Truly Don't Understand

Zhou Cheng leaped up, and together with Qin Meng and the others, landed upon the Ice Snow Phoenix.

The Ice Snow Phoenix carried Zhou Cheng and his group straight into the clouds, and within a few breaths, they had reached the opposite side of the cliff.

Zhou Cheng and the others leaped down.

As they descended, Jiang Chen's great bow appeared, and over a dozen sharp arrows were loosed simultaneously, instantly piercing the brows of a dozen bandit archers below.

The other archers were jolted awake, only to see a curtain of sword light and heavy saber qi descending from the high sky.

As the sword curtain and saber qi fell, they raised a spray of blood.

By the time Zhou Cheng landed on the ground, the thirty-plus archers were already lying in pools of blood. With cold eyes, Zhou Cheng and his companions moved silently toward the depths of the Golden Snake Gang's lair.

Zhou Cheng wore the Demon God Garment, blending perfectly into the night, while Qin Meng and the other three cleared the path ahead. The Golden Snake Gang's various hidden sentries were killed by the four before they could even react.

In particular, Jiang Chen's arrows never missed their mark.

Watching Jiang Chen's archery, Zhou Cheng mused that once he broke through to the Xiantian realm, he would also learn a Xiantian archery technique.

The group pushed forward.

After eliminating two or three hundred men, Zhou Cheng and his companions arrived at the heart of the Golden Snake Gang's lair.

What appeared before them was a mountain clearing the size of a football field, filled with wine tables. Thousands of Golden Snake Gang members were drinking, eating meat, playing finger-guessing games, and laughing—a scene of boisterous revelry.

On stone pillars at the edge of the clearing, dozens of people were tied up, both men and women. It was clear the Golden Snake Gang had pulled off a big job today; these people had just been captured and brought up the mountain.

On the main stage, the Golden Snake Gang leader, Nangong Xie, took a swig of strong liquor and said to the vice leader, Baili, "Send those two little chicks to my room later."

His gaze fell upon the two bound women.

The two women were young, only seventeen or eighteen, and quite pretty—a pair of sisters.

The Golden Snake Gang's vice leader, Baili, laughed heartily, "Don't worry, Leader. I'll have someone scrub those two clean and fragrant, then have them delivered to your room."

Nangong Xie chuckled, the scar on his face appearing all the more sinister as he laughed.

Just then, over a dozen cold glints suddenly shot through the night sky.

Nangong Xie, his eyes hazy with drink, was startled into alertness and abruptly flipped the wine table to block the cold glints.

However, the dozen streaks of light pierced straight through the table in an instant.

A muffled cry of agony rang out.

The bandits on the clearing, who had been drinking and feasting in high spirits, fell silent.

The wine table Nangong Xie had flipped crashed to the ground, while Nangong Xie stood there, staring in disbelief at his own throat and chest.

Over a dozen sharp arrows were embedded in his throat and chest.

Blood was gushing wildly from his wounds.

In the span of a single breath, the main stage had been stained red.

The Golden Snake Gang vice leader, Baili, touched his face, only to find his hand covered in the blood spraying from Nangong Xie's throat and chest.

"Kill!"

A cold, sharp voice rang out in the night.

Qin Meng, Lin Ru, and Yang Yu leaped down from the air and charged into the crowd. Instantly, screams erupted one after another.

The Golden Snake Gang originally had over a thousand members, and after recruiting, they had reached five or six thousand. However, the later recruits were merely street thugs; how could they withstand the likes of Qin Meng and the others, who were all at the seventh level of the Xiantian realm?

"Kill them! Kill them for me!" The Golden Snake Gang vice leader, Baili, snapped out of his shock and roared with bloodshot eyes. He raised his great saber, intending to attack Zhou Cheng, but before he could finish his shout, his throat went cold—it had already been pierced by one of Jiang Chen's arrows.

Baili's eyes bulged as he collapsed beside Nangong Xie.

Although Nangong Xie and Baili were Xiantian experts, they were only at the fourth and third levels of the Xiantian realm; they were no match for Jiang Chen's arrows.

Of course, Jiang Chen was able to slay them so easily because they were careless and underestimated their enemy.

Since the Golden Snake Gang had occupied Vicious Tiger Mountain, no one had ever successfully broken in. The two never imagined they would be suddenly ambushed and killed.

With the leader and vice leader dead, the Golden Snake Gang was left without a head and fell into immediate chaos.

Zhou Cheng unleashed his Wind-Facing Willow Steps, charging into the midst of the gang members. His God-Slaying Saber swung continuously, and every strike claimed a spray of blood.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ten!

Zhou Cheng pushed his Wind-Facing Willow Steps and Demon-Subduing Saber Technique to their limits.

He moved erratically through the crowd, demonic energy surging around his body, appearing like a demon god incarnate.

Finally, the bandits began to flee in panic.

Zhou Cheng continued to brandish his God-Slaying Saber until there were no bandits left on the clearing.

When Zhou Cheng finally stopped, the ground was littered with the corpses of the bandits, lying in every direction.

Wine spilled across the ground, the fragrance of alcohol mingling with the stench of blood in the air.

Zhou Cheng's hand, gripping the God-Slaying Saber, trembled slightly as his chest heaved.

After catching his breath, Zhou Cheng instructed Qin Meng, Lin Ru, and Yang Yu to continue searching for the escaped bandits, then joined Jiang Chen in releasing all those who had been captured and brought up the mountain.

The dozens of people rescued looked at Zhou Cheng and Jiang Chen with eyes full of terror.

Zhou Cheng paid them no mind; he and Jiang Chen re-secured the iron bridge over the cliff, allowing the dozens of people to descend the mountain.

Once they had left, Zhou Cheng and Jiang Chen entered the main hall of the Golden Snake Gang, where a thorough search revealed a secret chamber.

Inside the chamber were crates filled with gold, silver, jewelry, and various weapons.

One large chest was packed with banknotes, each in denominations of one thousand taels.

Zhou Cheng did not stand on ceremony, sweeping away all the gold, silver, jewelry, weapons, and banknotes found within the secret chamber.

Before leaving, Zhou Cheng had the Qilin Divine Beast breathe two mouthfuls of fire, and soon, flames soared into the sky.

The fire on Vicious Tiger Mountain dyed half the sky red, appearing exceptionally magnificent under the glow of the rising sun.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain and gazing at the flames painting the horizon, Zhou Cheng felt a surge of excitement. Is this what it means to act with chivalry and righteousness?

"Young Master, the government troops are coming. We should go," Qin Meng said.

On the official road in the distance, dust billowed as heavily armored soldiers rushed toward them; there were quite a few, likely numbering in the thousands.

Clearly, those rescued from the mountain the night before had already reported the events at Vicious Tiger Mountain.

"Let's go!" Zhou Cheng shouted happily, galloping away on horseback with Qin Meng and the others.

The journey proceeded without incident.

Three days later, Zhou Cheng and his group finally arrived at Ten Thousand Stars Mountain, where the Ten Thousand Stars Sect was located.

Just as Zhou Cheng reached the foot of Ten Thousand Stars Mountain, Su Huang, the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Stars Sect, was discussing Zhou Cheng with the many Supreme Elders in the main hall.

"I have inquired very clearly. Although this Zhou Cheng possesses a Buddhist nature, his martial arts talent is truly mediocre; he is already thirteen years old and has only just broken through to the fourth level of Body Tempering," Supreme Elder Shi Fei said, his brows locked in a frown. "I truly do not understand why the Founder would want to take this Zhou Cheng as his closing disciple!"

"What is even more baffling is that the Founder actually intends for this Zhou Cheng to take charge of the Ten Thousand Stars Sect in the future!"