Eliminate Evils for the People

A forty-meter blade, letting them run thirty-nine meters first—now that was refinement, sheer refinement!

Zhou Tianba was bound so tightly by the overwhelming pressure that he could not move. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and the fear in his eyes grew ever stronger.

"Looks like it."

Jun Changxiao said, "Great Chieftain is also someone who fears death."

Zhou Tianba was not particularly afraid of dying. After all, having entered the bandit trade, he had long been prepared for death.

But beneath the suppressive aura of the Uncollectible Blade, he experienced a terror unlike anything before. He felt as though he had been cast into hell!

Zhou Tianba was afraid.

At that moment, he wanted to live even more!

Jun Changxiao said, "Therefore, today, I shall clean house on behalf of Qingyang County's people and the wronged spirits who died unjustly."

"Don't, don't, don't!"

Zhou Tianba hurriedly said, "Sect Leader Jun, I am willing to release your sect's disciples!"

"Do you still want the money?"

"No, no!"

The forty-meter great blade could come down at any moment. Even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare ask for it. He even regretted his momentary foolishness—why had he kidnapped Iron Bone Unyielding Sect disciples and provoked such a terrifying person?!

Zhou Tianba no longer doubted that if the other party harbored killing intent, both he and his two hundred-plus subordinates would all be cut down beneath that blade!

Jun Changxiao said, "Great Chieftain, I am quite curious. Why did you know my name?"

"This..."

After a brief pause, Zhou Tianba said, "Zhou Mou had heard a little about the recent Hundred Sects Recruitment."

Swish!

Jun Changxiao pressed the blade down until it hovered before his forehead. His gaze was ice-cold as he said, "I hope you can tell the truth."

The blade was only a palm's distance from his forehead. As the overwhelming pressure descended, Zhou Tianba's face turned green with fright.

At this point, he could no longer care about anything else. His voice trembling, he said, "It was... Spirit Spring Sect! Spirit Spring Sect gave me a sum of money and told me to kidnap your sect's disciples and take your life!"

"Be on your way."

Having received the answer he wanted, Jun Changxiao swept his blade out.

Splurt—

Zhou Tianba's mouth remained open as his head flew from his body.

That Iron Bone Unyielding Sect disciple who had feared death had been beheaded by him. Now Jun Changxiao had cut off his head as well. It was karma, a repayment of cause and effect.

"Great Chieftain..."

As they watched Zhou Tianba's headless body crash to the ground, the Black Wind Stockade bandits all trembled with fear.

Swish!

Jun Changxiao turned around, his gaze radiating boundless killing intent.

The large and small chieftains were all dead. Black Wind Stockade could be considered a dragon without a head. By rights, sparing these bandits would...

Spare them?

Would those people bound to wooden stakes and whipped to death agree?

Would those corpses hung up, strung up, and baked into dried husks agree?

Would that head propped beside the brazier, its eyes filled with despair, terror, and helplessness, agree?

One final question—would Jun Changxiao agree?

He would not.

Letting these inhuman beasts go would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains. So today, he would borrow this forty-meter blade to seek justice for the dead!

"Die."

Jun Changxiao said gloomily.

At that moment, boundless killing intent spread from his body.

"No, no..."

The scalps of the hundreds of bandits went numb as their faces drained of color. An intense Death Aura surged into their hearts.

Swish!

Swish!

Blade light flashed, and blood sprayed.

Until their deaths, the desperate bandits would never have imagined that the person who entered would be a god of slaughter, a demon.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Flames rose inexplicably from the brazier. The head whose eyes held despair and terror watched those beasts die one after another, and beneath the burning flames, its expression seemed to suddenly bloom into a smile.

Training Ground.

Jun Changxiao stood with his blade in hand, his black hair fluttering.

Countless corpses lay scattered around him. Blood had gathered into a river, and the air was thick with a piercing stench.

Thus.

Black Wind Stockade's ten chieftains and over two hundred bandits had all become souls beneath the blade.

"You killed a total of two hundred and twenty-six people."

the system said.

Jun Changxiao, who had never killed anyone before, had killed far too many people today.

"Did they deserve to die?"

"If this were your former world, no matter how heinous their crimes, they would still have to be judged and punished by the law."

"This is a different world with different rules. Setting aside their countless evils, kidnapping and killing my sect's disciples alone was enough for them to die."

"The host has adapted to Starfall Continent."

"Adapting is not my nature. I will make Starfall Continent adapt to me. Anyone who bullies or humiliates me will pay the price, including... Spirit Spring Sect."

Hum!

The Uncollectible Blade flashed with light, then shrank from forty meters to half a foot, becoming a miniature dagger once more.

"Without it, it would have been truly difficult for me to rescue the kidnapped disciples today."

Jun Changxiao inserted the tiny blade into its tiny sheath.

Hum!

The moment it was sheathed, the Uncollectible Blade gave a slight tremble, as though some sort of power had attached itself between the hilt and sheath.

Jun Changxiao said in astonishment, "This blade has been sealed again?"

"Correct."

The system said, "The Uncollectible Blade is immensely powerful. It is a double-edged blade, harming others and harming its wielder. After use, it will automatically seal itself. The host must use a Talisman of Seal Breaking again to unseal it."

"..."

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

However, remembering how even he had been somewhat afraid while using it, it was better for this overbearing divine weapon to remain sealed, lest he accidentally harm himself.

Wait!

Jun Changxiao said in astonishment, "A double-edged blade? It harms others and its wielder?"

The system said, "Didn't you feel tired?"

"Tired? I didn't feel..."

Before he could finish the word, Jun Changxiao felt as though his body had suddenly been hollowed out. He instantly went limp and collapsed onto the platform.

The system said, "After using the Uncollectible Blade, the host will be weakened for thirty minutes. During that time, you will have no strength and no defense. Even a three-year-old child could kill you at will."

"What a fucking setting..."

Jun Changxiao lay weakly against the stone slabs and thought to himself, Good thing I killed them all. Otherwise, I would be the one dead.

Thirty minutes quickly passed.

Jun Changxiao gradually recovered from his weakened state. Then, with a whoosh, he leaped up, entered the side door of the hall, and soon found the Back mountain Stone Prison.

"Sect Leader?"

"The Sect Leader is here! The Sect Leader came to save us!"

The thirty-plus disciples imprisoned in the Stone Prison were initially dumbfounded when they saw Jun Changxiao appear. Then they cried out in wild delight!

Clang!

The iron chains snapped, and the prison door opened.

Jun Changxiao withdrew the Cold Edge Sword and smiled. "My little treasures, you have suffered."

The key to the Strongest Sect System lay in its disciples. Was it excessive to call them little treasures? Not at all—it was downright loving!

Goosebumps rose across the thirty-plus disciples' bodies, but seeing their Sect Leader come personally to rescue them still moved them so deeply that tears streamed down their faces.

Training Ground.

The rescued disciples looked at corpse after corpse, at severed limbs strewn across the ground, at blood gathered into a river. Their facial muscles stiffened, and some could not help vomiting.

"Senior Brother..."

One disciple pointed at Zhou Tianba's head and cried out in shock, "It's the bandits' Great Chieftain! His head was cut off!"

Everyone looked over and sucked in cold breaths.

The bandits on Black Mountain had plagued Qingyang County for a long time. Even the authorities and great sects could do nothing to them, yet now they had all died, chieftains included. It was simply unbelievable!

"They... were all killed by the Sect Leader alone?"

"The Sect Leader was the only one in the stockade. If he did not kill them, could there have been someone else?"

"My heavens, this is simply too terrifying!"

For a time, the thirty-plus disciples' admiration for their Sect Leader became like the surging Yangtze River, ceaseless and unending!

Jun Changxiao had no interest in enjoying his disciples' worship. At this moment, he had already found a secret passage leading underground inside Zhou Tianba's bedroom.

Following the stairs down, he found an iron door blocking his path. He drew his sword and cut off the chain, then kicked the door open. Gold, silver, and jewels filled the ground before him.

"I'm rich, I'm rich!"

Golden light shone from Jun Changxiao's eyes as he unceremoniously swept all the valuables inside clean.

After returning laden with spoils, he stored the Azure Dragon Scythe Blade leaning before the great tiger-hide chair into his Spatial Ring, then swaggered away with the disciples.

Whoosh, whoosh!

A raging blaze rose from Black Wind Stockade, which resembled a military base. The stockade, wooden stakes, Watchtower, and corpse after corpse all turned to ash amid the flames.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for completing the Hidden Task [Eliminate Evils for the People]. You have been rewarded with 50 Contribution Points!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 50/100."

"Damn!"

On the way down the mountain, Jun Changxiao said in surprise, "Destroying Black Wind Stockade was actually a Hidden Task, and it even gave such a high Contribution Points reward!"