Escape

"Wiped them all out? Stop joking."

"Several hundred bandits—how could they have been killed so quickly?"

"Are you a Martial Warrior?"

The many prisoners in the cells did not quite believe Jiang Ping An's words.

How much time had even passed? Several hundred bandits were not several hundred radishes that could be easily chopped down.

Perhaps because Jiang Ping An looked too young, no one truly believed him.

Jiang Ping An did not want to waste words. He had no idea when that Goatee cultivator would return, and once he did, things would become dangerous.

His pupils swept over the cell locks. The locks on the cells snapped and fell to the ground.

After doing this, he ignored them and stepped over the corpses as he left.

The people in the cells looked at one another. After waiting for quite some time without seeing any bandits appear, they finally dared to come out.

When they left the cells and saw the bandit corpses covering the ground, every one of them felt their hearts quake violently.

That youth had actually killed several hundred bandits!

This... how was this possible?

Though they could not believe it, the facts lay before their eyes. In such a short time, that youth had slain hundreds of bandits!

"Waaah! I can go home! I can go home!"

"Those damned bandits deserve to be sliced into a thousand pieces!"

"Thank you, benefactor, for saving us!"

Many people wept with excitement, kneeling toward the direction Jiang Ping An had left and kowtowing.

If not for that youth, they might never have left this place even until death. He was their lifesaving benefactor.

Jiang Ping An did not leave directly. Instead, he entered a vast, spacious room.

The room was decorated with antique elegance. It was neither as foul-smelling nor as messy as the other bandits' rooms; instead, it carried a Medicinal Fragrance.

Jiang Ping An guessed that this was the Goatee cultivator's room.

On the table, Jiang Ping An saw an emerald-green jade pendant.

This jade pendant was his Protective Amulet.

Two had been taken from him, but only one was placed here.

Beside the Protective Amulet lay a book, several sheets of yellow paper, and a brush resting in pigment.

Jiang Ping An wanted to leave after taking the Protective Amulet, but he noticed strange patterns drawn on the paper and looked at them in confusion.

These runes looked very similar to the internal circulation diagram of the Protective Amulet.

Jiang Ping An's gaze fell upon the book beside it, the "Rune Basics Encyclopedia."

"Runes? What are those? Could the Protective Amulet be related to these runes?"

Jiang Ping An did not understand runes.

He noticed that many of the strange patterns in the book looked very much like the runes on the jade pendant and the patterns on the flags.

Though he did not understand them, he felt they should be valuable, so Jiang Ping An took them all.

That Goatee cultivator had put him through such misery that he had nearly broken down and killed himself. Once he grew stronger, he would definitely kill that man.

Under the effects of the Blood-Colored Eyes, Jiang Ping An had reincarnated again and again, watching his parents die horribly over and over. The feeling had been unbearably painful.

He had truly wanted to kill himself many times.

But precisely because of that, he did not want to die. He wanted to keep growing stronger and find a way to revive his parents!

When he was young, his father often told him stories of "bringing the dead back to life, growing flesh over white bones." Since legends of reviving people existed, then such a thing could certainly be done!

Jiang Ping An left swiftly.

How could a fourteen-year-old boy know what the world was truly like? It was merely the purest yearning—a yearning to revive his parents.

Autumn was approaching, and the weather had turned a little cool. Leaves from the trees drifted into the clear stream.

Jiang Ping An crouched before the stream and looked at his right eye.

This eye was not his, yet it moved as nimbly as if it were his own. Its former bloody color had vanished as well, making it no different from his left eye.

For now, he had discovered nothing unusual. Not only that, he had gained the ability to control objects.

Since there seemed to be no problem, he stopped thinking about it. He crawled into a Bear Cave, took out the Treasure Accumulation Basin, and placed the Blood Qi Pills inside to duplicate them.

His talent in body cultivation was stronger. He had to cultivate the Blood Qi Art to the Second Floor as quickly as possible in order to maximize his strength.

The soldiers would keep searching for him, and that cultivator would search for him too. He had to improve his cultivation as soon as possible.

Half a day later, at the foot of Great King Mountain.

Yuan Bin stroked his goatee as he led back two soldiers brimming with killing intent.

From the decorations on the two soldiers, one could tell that they were Great Captains from Flat Water County.

In all of Flat Water County, there were only four Great Captains. Their status and strength were both extremely high.

"Gentlemen, as agreed, I will hand that boy over to you. Your soldiers must never again trouble the bandits of Great King Mountain."

Yuan Bin reiterated the conditions of this negotiation.

"With your strength, you could gain greater benefits by joining our army. Why become a bandit?"

One Great Captain asked in confusion.

Yuan Bin merely smiled without answering.

He had escaped from a sect, and that sect was searching for him. He could not appear in the public eye.

More precisely, the sect was searching for that Blood-Colored Eyes.

Before he escaped the sect, the Blood-Colored Eyes had fused with someone. That person had gained a mysterious power and become extraordinarily strong.

Yuan Bin had coveted that power and attacked the person. Who would have thought that although the other person had not even entered Foundation Establishment, they had severely wounded him, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and caused his realm to fall!

This only made Yuan Bin crave the power of the Blood-Colored Eyes even more.

He killed that person and fled with the Blood-Colored Eyes.

Unfortunately, not just anyone could fuse with the Blood-Colored Eyes.

The sect had always used the Blood-Colored Eyes to interrogate prisoners. Over a long period of time, only that one person had successfully fused with them.

Yuan Bin had come here to become a bandit not only to evade the sect's pursuit, but also to use ordinary people for experiments.

He wanted to see what traits or talents those capable of fusing with the Blood-Colored Eyes possessed, so that he could find a way to make the Blood-Colored Eyes fuse with himself.

As long as he could fuse with the Blood-Colored Eyes, every sacrifice would be worth it.

He had experimented on over a hundred people, and all of them had died. Not one had endured.

But he was not in a hurry. He could keep experimenting. If a hundred did not work, then a thousand; if a thousand did not work, then ten thousand!

He had to find a way to fuse with those Blood-Colored Eyes!

Suddenly, Yuan Bin frowned.

Something was wrong. Normally, the group of underlings on the mountain wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves, making an awful racket. Why was there not the slightest movement today?

Moreover, a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Yuan Bin suddenly had a bad premonition and rushed up Great King Mountain.

Seeing corpses all over the ground, his heart skipped a beat. His expression changed drastically as he charged madly toward the prison.

When he saw that Jiang Ping An and his precious formation flags had vanished, his blood pressure surged. His vision went black, and he nearly fainted dead away.

"Impossible! That brat was tortured for an entire day and had no spiritual energy. How could he have escaped?"

Suddenly, Yuan Bin looked at the bandit corpses.

Some of the corpses were bent at bizarre angles. They did not look like casualties from a normal fight, but more like they had been crushed and broken by some kind of force!

Yuan Bin's heart shuddered. Could the Blood-Colored Eyes have fused with that youth?

Such a tiny chance had actually succeeded!

"Yuan Bin, what is going on? Where is he?"

The Great Captain following behind asked in a deep voice.

He still had to take Jiang Ping An back to report in, but it seemed there would be no one to hand over.

"Where is he? You ask me where he is? Of course he ran away!" Yuan Bin roared furiously.

That brat had not only fused with the Blood-Colored Eyes, but had also taken his precious formation flags!

Those were treasures he had refined when he reached Foundation Establishment!

The losses were enormous.

Bang!

The jade pendant at Yuan Bin's waist burst with green light as a sharp blade struck it.

"You trash bandit, you think you deserve to shout at us? Since we cannot find that brat, we'll kill you and report back!"

The bandits of Great King Mountain were the hardest bandits to deal with, precisely because of Yuan Bin, this cultivator.

They had not found Jiang Ping An, but if they killed Yuan Bin, they could still gain some benefits from him.

"You want to kill this old man? When this old man made his name, you were still lumps of shit!"

Yuan Bin was already boiling with rage. Seeing them attack him, he raised a hand and cast a spell, sending a massive fireball flying toward them.

The two swiftly dodged and attacked from the side.

So long as they did not allow him to widen the distance, Martial Warriors could easily deal with cultivators.

What was more, the two had cultivated the Blood Qi Art to the Third Floor. Their strength rivaled the Ninth Level of Qi Refinement, and they were the two strongest Great Captains.

Rumble!

Battle erupted. Before long, Great King Mountain was swallowed by flames.