Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 115 - 91: Blood Saber Ancestor

However, the few people wearing armor looked nothing like soldiers at all. Each one had a roguish air about them, gathered together discussing something unknown, occasionally laughing mischievously.

Among them, their leader was a rather short but solid-looking man.

If anyone from Little Ink Workshop were here, they would surely recognize that this man was Brother Xiong.

Back then, he followed the County Magistrate to exterminate the local Red Lotus rebels.

But they were ambushed, and the entire army was annihilated. These deserters ran like headless flies, fleeing frantically everywhere.

Later, by a twist of fate, they were captured by the Red Lotus rebels, and thus... they took the opportunity to join the Red Lotus rebels.

Even further down the line, as the Red Lotus rebels traveled north, they surprisingly split up. Some small leaders within the Red Lotus rebels, unwilling to venture into the Central Plains, stayed behind with their own followers, began occupying mountains as kings, and colluded with surrounding bandits and strongmen, plotting for the surrounding county towns.

And Brother Xiong followed one such minor leader who, after staying behind, decided to glorify himself by styling himself as "General Qing Xiang."

General Qing Xiang harbored ambitions for the county town.

Conquering the county town and becoming a local emperor, imagine the thrill?

Yet there were many formidable forces in the city, so they could only set their sights on the town.

However, the powers in the town were also difficult to deal with, and recklessly attacking could only lead to defeat.

Thus, General Qing Xiang constantly tried to gather information through various strongmen, waiting for an opportune moment to launch a powerful attack.

During this time, they’ve carried out several large scores, robbing a few passing guilds, distributing grain to eat, alcohol to drink, beauties to enjoy, and it didn’t matter if they died...

Brother Xiong now appeared quite different from before, his physique even more imposing, all because he practiced the "Training Fist Skill" distributed by General Qing Xiang.

This fist skill, it’s not a cultivation skill.

Not everyone in this world can cultivate Shadow Blood through cultivation skill, so others settle for second best with fist skills to strengthen their bodies.

General Qing Xiang once picked people to try cultivation skill first, and it turned out that only one out of five managed to cultivate Shadow Blood, making that person a Decurion.

Understand that this ratio is fairly high since those selected by General Qing Xiang were all strong and sturdy men, the most likely to cultivate Shadow Blood.

Brother Xiong was unlucky, failing to cultivate Shadow Blood, but the "Training Fist Skill" still made him a lot stronger than before.

Coupled with the ferocity cultivated from his days of robbery, murder, and arson, he appeared even more fierce.

To motivate his subordinates, General Qing Xiang promoted some bandits who failed to cultivate Shadow Blood but were still powerful, and Brother Xiong was among them.

Now, Brother Xiong was a Decurion.

He eagerly anticipated returning to Shanbao County.

With his current abilities, anyone like Qian Er or Li Yuan had to bow to his will!

At this moment, Brother Xiong watched his subordinates joking around as they guarded, sitting on a nearby big rock, smiling with a face full of roguishness: "Such small ambition, so little ambition.

When the General attacks Shanbao County someday, I’ll take you guys to tour the county."

A subordinate beside him said, "Brother Xiong seems to be from Shanbao County himself."

Brother Xiong replied, "Of course, I have a woman back in Shanbao County, let me tell you, that woman is really flirty. Back then, when I sneaked into her room, she got all flirty, and once I pulled my belt, I took her right there.

She’s probably grown ripe these past two years, and then... I’ll take you guys along for some fun."

Another subordinate said, "Brother Xiong’s mentioned it many times; that woman is called Feng’Er, Brother Xiong’s woman, so we won’t touch her."

"What woman or not, we’re brothers, sharing hardships together, sharing fortune together, women should be enjoyed together too!" Brother Xiong roared heroically, laughing heartily, "That’s what being carefree means!"

The subordinates clapped their hands and said, "Brother Xiong is loyal."

As they spoke, a fast horse came weaving through the distant canyon, kicking up dust, and stopped below the old tree by the mountain gate.

Brother Xiong’s gaze turned harsh as he stood up from the rock, grabbed his sword, and looked at the newcomer.

Seeing the person’s appearance more clearly, Brother Xiong relaxed, feigned modesty yet curiosity, and called out, "Brother Tie Dan."

The newcomer was indeed the Wild Honored Guest sent by Blood Scissors.

As for "Tie Dan," it was just this Wild Honored Guest’s nickname; few remembered his real name.

Tie Dan glanced at Brother Xiong, just some Decurion.

He snorted lightly, didn’t respond, and directly said, "I need to see General Qing Xiang, there’s urgent business!"

"Alright then, Brother Tie Dan, follow me..."

Brother Xiong eagerly sprang into action, providing guide service.

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Afternoon...

The autumn rain had just ceased.

The sound of clattering hooves broke the tranquility, as figures wrapped in white-trimmed profound robes hurried back to Silver Creek Square.

These were Inner Sect disciples returning with Eighth Grade Demon Beast Meat.

They had received word from Dark Workshop saying the Workshop would hold a small auction, so they went excitedly.

But upon arrival, after searching for a long time, they found the auction was completely illusory.

Joining forces again, they searched everywhere for Dark Workshop but never found it.

Due to the long journey, they only returned to Silver Creek later in the afternoon.

As soon as they arrived at Silver Creek, the strange atmosphere made them warily alert.

Fang Chengbao pulled the reins, rode to the iron gate under the Inner City, and looked up at the gate.

The gate was tightly shut, and a pungent smell of blood wafted from behind.

Fang Chengbao’s expression changed, hurriedly retreated on horseback, and looked into the distance, drawing his sword.

Once the Inner Sect disciples gathered around him, he spoke in a deep voice, "A lot of people have died within the city."