Making bandits serve as sparring partners

"It smells so good! I finally leveled up again! Master, you're simply amazing!"

Guagua drifted wildly around the space in excitement.

As long as Yun Manman gave the order to strike, either death or resentment would benefit the space.

Yun Manman said with some disdain, "I'm sick of hearing that line. You'll probably be praising me often from now on, so you can start thinking up new phrases."

Guagua turned into a huge hole in shock. Heavens!

Had its master actually learned to joke?

Yun Manman tossed the heap of human mush straight down from the loft. When the bandits saw how this woman had injured their chief, every one of them attacked even more fiercely.

Yuanwei, Yun Lin, and the others had already joined the battle. Yun Manman flew toward another spot, where Yun Lin and Yun Chuan had left marks.

Yun Manman waved the storehouse door open and, seeing the gold, silver, jewels, paintings, and calligraphy inside, put them into her space without hesitation.

Whatever she saw was hers.

Yun Manman swept an indifferent gaze over the scene below. Seeing that the battle ahead still had not ended, she frowned slightly in dissatisfaction.

She flew into the middle of the fighting, her purple eyes keenly observing everyone's movements.

"Yun Ting, why are you so slow? If you can't subdue your opponent before he strikes, you'll be the one who dies!"

Yun Ting's expression sharpened, and his hands moved faster. His opponent, unable to hold out, had just begun to retreat when Yun Ting severed his wrist. Blood spattered, and a scream rang out.

"Yun Mo, the sword in your hand is your hand and your heart. Uniting hand, sword, and heart is the true essence of swordsmanship. Close your eyes, focus, and silently recite the cultivation method. Let your hand follow your heart, and your sword follow your hand. Strike!"

Even though a vicious bandit stood before him, Yun Mo closed his eyes the instant Yun Manman finished speaking. His mind held nothing but the cultivation method she had taught him.

The bandit facing him was the second chief, whose eyes blazed with wild delight. This man had been rather troublesome to handle, but he had never expected him to be so foolish as to listen to a woman in a situation like this.

"Closing your eyes while killing someone? Fool! I'll send you on your way!"

The second chief gathered internal energy in his hand, his blade brimming with killing intent.

Yet Yun Mo's sword struck faster than his saber. A figure flashed past, followed by searing pain in his shoulder, and the saber in his hand fell straight to the ground.

The second chief's face twisted as he stared at the severed limb on the ground, his pupils contracting in disbelief.

"My... my arm! My arm! Ah! I..."

Then he passed out...

"Yun Lin, when your martial arts aren't enough to kill your opponent, use what you're best at to stabilize the situation first, then plan your next move. You'll still be the victor!"

Delight lit Yun Lin's eyes. Why hadn't he thought of using drugs? That was what he did best!

Yun Manman's voice was cool and calm as she moved freely through the crowd, offering pointers.

The bandits, however, were nearly driven mad with anger. The longer they fought, the more they suffered, because after this woman's guidance, these people had all miraculously become much stronger.

In the end, the third chief was the first to throw down his saber. His eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Yun Manman, but his voice was utterly furious.

"Can you fucking show a little respect? I'm a bandit, not a sparring partner!"

"Exactly! I've never been such a pathetic bandit in my life! I quit! Boohoo..."

"Me too! I'm not playing along anymore! Kill us if you want! I'm exhausted!"

The few bandits still standing behind him all threw down their weapons.

Their faces flushed as they panted heavily, glaring fiercely at Yun Mo and the others before squatting behind the third chief in a sulk.

Yun Xiao went straight over and kicked them to the ground. "Watch your mouths! Who gave you permission to shout at our master?"

Yun Manman raised her brows and was just about to speak when Yun Yi flew over from behind her.

"Sister Man, government troops are coming from up ahead. They should be people from the county office, here to arrest these bandits."

Yun Manman nodded and addressed everyone in a low, unhurried voice.

"That concludes today's training. You completed your tasks very well. Move out!"

"Yes!"

The third chief looked at Yun Manman, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully. "Honored heroes, I'm feeling a little unwell today, so I won't see you off any farther. Until we meet again."

Yun Mo cast an indifferent glance at the third chief and said gravely, "Don't look at what you shouldn't. You only have one life!"

With that, he followed the group, soon vanishing without a trace.

The third chief felt that today had been both lucky and unlucky!

Before he could catch his breath, footsteps and the clatter of armor rang out. Then they were surrounded again!

The bandits showed no panic at all at the sight of the government troops surrounding them. They had survived such a terrifying ordeal; a little scene like this could not rattle them!

The county magistrate stared at the bandits strewn across the ground and the women squatting nearby. His mouth fell open in shock, and for a moment, he did not know what to ask.

Mo Beiyuan looked at the scene before him, somewhat surprised, then asked in confusion, "What happened here?"

The third chief saw that the man before him wore robes as white as snow, rather similar to the young woman's clothes. He had sensed no emotional fluctuations whatsoever from that young woman, but this man exuded an innate majesty. He hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

"All two hundred and eight members of our Longevity Stronghold are here. Not one escaped, and not one died. I am the stronghold's third chief. I'm willing to confess everything, and I beg you, my lord, to show me leniency."

The county magistrate and the government troops were once again shocked speechless. Were these really bandits? Why did this overturn everything they knew?

Mo Beiyuan swept his gaze over everyone on the ground. Most had severed limbs, yet truly, not a single person had died. He said gravely,

"This prince is asking what exactly happened here. Why did you end up like this?"

Hearing the white-robed man call himself "this prince," all the bandits exchanged glances. Wasn't the prince here in their northwest none other than Mo Beiyuan, the Prince of the Northern Garrison?

All the bandits hurriedly dropped to their knees, trembling, and scrambled to tell their stories, hoping the prince would show them leniency.

"A woman in white barged into the stronghold with thirty-two people. Without saying a word, they started beating us, humiliating us and bullying us in every way, but just wouldn't kill us."

"No! There were thirty-three people! That woman also crippled our chief and made us serve as sparring partners for those people!"

"Yes! We actually had to spar for a whole hour. I've never been this tired in my life."

The county magistrate and the government troops all stared blankly. Were these people really bandits?

Why did the people they were describing sound more like bandits?

Sensing the imposing aura emanating from the Prince of the Northern Garrison, the third chief hurriedly stopped everyone's complaints and gave a full account of what had happened.

Mo Beiyuan raised a hand, and all the bandits were dragged away.

Listening to the troops' report, the county magistrate could not help rebuking angrily,

"Outrageous! That woman actually emptied the storehouse! Men..."

Mo Beiyuan raised his brows at this and calmly interrupted the county magistrate's order.

"County Magistrate Yang, you received such a generous gift from her today without losing a single soldier. Shouldn't she be entitled to a little gold and silver?"

The county magistrate shuddered at those words and hurriedly knelt to beg forgiveness. "Forgive me, Your Highness. This humble official was muddleheaded and failed to think it through for a moment. She should take it, she certainly should. Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness. This humble official will take his leave."

The county magistrate put away his displeased expression. Thinking of it that way, the prince's words were indeed not without reason.

He had thought today would be a fierce battle and had even gone specifically to invite the Prince of the Northern Garrison over.

But in the end... never mind. This was the best possible outcome!