Blood Splattered Three Feet!

Chapter 25: Blood Splatters Three Feet!

Within Qingyang County lies a notorious mountain known as Black Mountain, where bandits have entrenched themselves for years, occasionally descending to rob and plunder just to show off their presence.

After half a month of silence, they have struck again.

The way they showed off their presence this time was by kidnapping over thirty disciples from the Iron Bone Sect, leaving behind a letter demanding money.

While other bandit gangs usually just block roads to rob people of their cash and goods, this group had quite the "creative" idea of kidnapping people to brazenly demand a ransom.

"Damn it!"

Jun Changxiao walked out the front gate, radiating killing intent. "Daring to bully the people of my Iron Bone Sect? I don't care if you're mountain bandits or highwaymen, I'll kill every last one of you!"

He had gone through so much trouble to recruit a hundred disciples, only to have over thirty of them kidnapped—this was intolerable!

The fact that he could exude such killing intent and utter such ruthless words was proof enough that Jun Changxiao had completely adapted to his new identity and the cruel reality of the Starfall Continent.

"Sect Master!"

Li Qingyang chased after him, saying, "This disciple will accompany you!"

As the Second Senior Brother of the Iron Bone Sect, he certainly couldn't remain indifferent when his fellow disciples had been abducted by bandits.

Lu Qianqian followed them out as well.

Jun Changxiao stopped and said, "There are still disciples who haven't reported in yet. You two stay at the sect to manage things; there is no need to follow me to Black Mountain."

Li Qingyang said with a grave expression, "Sect Master, there are at least two hundred bandits on Black Mountain, and it is said their leader has already stepped into the realm of Martial Apprentice. I fear that if you go alone..."

Jun Changxiao said in a deep voice, "This is an order."

At that moment, he actually possessed quite the dignity of a sect master.

Although he wanted to continue to dissuade him, Li Qingyang could only cup his hands and say, "I will strictly obey the Sect Master's order."

Jun Changxiao stepped down the mountain, his gaze remaining cold and sharp.

Anger.

He was serious!

"Senior Sister."

Watching Jun Changxiao's retreating figure as he descended the mountain, Li Qingyang couldn't help but worry, "If something happens to the Sect Master, what will become of our Iron Bone Sect in the future?"

"It's simple."

Lu Qianqian leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, and said, "I'll become the Sect Master, and you'll be the head disciple."

Upon hearing this, the corner of Li Qingyang's mouth twitched.

Black Mountain.

It is located fifty miles outside of Qingyang Village.

The area is filled with layered ridges and sheer cliffs, making the terrain extremely treacherous. It is precisely by relying on this complex landscape that the bandits act so fearlessly and dare to descend the mountain to wreak havoc.

The local government and many sect factions have attempted to suppress the bandits multiple times, but because Black Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, they have always returned in defeat.

Over time, Black Mountain has been regarded as a forbidden zone by the martial artists of Qingyang County, and no one dares to set foot there.

Today, on the winding mountain path, Jun Changxiao climbed up step by step. If any martial artist knew that the Sect Master of the Iron Bone Sect was heading up Black Mountain all by himself, they would surely cup their hands and say, "I respect you as a real man!"

"How should I deal with that gang of bandits and rescue my disciples?"

Jun Changxiao muttered to himself as he walked.

Anger is anger, but he finally began to seriously consider how to deal with the bandits.

He knew from Li Qingyang that there were not only two hundred people on the mountain, but also very likely a Martial Apprentice, which made things quite tricky.

With the Low-grade Cold Edge Sword, the Nine Wave Sword Style, and ten out of twelve meridians opened, Jun Changxiao's current strength was enough to handle twenty or so people at the fourth or fifth stage of Pulse Opening, but dealing with over two hundred was a massive stretch.

Furthermore, if there really was a Martial Apprentice present, this trip might be easy to start but difficult to finish.

Jun Changxiao focused his thoughts into his Spatial Ring. Looking at the Talisman of Speed and Talisman of Escape provided in the Novice Gift Pack, he thought to himself, "These two talismans aren't really suited for a fight."

Just then, his gaze landed on the Uncollectible Blade.

Seeing this thing made him angry; after all, it was just a casual remark he had made that was taken as his first wish and sent to him!

Jun Changxiao weighed the Uncollectible Blade and found it had quite a bit of heft. He murmured, "I wonder what its quality is?"

Without thinking, he gripped the hilt and gently pulled it from the scabbard.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound erupted.

Jun Changxiao was sent flying back several dozen meters.

Outside, his body stumbled back several steps involuntarily, and he nearly fell off the path entirely.

Jun Changxiao felt a lingering fear and said, "That was close, way too close!"

Just now, when he drew the blade, a violent aura had suddenly surged between the hilt and the scabbard. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough to drop the blade, he might have already been blown to pieces!

The system's voice rang out: "The Uncollectible Blade must have its seal broken before it can be used; forcing it out of its sheath will only harm yourself."

Jun Changxiao collapsed mentally and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

The system replied, "You didn't ask."

"..."

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

After calming down, he was overjoyed: "The aura it erupted with was so terrifying; the quality of the Uncollectible Blade must be very high. Perhaps it can help me rescue my disciples!"

In an instant, the sect leader's confidence surged.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Two burly men, each wielding a weapon, stood on the stone steps ahead with malicious smiles on their faces.

"Sixth Brother."

The shorter man laughed, "Did I see that right? Someone actually dares to come up Black Mountain?"

The man called Sixth Brother glanced at Jun Changxiao and said indifferently, "He looks weak and frail; he must be some scholar out for a stroll."

"Whoosh!"

The shorter man jumped down, shook the Big Ring Blade in his hand, and said grimly, "Kid, do you know you've walked into a bandit's den?"

Jun Changxiao said calmly, "I know."

The shorter man was taken aback, then grinned and said, "If you know and still dared to come up, are you tired of living?"

Jun Changxiao asked, "Are you Mountain Bandits?"

The shorter man hoisted his Big Ring Blade onto his shoulder and said proudly, "That's right, I am a bandit of Black Mountain, known to all as the Iron Blade Little Overlord."

Jun Changxiao shook his head.

Even a thief had such a strong sense of superiority; the world was truly going to the dogs.

The bandit called Sixth Brother said impatiently, "Seventh Brother, stop dawdling with him and finish this quickly."

"You got it."

The Iron Blade Little Overlord put on a ferocious expression and said, "Kid, are you going to hand over your valuables voluntarily, or should I, Seventh Master, search you myself?"

"Search away," Jun Changxiao said.

The Iron Blade Little Overlord gave a cold, sinister smile and said, "The consequence of making me search you is that I'll hack you into eight pieces."

Jun Changxiao asked, "And if I hand them over voluntarily?"

The Iron Blade Little Overlord said proudly, "I can leave your corpse intact."

Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose and said, "So you mean, no matter what I choose, I can't escape death?"

"Hahaha!"

The Iron Blade Little Overlord laughed loudly and said, "Kid, from the moment you stepped onto Black Mountain, you were destined for death, not life..."

"Thwack!"

Jun Changxiao had summoned his Cold Edge Sword at some point and thrust it directly into the man's chest, saying in a low voice, "Sorry, but This Seat hasn't lived enough yet, so I'll have to trouble you to die first."

The Iron Blade Little Overlord froze, his expression turning savage as intense pain spread through his body.

"Thwack!"

Jun Changxiao pulled the sword out.

The Iron Blade Little Overlord's body slumped and tumbled down the stone steps with a series of thuds, leaving a long trail of blood behind.

"Seventh Brother!"

The bandit called Sixth Brother drew his blade in a rage.

"Whoosh!"

At that exact moment, the Cold Edge Sword was already pressed against his neck.

Jun Changxiao's gaze was cold and sharp as he said, "Answer me, were the disciples of the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect kidnapped by you?"

"Gulp!"

The bandit called Sixth Brother swallowed hard and said in terror, "Yes..."

"Thwack!"

With a single slash, blood sprayed three feet high.

"Ugh..."

The bandit clutched his spurting neck in despair until his consciousness faded, and like the Iron Blade Little Overlord, he tumbled down the mountain path.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

After killing the two, the commotion alerted those above, and more than a dozen bandits rushed down, each wielding weapons and glaring at Jun Changxiao with fury.

"Clang!"

Jun Changxiao sheathed his sword and said indifferently, "Tell your boss that the sect leader of the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect has come to redeem his people."