Liang Kingdom.
It was an ordinary little kingdom wedged between two great nations. Perhaps all its people would go their entire lives without knowing that beyond Liang Kingdom, apart from the neighboring ordinary kingdoms and dynasties, there was also a world of cultivators.
The world of Immortals, as most people called it.
Liang Kingdom was not in constant chaos, but it was already nearing the end of its dynasty.
Otherwise, how could those refugees have appeared when Lu Qing first arrived?
It was nothing more than natural disasters and human calamities.
When natural disasters descended, they were merciless and cold. When human calamities arose, they became tangled in layer upon layer of conflict, causing this kingdom to wither further with every passing year.
At this time, a foolish ruler sat upon the throne in Liang Kingdom, while powerful nobles and favored ministers held sway. Signs of unrest and rebellion had appeared throughout most regions.
Little Peach Village was a place where peach trees blanketed the hills and fields. In spring, blossoms filled the village, while at harvest, huge peaches hung from the branches, plump and juicy. Yet Little Peach Village was merely the name of this mountain wilderness; there was no village here. The people of the former village had moved away long ago.
Because not far from Little Peach Village stood a place called Little Peach Stronghold. Its inhabitants specialized in robbing wealthy merchants, nobles, and passing traders. Even ordinary folk had to hand over copper coins. These mountain bandits truly carried their heads over their money pouches—people who wanted money but not their lives.
Yet they had not expected to run into someone hard as iron.
Corpses lay scattered across the ground, and an eerie feeling rushed over them.
The strongmen of the stronghold looked at the young