During this period of time, Chuyun Kingdom seemed to be shrouded in an unsettling atmosphere.
Conflicts within the country had clearly become more frequent.
It was as though the cultivators had all grown far more irritable.
Although the Yue Family, who managed Yue Family Town, had vaguely sensed this atmosphere of unease, they had never imagined that this fire of unrest would burn its way onto them.
Along the vast, ten-thousand-li fringe of the Qingyang Monster Beast Mountain Range, aside from the large and small families, sects, gangs, and other factions stationed there to flourish and multiply, there were also all manner of roving bandits—some intercepting and killing itinerant traders, others taking the chance to plunder towns and marketplaces.
These bandits relied on the vast mountains and rivers, active across this broad expanse of land like packs of hyenas on the grasslands. The moment they spotted an opportunity or a weakness, they would swarm forward in a flood.
But once they realized they had made a mistake and bitten into something too hard to chew, they would scatter and flee.
When you advanced, they retreated; when you retreated, they advanced. When you pursued, they fled; when you fled, they pursued.
Bandits like these, gathering within the span of a breath and vanishing by morning and evening, were like flies—utterly revolting, yet exceedingly difficult to eradicate.
In the end, they could only be left alone.
Unless the bandit forces grew too numerous and began threatening the overall strength of the various factions throughout the Qingyang Monster Beast Mountain Range, or committed some appalling atrocity, the cultivation powers would join forces to carry out a sweep of the bandits across this vast region.
Yet because of the terrain and the Qingyang Monster Beast Mountain Range itself, such bandits could never be completely