An Unexpected Windfall

The scene before them stunned the others as well. They clearly had not expected the child before them to evade that black bandit's sword strike.

Hun Han stamped his foot, and the sword on the ground rose into the air before landing in his hand.

"Third Brother is dead!"

One of the companions walked over to the fallen black bandit, checked his breathing, and cried out in utter shock.

"Kill him!" the apparent leader of the black bandits barked coldly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Before his words had faded, a ghostly figure darted rapidly through the field. Several streaks of silver flashed past, and in the blink of an eye, several more black bandits fell to the ground.

"Bastard! Die!"

This unexpected turn of events drove all the black bandits into a frenzy. One after another, they brandished their weapons and charged at Hun Han.

However, the black bandits' movement techniques were far inferior to Hun Han's. Their attacks could only strike the overlapping shadows behind him. Whenever they believed they had killed Hun Han, they had merely struck the afterimage he had left behind. Occasionally, someone did manage to hit him, leaving several wounds on his body. Yet Hun Han was like a wild beast, growing fiercer the longer he fought.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

Before long, relying on the movement technique he had obtained by signing in from Qin Lan, Hun Han had slain most of the more than thirty black bandits. The final surviving bandit lay sprawled on the ground, staring at Hun Han in sheer terror.

"In your next life, before you decide to make a move, remember to assess the difference in strength between both sides. Don't assume someone is easy to bully just because they're a child. Remember this: brats are not to be provoked!"

With a thought from Hun Han, he moved like a ghost. The sword in his hand slashed out, and blood sprayed wildly from the man's throat. After clutching his throat and twitching several times, the man stopped moving forever.

Hun Han tossed away the sword and gazed indifferently at the more than thirty corpses lying on the ground. As expected of the Black Corner Region. The moment I entered, it taught me such an important lesson. Fortunately, the strongest among them was only a four-star Dou Zhe, and their Dou Skills weren't of a high grade. Otherwise, I wouldn't have escaped so easily today.

Although Hun Han's Qi Cultivation was only at the level of a two-star Dou Zhe, he was no ordinary two-star Dou Zhe.

A Dou Zhe's Qi vortex had limited capacity. A high-level cultivation method could make a Dou Zhe's Dou Qi more refined. Given the same quantity, the purer the Dou Qi, the stronger the attack power naturally became. Hun Han cultivated a Heaven-tier technique, so the Dou Qi within his body was naturally incomparable to that of cultivators practicing Yellow-tier techniques.

Furthermore, Hun Han's body could now withstand a strike from a Da Dou Shi. That was the true reason he had been able to win.

"Let's not waste all this blood either!"

Hun Han looked around and, after confirming that there was no one nearby, sat cross-legged and began circulating the Creation Ascending Dragon Art.

As the cultivation method circulated, the blood beneath Hun Han was drawn by an invisible force. It lifted from the ground and seeped into his skin, nourishing his flesh.

After roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Hun Han opened his eyes. Faintly, he could sense that his physical strength had increased a little more.

"First, let's see whether they have a map on them!"

Hun Han began searching the corpses. Since this was not his first time killing someone, he felt no discomfort at all. His hands rummaged over the corpse-like bodies one by one.

Persistence paid off. On one black bandit, Hun Han finally found a map. It was fairly detailed, enough at least to lead him out of the Black Region Great Plain. In addition, he found some gold and silver valuables on the black bandits.

"Now, let's see what they stole from the merchant caravan!"

Hun Han climbed onto the carriage, grabbed the canvas covering it, and gave it a hard tug.

The canvas covering the carriage was torn away, revealing six large chests.

Hun Han opened the first chest. Its contents were nothing surprising: it was filled with an entire chest of Gold Coin.

Next, Hun Han opened the second chest.

"Jade Bottle?" Hun Han paused slightly.

In the past, alchemists often used Jade Bottles to store medicinal pills and herbs. Just as Hun Han expected, all ten Jade Bottles contained a type of medicinal herb. The herbs were not of a high grade, reaching only the third tier.

"Hundred-year Ganoderma, hundred-year ginseng... all ordinary goods."

Hun Han opened seven chests in succession. Each chest contained ten Jade Bottles, and each Jade Bottle held one medicinal herb. The herbs were all low-grade. The highest were merely third-tier herbs, while most were second-tier. It was easy to guess that the merchant caravan these black bandits had robbed was a small caravan transporting medicinal herbs.

When Hun Han opened the ninth chest, he was slightly taken aback. It also contained a Jade Bottle, but only one. Only then did Hun Han notice that the remaining two chests were noticeably smaller than the others.

"Kept alone in one chest... what kind of treasure could it be?"

Filled with curiosity, Hun Han took out the Jade Bottle. When he opened its cap, flame-like smoke rose from within. The temperature in the air faintly rose by several degrees, and an intense heat that seemed capable of scorching one's lungs and entrails emanated from inside the bottle.

"Th-this is Fire Spirit Flame Spring!"

Hun Han was stunned, his eyes brimming with delight.

As a transmigrator, Hun Han had not wasted the past six years. Whenever he had nothing to do, he had diligently studied ancient texts on medicinal herbs. That was why he could recognize these herbs at a glance now.

The medicinal herb in Hun Han's hand was not low-grade. In terms of rarity, it was fully comparable to the Ice Spirit Cold Spring from the storyline.

"Damn, I actually got something this good. I can totally use it to trade Gu Te for Ice Spirit Cold Spring later!" Hun Han said aloud, though he was not actually foolish enough to think so.

The Fire Spirit Flame Spring was indeed on par with the Ice Spirit Cold Spring in rarity. However, it was far more sought after than the Ice Spirit Cold Spring. The reason was simple: it was extremely useful to Dou Zhe who cultivated Fire Attribute techniques, especially alchemists. Even if one did not cultivate a Fire Attribute technique, one could still use it to curry favor with an alchemist.

Hun Han sealed the bottle and placed it into his storage ring. Then he opened the final chest.

"A scroll?"

The final chest contained only a scroll. With curiosity, Hun Han slowly opened it. Upon seeing the line of small writing on it, he froze completely. "No way... it's actually the Flying Dou Skill - Thunder Bat Sky Wings!"