Day Gold, but also obtained a very precious Mineral Essence in a bottle.

Day Gold was rarely circulated in Silver Vine Town, so he had never used it, otherwise it would be too conspicuous.

And he hadn't touched the exquisite, delicately carved crystal vial for the time being, because after recovering from his illness, he relied on himself to achieve New Life.

Moreover, he didn't know much about Mineral Essence and needed to understand it in detail to avoid wasting its true value by using it casually.

Most importantly, the events before him would soon erupt, and he had better keep a low profile with the identity of a Once New Life.

"I've only achieved New Life once, and I don't have the strength to deal with the Mountain Patrol. After this 'storm' ferments, if I achieve Second New Life, then there will be no problem."

Qin Ming continued to search for spoils on the mountain.

"Excellent armor, a long sword forged a hundred times, these are all good things!" He sighed regretfully, caressing the armor and weapons, planning to bury them separately in various parts of the mountain forest, and dig them out when he needed them to explore the Blood Bamboo Forest.

He was just so simple and unadorned, turning everyone over from head to toe, even the Golden Mastiff wasn't spared. He picked it up, wanting to swing his knife and cut off a large piece of dog meat to eat a Donkey Meat Hot Pot in the wooden house.

He had come out in the middle of the night, guarded in the mountain forest until the night mist dissipated, and then fought fiercely with the people from the Mountain Patrol until now, consuming a lot of energy, and his stomach had long been hungry.

But he sighed and gave up, throwing the Mastiff dog in the snow. As a precaution, he really couldn't stay here for long and had to quickly clean up the battlefield.

Qin Ming entered a wooden house and found that it was very livable and comfortable. The floor was covered with thick animal skin carpets, the dining table had silver bowls and chopsticks, and the small knife for cutting roast meat was exquisite and beautiful.

Opening any of the rows of wine jars would overflow with a rich aroma of wine, which was much stronger than the spicy old wine that Xu Yueping's family had already drunk to the bottom.

He didn't gain much from searching here, but he found a Sword Manual in the wooden house that had collapsed due to the fierce battle. The old leather pages were worn and curled.

It could be seen that someone often read and studied it, and there were even dense notes, annotations, etc., not from the same person, carrying a sense of ancientness.

As he flipped through it, Qin Ming saw familiar sword styles. Fu Entao's swordsmanship was only a part of what was recorded in the Sword Manual. Later, it also mentioned "Heavenly Light" and deeper descriptions.

He didn't flip back any further, quickly closed it, and carried it with him. This old leather-bound book was more valuable than that Day Gold.

After Qin Ming thoroughly searched the place, shattered golden ripples appeared on his body surface. As his fists and feet landed, the remaining wooden houses exploded one after another.

The wind was strong now, and it immediately stirred up fragments of wood, sending them into the air, where they were blown down the mountain by the storm.

Even the snow on the ground was occasionally swept up, mixing with the heavy snow in the sky, making it difficult to leave any traces at the scene.

"It's a pity about my Firewood Chopping Knife." Qin Ming examined the blade, which had many dense nicks. Although it was made of refined iron, it was ultimately no match for the Mountain Patrol Group's weapons.

"But it can still be used." He found a whetstone here and quickly ground away the damaged parts, then re-sharpened the blade, making it slightly narrower than before.

Qin Ming carried all the corpses down the mountain and threw them into the dense forest, personally witnessing some wild beasts appear and quickly drag the bodies away.

As for the four people he had intercepted and killed on the road earlier, when he went to look for them again, he found that not even bone fragments remained.

Qin Ming moved away the heavy stones and took out his package from the snow cave. He took off his tattered, blood-stained coat and armor, and put on clean clothes that he usually wore.

What should be burned was burned, and what should be buried was buried. This included the Day Gold and Sword Manual, which he left in the mountains. Soon, he disappeared into the dense forest.

Qin Ming returned discreetly, dragging a prey. No one knew that this gentle young man, who seemed no different from usual, had just fought a bloody battle.

He boiled a pot of water, unusually not using cold water, and took a comfortable hot bath. His well-proportioned and tall body had a crystal-clear luster, with smooth muscle lines. He washed himself carefully to avoid leaving any odor after the bloody battle.

Soon after, he appeared at Lu Ze's home.

"Uncle, what kind of meat is this?" Wen Rui came up to him.

Qin Ming carried a large piece of fresh meat and said with a smile, "This is delicious. 'Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground.' Your uncle hunted a wild donkey today."

Mainly, he couldn't forget the Donkey Meat Hot Pot. He regretted not being able to eat that Golden Mastiff, so now he planned to eat Donkey Meat Hot Pot to compensate himself.

Soon, laughter filled the place.

"Uncle, donkey meat is really delicious!"

In front of the steaming hot pot, Lu Ze, who was injured, said, "Little Qin, you have already established a Golden Foundation. You should carefully consider the matter of Second New Life."

Qin Ming nodded and said, "Don't worry, Brother Lu, I know what I'm doing."

After the meal, he returned home, wondering how to subtly ask Old Man Liu, wanting to find out about the Blood Bamboo Forest.

If he could undergo Second New Life earlier, he naturally wouldn't want to delay it and wanted to go to the mysterious Blood Bamboo Forest as soon as possible.