Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 641 A Hundred Villages, Bloodshed! (Two Chapters Combined)

Qingshi Village is just a small village with only forty or fifty households and two or three hundred people.

That day, after they finished their farm work, they all gathered in an open space in the village.

"Thank you for your kind words." Gu Qingfeng kicked a martial artist to the ground, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and smiled politely.

Song Yiyan, standing to the side, stretched lazily, finding the competition utterly uninteresting.

The dozen or so outlaws of the martial world, whose highest cultivation level was only at the seventh or eighth stage of Body Refinement, couldn't even generate internal energy, let alone anything else.

Even if a hundred more opponents like that came, it would only take her a few sword strikes to defeat them.

Unlike Gu Qingfeng, who was gentle and refined, she stepped forward and said, "You all come at me together. After we're done fighting, we might still have time to compete for spots with other villages."

"You said it yourself!" A man with triangular eyes and disheveled hair said menacingly, carrying a crudely made long knife.

He winked at the others; compared to Gu Qingfeng, Song Yiyan seemed much easier to deal with.

Ignoring everything else, the group surrounded Song Yiyan.

"Hey, this isn't the right thing to do." The old village chief tried to stop him when he saw this.

"Old man, this is what she asked for herself, not what we suggested." The man with the triangular eyes said, his hands moving without slowing down. He suddenly swung his knife at the little girl, not giving the old village chief a chance to say anything.

He was determined to get that spot in the next round.

For someone like him, the Nine Provinces War or the Imperial Martial Arts Tournament are of little concern to him.

He only cares about his own immediate interests.

If he advances to this round, he will be able to gain exposure in front of some powerful and influential people in the town. At that time, he may be able to get a job as a guard, or he may be able to use this resume to find a job in the government. It would be a viable way out.

So what does it matter if he brandishes a knife at a little girl?

Unfortunately, he was completely unaware of the kind of opponents he was facing today.

Song Yiyan didn't draw her sword; she merely twirled it in her palm, and the exquisite silver scabbard shone with a dazzling light.

The light was so dazzling it almost blinded the group of roughnecks, who looked on incredulously.

The next moment, Hua Guang sent each of them flying more than ten meters away, their faces contorted in pain, unable to stand up for a long time.

"Now the spots are ours, right?" Song Yiyan said to the old village chief with a smile.

"Oh, young lady, you're quite capable. The spot for Qing Shi Village is yours." The old village chief was also taken aback, and then immediately said.

The man with the triangular eyes was the first to struggle to his feet, and his eyes were filled with nothing but fear as he looked at Song Yiyan.

"I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I have offended you, young lady and young master. Please forgive me."

Faced with such a vast disparity in strength, he dared not show any further defiance and repeatedly apologized.

If Song Yiyan pressed him any further, he would immediately kneel down and beg for mercy.

Fortunately, Song Yiyan was not a person who killed indiscriminately, and she didn't say much, just letting the group of people leave in a hurry.

"Gentlemen, the village battle will be held in three days. Please make sure you arrive on time. According to the rules, if you are late, your spots will be forfeited."

Seeing that Song Yiyan was about to leave, the old village chief kindly reminded her.

"I understand, sir. Thank you for letting me know," Gu Qingfeng replied with a gentle smile.

"What are your plans next, Miss Song?" Gu Qingfeng asked Song Yiyan as soon as they left the village.

“The opponent you just faced was really boring. Why don’t you and I have a match and see whose sword is sharper?” Song Yiyan’s eyes darted around, and she suddenly made a request for a sparring match.

Gu Qingfeng shook his head and suggested, "Since Miss Song and I get along so well, why don't we save this competition for last and have a contest in front of Emperor Wu? Wouldn't that be even better?"

Song Yiyan tapped her smooth chin with her finger, "Alright, let's save it for last, that will be more interesting."

Gu Qingfeng chuckled, "I plan to stay in Fengcheng for three days to see if there are any traces left by the Martial Emperor. What about you, young lady?"

“Then I’ll go take a look too. But you don’t need to have any expectations. If you want to pay homage to Emperor Wu, you’ll have to go to the main city of Cuibai.” Song Yiyan said as she followed with her hands behind her back.

"I see. It seems you know quite a bit about that Emperor Wu."

"of course"

The Kyushu Martial Arts Tournament is in full swing, and the fervor it has generated has covered almost every corner of Kyushu.

The common people talked about during their leisure time which young talents and heroes had emerged from the recent Kyushu Martial Arts Tournament.

Which veteran martial artists have reached the level of grandmaster, established their own schools, and become a new force in local martial arts?

The martial arts tournament, held once every ten years, is open to everyone, regardless of their martial arts skills!

This is the main reason why the Kyushu Martial Arts Tournament has spread so widely. In addition, the continuous promotion by local governments has made the Kyushu Martial Arts Tournament more and more popular each time.

This year, the surge is unprecedented.

On the other side, outside a large city in the southern part of the Green Cypress Road, in a scenic valley, hundreds of thousands of villagers gathered.

Today is the second day of the village battle tournament in this city.

There were outside martial artists vying for promotion spots, and there were also strong but untrained villagers who were fighting each other with their fists to see who could knock whom down.

The cheers from the surrounding villagers were deafening.

At the same time, there was also a lot of cursing. Most villagers naturally supported the villagers they had selected, but when they encountered villages with whom they had a grudge, it was inevitable that personal wins and losses would escalate into a war of words between the villages.

If it weren't for the arrival of officials from the city government to maintain order, these villages would probably have already rolled up their sleeves and started a chaotic brawl in the valley.

On several small hillsides, people from the town and even the city had gathered.

They represent a faction and intend to use this occasion to select some promising talents to take back and cultivate.

If properly nurtured, these simple, even naive villagers can easily be trained into loyal subordinates, or even die-hard loyalists.

Just as the competition reached its peak, an unexpected incident occurred.

Suddenly, an ordinary villager burst forth from the field, tearing apart the bodies of more than a dozen people who were fighting with their bare hands!

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the scene was too gruesome to bear.

The lively atmosphere that had filled the valley vanished in an instant.

Everyone froze, staring in horror at the villager who had struck so cruelly.

The screams erupted, and the villagers watching from the entire valley were thrown into chaos.

"how so!"

"Master! Master!"

"You bastard, what have you done!"

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A jumble of sounds reached my ears. The villager who had been tearing someone apart was covered in blood and dirt. He tilted his head back slightly and looked around with a dazed expression.

"It's so noisy," the villager said, his eyes gleaming with an invisible yet powerful soul force that rippled across the entire valley.

The next moment, tens of thousands of villagers collapsed to the ground in droves, like wheat that had been cut down.

This also included those outside martial artists who had obtained a spot to participate in the competition; they all rolled their eyes, collapsed to the ground, and had no way to resist.

The villager who had committed all this, standing alone in the valley, then took a step forward.

As he passed by, the bodies of the unconscious villagers rapidly withered, their flesh peeling off themselves and turning into a stream of blood that flowed into the bodies of the walking villagers.

Hollow wails and mournful cries echoed from the air; these were the souls of the villagers who had died mysteriously, their flesh and blood extracted and then continuously collected and devoured by the villagers.

This villager's body was like a bottomless pit. He walked along like this, and before long, he had taken away the flesh, blood, and souls of tens of thousands of villagers!

"You, you, a demon from hell!"

In the sea of ​​corpses, the official with innate strength who came from the city lord's mansion could also feel his life force draining away, but he did not die from having his flesh and soul power drained like the other villagers.

He was still barely holding on with his last breath of innate energy until the villagers walked up to him.

He saw a pair of deep, eerie eyes, and through those eyes, he seemed to see an endless darkness.

His voice trembled and stammered, making it impossible to tell whether the person before him was a demon or a ghost.
In any case, it could never be a human like him.

"No, you used to call me the World-Destroying Beast," the villager said, raising his foot to crush the head of the innate martial artist, pulling away his flesh, blood, and soul.

"That's great. Maybe we can go to another one; we should still have time to escape."

As the villagers spoke, they hummed a folk song from the village as they strolled away from the secluded valley.

Soon, the stench of corpses and blood in the area attracted many wild beasts and vultures.

For them, this was definitely a rare feast.

The martial arts tournament of a hundred villages surrounding Maple City was held in an abandoned outpost in the wilderness.

This garrison has existed for decades.

Back then, border troops were stationed here to resist the invasion of the demon race. Now that the Nine Provinces are unified, it is almost impossible for large-scale demon invasions like those in the past to happen again.

Therefore, this military outpost was abandoned. Only when the Kyushu Martial Arts Tournament was in full swing would the outpost be temporarily put to use as a relatively suitable competition venue, which was not too far from the villages and convenient to travel back and forth.

Outside the camp, a middle-aged farmer dressed in hemp clothes, straw sandals, and a straw hat, with dark skin, was walking towards them.

Upon closer inspection, there are still some dark red bloodstains on the brim of the straw hat and on the straw sandals.

The shouts coming from inside the camp were deafening, like a tsunami, indicating that there were a large number of people inside.

"Thankfully, it's not over yet." The farmer smiled, but there was an eerie feeling about it.

He was the very man from the village who had emerged from the valley earlier!

She was still humming a village tune, her steps light and quick.

"Who are you?" Two villagers guarding the rusty iron gate of the village looked at the middle-aged farmer with furrowed brows.

"Me!" The farmer continued walking, passing the two villagers guarding the area.

Soon, two shriveled corpses, devoid of flesh and blood, appeared on the ground.

The farmer reached out and touched the iron gate, which opened as easily as tofu, allowing him to walk in effortlessly.

Inside, the fierce battle between the villages was raging, and no one paid any attention to the seemingly ordinary middle-aged villager standing nearby.

The middle-aged villager only watched for a moment, intending to directly harvest the flesh and soul power, but the next moment his attention fell on the two people in the arena.

Gu Qingfeng, who looked like a noble young master, and Song Yiyan, who was dressed as a young lady.

These two individuals' cultivation levels stood out from the crowd of villagers and martial artists; they were simply not in the same league.

The moment the doubts arose in his mind, he dispelled them.

"Although my body can only bear limited power, dealing with these two little guys should be a piece of cake."

The faint light in the eyes of the middle-aged villagers gradually reappeared.

Without any warning, starting with the villagers closest to him, lives were continuously taken, like dominoes falling one after another.

Gu Qingfeng, who was standing with his arms crossed, waiting for his next opponent, suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart.

The frantic thought of crisis suddenly tightened his previously relaxed nerves.

He suddenly looked at the spot where the crowd had first fallen and locked his gaze on the middle-aged villager who was causing trouble.

It was hard for him not to notice, after all, he was the only one standing alone in that area.

Clang!
Song Yiyan, who had been idly standing to the side, was the first to draw her sword. The nine martial meridians in her body erupted with surging innate energy, which gathered in her whole body and the sword in her hand.

At this moment, the power of cultivation, which was approaching the perfect state of the Innate Realm, was fully displayed.

Without saying a word, she stabbed at the strange farmer.

In her view, the other party was undoubtedly the culprit who killed so many villagers.

With people dying every second, it is natural to do everything possible to stop the slaughter.

"Miss Song, be careful! The other party is not a demon in disguise. Their methods are sinister and unpredictable!"

Gu Qingfeng was surprised that Song Yiyan had rushed forward the moment he hesitated, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, they had already developed some friendship. He couldn't bear to see the girl facing danger alone, so he immediately drew his sword and went over to her.

Meanwhile, in the main city of Cuibai.

The Jade King suddenly opened his eyes and looked south.

A very peculiar energy fluctuation caught his attention.

"What's wrong?" Hu Zhong, who happened to be standing nearby, noticed Cui Wang's unusual reaction and couldn't help but ask.

"Something seems to have happened in the direction of Fengcheng," said Cui Wang as he stood up, intending to go and take a look.

"Is it the work of a powerful demon?" Hu Zhong also stood up and asked.

At such a distance, only a great demon could trigger the Emerald King's perception alarm.

In comparison, his cultivation level was not as strong as that of the Emerald King, and even with his perception spread to its maximum extent, he still could not reach as far as Maple City.

"Go and take a look." Without further explanation, the Jade King transformed into a streak of light and sped away.

In the air, the Emerald King frowned, not for any other reason than the sudden burst of abnormal energy fluctuations that made him feel somewhat uneasy.

He hadn't felt this kind of unease since the unification of the Nine Provinces.

Even when I personally experienced the battlefield against the demon race and faced the demon king, I never felt this kind of heart palpitation.

He desperately wanted to know what had happened on his turf!
(End of this chapter)