Climbing the Mountain

Wang Xiaohu poured out the pills from the porcelain bottle and held them beneath his nose for a sniff.

They smelled medicinal.

But he could not tell what herbs they were made from.

"Why did my uncle Chen know I would be in danger? He even calculated one pill per person." Looking at the two pills in his palm, Wang Xiaohu picked one up and swallowed it.

The pill melted the instant it entered his mouth, its medicinal liquid sliding down his throat.

Wang Xiaohu's severe, near-fatal injuries visibly began to recover after he took the pill. Both his external and internal injuries disappeared. More than that, Wang Xiaohu discovered that the Internal Qi inside the body surged outward as though it cost nothing. He felt as if he had inexhaustible strength, scorching Internal Qi spreading throughout his body.

"Chief Escort, I heard some movement. Those people—"

Suantou hurried into the cave from outside, but the moment he reached the entrance, he froze in shock.

The Chief Escort, who had been severely injured and dying, now looked as though nothing had happened. Rich vitality radiated from his entire body. Suantou could feel the scorching airwave even from dozens of meters away. The ice and snow hanging at the cave entrance had melted into snow water that dripped ceaselessly down.

"Leave it to me."

Wang Xiaohu picked up the chipped longsaber beside him, walked to the cave entrance, and patted Suantou on the shoulder.

Dozens of bandits wielding longsabers surrounded the entrance. When the man at the forefront saw Wang Xiaohu covered in blood, he could not help mocking him. This brat had killed who knew how many of his brothers. No matter what, he would have his revenge.

"You were offered a way to live, but you refused it. You