Hellish Slaughterhouse

Chapter 26: A Hellish Slaughterhouse

Halfway up Black Mountain lies a treacherous location.

The throat of the path leading to the interior is not only sealed off by rows of wooden stakes, but watchtowers stand at regular intervals, giving the place the distinct feel of a military base.

Jun Changxiao walks along the narrow passage, but he has no mood to observe his surroundings, thinking to himself, "I killed someone."

Yes.

He killed someone—he killed two.

Having transmigrated to the Starfall Continent and become a martial cultivator, this was something he would inevitably experience sooner or later.

"Strange."

Jun Changxiao says, puzzled, "When I severed Elder Wei's arm on the Grudge Stage, I nearly vomited at the sight of blood. Why is it that I have no reaction to killing for the first time?"

He killed two Mountain Bandits with a single sword stroke each, and from start to finish, his state of mind remained incredibly steady.

The system explains, "Because the host has already adapted to this new identity and has gained sufficient understanding of the law of the jungle on the Starfall Continent, you are able to remain calm."

"Oh."

Jun Changxiao understands.

He casts aside his distracting thoughts and begins to survey the surrounding environment, secretly thinking, "This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the only entrance is heavily fortified. It would be extremely difficult to conquer."

Indeed.

The local government and various sects have suffered greatly here.

"Move faster!"

A Mountain Bandit in front urges him coldly. Behind him, dozens of Mountain Bandits follow with blades and spears, all glaring at Jun Changxiao with rage.

Two of their companions were killed, and they had wanted to swarm him and hack him into mincemeat, but the Great Chieftain ordered him to be brought into the stronghold, so they had to suppress their impulses.

"Third Brother, what is the Great Chieftain thinking? Why not let the brothers take action instead of letting him into the stronghold!"

"This guy is the sect leader of the Iron Bone Sect. The Great Chieftain is likely considering his status in the martial arts world, which is why he didn't let us act."

"Pah, a guy like this, a sect leader?"

"I've been roaming Qingyang County for so long, and I've never seen a sect leader who is just a kid whose hair hasn't even fully grown out yet."

As the Mountain Bandits talk, they eventually reach the topic of Jun Changxiao's status as a sect leader, unanimously agreeing that this guy is far too green to be the head of a sect.

"Sigh."

Sect Leader Jun lets out a sigh.

At that moment, he wishes he could stamp the words "I am the Sect Leader" on his forehead to prove that he is indeed the head of the Iron Bone Sect!

"Brothers, do you think this guy might be an impostor?"

"If he dares to impersonate someone and gets exposed by the Great Chieftain, he'll definitely wish he were dead."

"Hehe, I actually hope he is an impostor. That way, we can enjoy watching the Great Chieftain's torture methods once again!"

Under the escort of dozens of Mountain Bandits, Jun Changxiao passes through layers of guards and stops before a large gate made of timber, upon which the three characters "Black Wind Stockade" are carved.

Tsk tsk.

The Mountain Bandits have even established their own stronghold.

"Open the gate!"

"Creak!"

The two wide wooden doors are slowly pushed open, and the lead Mountain Bandit says indifferently, "Kid, come in with me."

Jun Changxiao steps into the stronghold.

The interior of the Black Wind Stockade is larger than the Iron Bone Sect, with many crude wooden houses built on both sides.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

As soon as Jun Changxiao walks in, he hears the sound of whipping.

In an open space in the distance, five wooden stakes are erected, each tied to a disheveled person. They are unkempt, covered in blood, and their tattered clothes reveal striking whip marks underneath.

A bare-chested, muscular Mountain Bandit swings a whip with force, lashing one of them. Only the sound of the whip is heard, with no screams in response.

Jun Changxiao furrows his brows slightly.

He knows that the person being whipped isn't screaming because they are already on the verge of death.

"Save... save me..." A weak moan suddenly reaches his ears.

Jun Changxiao looks down. A man is slowly crawling on the ground, his legs already severed, dragging two long trails of blood behind him. His face is twisted in agony and he is extremely weak, yet his eyes hold fear, despair, and pain—as if he knows he is about to die, but still hopes to survive.

"Splat!"

A heavy blade falls, and a head rolls to the ground.

The Mountain Bandit raised his broadsword and kicked a head into a brazier filled with charcoal, cursing, "Even without legs, you still run all over the place, damn you."

"Brother Niu, since that guy was going to die sooner or later anyway, why not let him suffer a bit more?"

"In my opinion, Brother Niu is just soft-hearted and wants to let him go quickly."

The surrounding Mountain Bandits teased.

"Soft-hearted my ass!"

The Mountain Bandit called Brother Niu cursed, "This damn thing made the floor dirty, and I'm the one who has to clean it up."

"Makes sense, makes sense."

The crowd burst into raucous laughter.

Jun Changxiao's brows furrowed even tighter; he couldn't catch a shred of pity in the eyes of these Mountain Bandits, only cold-blooded brutality.

"Huh?"

Brother Niu sheathed his blade and looked over.

The other Mountain Bandits also jumped down from the platform, staring at Jun Changxiao with playful gazes.

"Click!" One Mountain Bandit raised his hand, making a throat-slitting gesture while emitting a strange sound, then let out a sinister laugh.

The other Mountain Bandits scattered throughout the stronghold noticed a stranger had entered and cast cold, piercing glares his way.

In an instant.

Hundreds of Mountain Bandits within the stronghold were staring at Jun Changxiao.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The bandit wielding the whip lashed out a few more times, grabbed the hair of the person tied to the wooden stake, and cursed, "Damn it, dead again. You really can't take a beating."

Jun Changxiao remained silent and walked straight ahead.

After walking only a few dozen steps, he saw many people one after another, either hung up or suspended; all of them had their heads bowed, and it was clear they had already stopped breathing.

"Damn it."

The crowd burst into raucous laughter.

Jun Changxiao walked past them, his gaze gradually turning icy.

This was not a stronghold, nor was it a bandit den; it was a slaughterhouse that existed like hell on earth. The Mountain Bandits here were no longer human; they were a pack of brutal, bloodthirsty beasts.

Jun Changxiao did not want to be a good person.

However, seeing the corpses tortured and whipped to death along the way, and seeing the piles of bones, an unnamed rage surged within him.

If witnessing the slaughterhouse-like stronghold only made Jun Changxiao angry.

Then, upon seeing the head that had been kicked into the brazier earlier, and seeing the despair, fear, and helplessness contained in its eyes before death, the only thought that rose in his heart was—kill them all!

PS, begging for everything.