The Bloody Mist Dispelling

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"By the way, Mr. Zongcilang, where did Mr. Kubo and Mr. Tufang go? I didn't see them come for dinner just now either!"

After finishing the meal, Loxi asked Zongcilang.

"Just call me Zongcilang directly—adding 'Mr.' feels way too awkward, since I'm only fifteen, you know." After saying this, Zongcilang looked up at the sky and said, "They went to buy seeds by the wall before dawn. It's time to start planting crops now, or once the warehouse's food runs out, we'll be eating the northwest wind. But they should be back around this time."

Loxi was taken aback and asked in confusion, "By the wall?"

"Yeah!"

Zongcilang nodded, then pointed a finger at the distant area shrouded in thick fog. "Actually, if you climb over that hill over there, you'll see the city wall that surrounds the entire Goa Kingdom. So if we need to buy anything, we have to cross that wall and go to the Border Town of the Goa Kingdom." After saying this, he pointed in the opposite direction from the wall and continued.

"And over there is Golber Mountain. Past that mountain is a place called 'Foosha Village.' Although it's much closer than the Goa Kingdom, it's better to avoid going there if possible, because several bands of mountain bandits are holed up on Golber Mountain. Passing through inevitably brings some trouble."

Loxi nodded in understanding.

"So, where did your companion run off to? I haven't seen him since dinner."

Loxi shook his head. "I don't know, but I think Ina should be preparing for our departure."

"Preparing for departure? Preparing what?"

Zongcilang was startled, a bit confused.

Loxi smiled but didn't answer his question.

Just then, two people walked into the dojo carrying large and small bags. The moment the young man among them saw Zongcilang, his face darkened. "You bastard Zongcilang, you knew full well we were going into town to buy supplies today, and yet you disappeared before dawn, you jerk."

"I didn't disappear, I just accidentally rolled off the bed while sleeping and ended up under it."

"Then why didn't you hear me knocking on your door for ages?"

"I absolutely can't get up before dawn, you know. And it's just this little bit of stuff—Mr. Tufang can carry it himself easily, right?"

"Bastard, don't underestimate this stuff. This is the entire dojo's food supply for the next year!"

"When did I ever underestimate the food? I only underestimated you, Tufang~"

"..."

Kubo Yamato smiled, ignoring his two disciples' daily 'exchange,' and walked straight into the courtyard. He asked Loxi, "How are you feeling?"

Loxi bowed to Kubo Yamato. "Thanks to Mr. Kubo's care, I'm fine now."

"Where did that child go?"

Kubo Yamato looked left and right, and after not spotting Bai Ina, he asked Loxi.

"I don't know either, but he should be back before noon..."

Meanwhile, Bai Ina was currently in a dilapidated residential area, surrounded by a group of ragged, burly men.

Bai Ina held a tattered bundle in his hand, his face cold as he looked at the men around him. Through the opening of the bundle, one could see it was filled with gold and silver jewelry, pearls, and other valuables. At Bai Ina's feet lay several headless bodies.

"Where the hell did this brat come from? How is he so strong?"

"And he doesn't even follow the rules—just kills people and steals the treasure outright."

"Everyone, charge together! Kill him and split the loot!"

"Damn it, my little brother just picked up a pearl necklace, and he killed him for it."

"..."

Though the group surrounding Bai Ina spoke with righteous indignation, their eyes were all greedily fixed on the bundle in his hand.

Because if they could snatch that bundle, they could leave this filthy dump and move into the Border Town of the Goa Kingdom, or even Central Street. Leaving this place was the shared wish of every resident of Terminal Gray. No one would willingly live in this garbage dump, thick with miasma and littered with debris.

Seeing this, Bai Ina's expression grew even colder. He extended his longsword horizontally in front of him, said not a word, and in the next second, charged forward.

In an instant, he reached one man, his sword piercing straight through his heart as blood burst into the air.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone. After all, everyone living here was a ruthless desperado who had committed every evil imaginable—blood-soaked, cruel individuals.

They had all seen people who killed over a disagreement. But a ruthless bastard who said nothing and just swung his sword? They'd never even heard of such a thing.

Bai Ina, however, paid no heed to their shock. His hands didn't stop for a moment. He swung his longsword, leaping straight up, and as he faced the stunned crowd closing in from all sides, killing intent radiated from his body.

His sword stained with blood, Bai Ina was like a raging dragon, carving a vivid wave of crimson through the crowd as he surged forward relentlessly. He showed no mercy, nor did he care if there were innocents among them—anyone who stood in his way was an enemy!

Boundless ferocity, boundless killing intent, spread across the entire battlefield without warning.

Heads flew into the air, severed arms were tossed skyward, some still clutching weapons in their hands.

On those severed hands, the fingers gripping their blades bulged with veins. The warmth of life had not yet left their bodies, but their lives were already gone.

Bai Ina stepped over the fresh corpses strewn across the ground, his clothes drenched in blood as if he had bathed in it. He charged forward wildly, step by step, unstoppable.

Everyone who appeared within Bai Ina's field of vision, good or bad, met only one word: kill!!!

Those who resisted—kill!

Those who fled—kill!

Those who knelt and begged for mercy—kill!

Kill, kill, kill, kill...

These street thugs, steeped in every vice, were no match for his brutal killing techniques, for the endless sharpness and slashes of the longsword in his hand!

Bai Ina said not a single word, charging headlong in a frenzy! Slaughtering without pause...

At this moment, blood gathered into streams, reflecting an eerie scarlet gleam under the sunlight, and under that scarlet gleam, even the sky seemed to turn blood-red.

The pungent stench of blood seemed to drive away even the miasma among the piles of garbage...

That day, every resident of Terminal Gray remembered the figure charging and killing atop the streams of blood.

Though he looked like a brat...

In essence, he was a brutal, bloodthirsty being who could draw his sword and kill without a word... an Asura!!!