Third Brother's Old Acquaintance

The bluestone mountain road wound upward.

Light filtered through the bamboo grove.

Du Ping'an walked along the path up the mountain, a heavy curved saber strapped at his waist. He had originally wanted to use a sword, but the Life Demon had told him that swords were not imposing enough and lacked persuasive force when used for Guiding People Towards Goodness, so he had temporarily switched to a saber.

"What exactly are you trying to do?!"

The mountain bandit leader lay on the ground, his eyes filled with terror.

He and his brothers had been happily eating barbecue and singing on the mountain when a madman suddenly sprang out, and then they were beaten up. The harder they resisted, the more viciously they were beaten. The bloody marks on his face had been left by this fellow's scabbard.

"Doing good deeds."

Du Ping'an grinned and answered the mountain bandit leader's question with utmost seriousness.

That expression made the mountain bandit leader collapse even further.

Ever since the battle at Longevity Temple several years ago, Black Tiger Mountain's reputation had plummeted, and more than half the experts in the mountain had fled. The old, weak, women, and children left behind endured a long stretch of hardship. It was not until recently, when an important figure took a liking to them and bestowed some grain upon them, that they managed to pull through.

They had recently regrouped and recruited a batch of subordinates, and were just considering going down the mountain to pull off several big jobs. Before they had even mobilized half their men, they were beaten up.

The few Fierce Bandits who had shouted the loudest were now lying on the ground, clutching their broken legs and howling desperately.

"But I haven't done evil!"

The mountain bandit leader could not