Xuanxia

Chapter 309: Qi Ran Rises Again
On Luoyi Street, Fu Qingzhou rode his horse at full speed, heading south.

"Didn't those Northern Barbarians want the Immortality Pill?" The Smoker asked in his mind, "Why are they in such a hurry to find you now? Don't they want the magic pill? And how did they know you were from Xijiao Village in Bailu Mountain?"

Fu Qingzhou kicked the horse's belly fiercely and responded, "This is a test."

"Testing?"

The smoker was startled at first, then reacted: "You mean, they are not sure whether you are the person they are looking for, so they use this letter to test you?"

"Yes." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "If I were not the person they were looking for, I would not be so surprised to see this letter, nor would I give up such an important meeting and leave alone."

The smoker exclaimed, "Why are you going? Isn't this just delivering it to your door?"

But soon, it realized something and smiled sinisterly, "I understand. You are afraid of letting them escape... You kid, do you have another vicious plan?"

"A vicious plot? Not really." Fu Qingzhou laughed, "It's just that their little trick is no different from playing house in my opinion."

"But there really is a seventh-level shaman beside the little prince." The Smoker laughed and said, "Even if your friends will come, you have to go into danger alone to lure them out. Aren't you afraid of death?"

Fu Qingzhou also smiled and said, "With an old ghost like you here, what should I be afraid of?"

The smoker was startled, then became furious: "Damn it, you want to use me again!"

"Don't think I don't know..."

Fu Qingzhou said with a sigh, "You have been so quiet these days, you must have learned a lot from the Xuanxing Divine Iron last time, right? You can't take the benefits and not help me, right?"

“Oh, this, this…” The smoker felt a little embarrassed: “I haven’t understood much…”

As he spoke, Fu Qingzhou had already ridden his horse out of the city and was running towards the outside.

Sangmen Village is a small village that makes a living by raising silkworms and selling silk. It is not located directly south of Luoyi, but it is roughly the same distance away. There are road signs on the official road. Forty miles is not far. After riding his horse for about half an hour, he arrived outside the village.

But before entering the village, Fu Qingzhou's expression changed, his nostrils moved slightly, and he smelled a strong smell of burnt and blood.

"What did the Northern Barbarians do?!"

His pupils shrank, and he had a very bad premonition.

Fu Qingzhou dismounted and walked into the village. From a distance he saw a large number of crows circling in the sky.

After entering the village again, after only a hundred steps, you will arrive at the center of the village.

I saw that the open space in the center of the village was filled with corpses!

There were more than a hundred corpses, and they seemed to have died not long ago. They were piled up into a small hill. Pairs of empty eyes were looking up at the sky. Countless crows were circling around the pile of corpses, and a large number of crows had landed on the pile and started eating the rotten flesh.

Fu Qingzhou's eyebrows twitched and anger burned in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Suddenly, he gently took off the jade pendant from his waist and put it aside.

"What are you doing?!"

The smoker was shocked: "Don't you still want me to help you?!"

“Originally, that’s what I thought.”

Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "I met a tough opponent and asked you for help - but I also know that you said Qingsongzi forbade you to tell what happened in the past. In fact, you have secrets of your own, and you don't want me to know certain things. Therefore, if the Beiyi people said something, you might stop them."

"I don't really care. Clues can be found bit by bit, and I don't expect to learn too much from them."

At this point, he suddenly smiled grimly: "But now, I have changed my mind. I want to make them suffer a fate worse than death with my own hands. Even if they tell me everything, it won't be enough... and you, don't try to stop me."

The smoker's shouting faded away in Fu Qingzhou's mind little by little and gradually disappeared.

He took off the bow and held it in his hand, then slowly walked towards the pile of corpses.

The crows' eyes had turned green from eating so much that they were not afraid of people at all. They did not panic when someone approached and continued to fly over the pile of corpses.

Fu Qingzhou had a blank expression on his face. He nocked an arrow and shot it into the sky.

Wind arrow!
The arrows stirred up a strong wind, and the violent wind instantly scattered the crows and tore off countless feathers from their bodies, causing them to scream shrilly and flee in all directions with their wings flapping.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the pile of corpses with their entire bodies exposed and sighed deeply.

At this moment, footsteps were heard around him!
Fu Qingzhou didn't need to look back to know that they were the northern barbarians who were besieging them.

"You! Put down your weapons and surrender!"

A rough roar came from behind. Although it was spoken in Dayan Mandarin, the tone was clearly a bit strange.

"Why... do you want to massacre the village?"

Fu Qingzhou asked hoarsely, "They just set a trap to catch me, what did the villagers do wrong?"

"Heh... people from Dayan, just kill them!"

Behind him, a Northern Barbarian laughed harshly: "Besides, you are a little hidden dragon. The shaman said that he must be extremely careful with you. If you don't kill people, how can you gather so many feather spirits?"

Feather spirit?

Fu Qingzhou didn't understand what this was, but looking at the black crows in the sky, he roughly understood something.

"sorry."

He said hoarsely to the pile of corpses, "Under normal circumstances, the Northern Barbarians would not dare to massacre the village outside Luoyi City. They did this vicious plan because of me... It's because of me that you will die."

As he spoke, he suppressed the obscure thoughts in his mind, but did not suppress the boiling anger in his heart. He slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times to the pile of corpses.

When he stood up, his expression was no longer fluctuating, and he was so cold that he seemed to have no emotions, but the compassion in his eyes had reached its peak.

Fu Qingzhou exhaled lightly and said in a deep voice: "Although the Northern Barbarians are a foreign race, it is just a matter of stance for me. I came here today just to ask some questions and capture a few people, not to kill them."

As he spoke, he held the bow in one hand and the sword in the other, and slowly turned around.

There were about thirty or forty northern barbarians surrounding him, all of them wearing the most common civilian linen clothes, but at this time they all had a lot of blood on their bodies, and the scimitars in their hands were even more bloodstained.

"But now..."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes were indifferent: "I will free you from your sins." Without a word, he walked straight towards the Northern Barbarians who were closest to him.

When the Northern Barbarians saw him like this, they suddenly became a little panicked for some reason, but soon they gritted their teeth, mumbled a bunch of Northern Barbarian language, and then all pounced on him!
Facing the oncoming scimitar, Fu Qingzhou did not use his knife.

He had no expression on his face and his figure flashed.

The next moment, the neck of the northern barbarian who was charging in the front was suddenly tightly entangled by the extremely thin bowstring!

He didn't even have time to scream before his head and body were separated and his head flew into the sky!

Amidst the splattering of blood, Fu Qingzhou finally drew his knife.

With a "swish", he stabbed the cracked long sword heavily into the chest of another northern barbarian; at the same time, the bow string once again wrapped around the wrist of the other man, cutting off his wrist!
Blood splattered all over Fu Qingzhou's body and face, but he instead revealed a sinister smile.

Scimitars came at him one after another, but he did not dodge or avoid them at all, allowing the blades to cut into his skin and muscles. Then he pulled out the knives and chopped them down again!
He didn't even need to care where the enemies were because they were everywhere around him.

Every cut penetrates the flesh and draws blood!

Fu Qingzhou couldn't count how many people he had killed. He would chop with all his strength and cut with the bowstring in the most cruel way anything he saw with his naked eyes.

Before he knew it, his knife broke.

The long sword had long been unable to bear the weight, and after cutting through the enemy's flesh and bones time and time again today, it finally broke completely.

But even so, Fu Qingzhou swung the shattering blade at the enemy at the last moment, smashing countless bloody holes in their bodies.

Without his long sword, he drew out his short sword.

The bowstring was already covered in blood, and the bow tips at both ends had pierced countless people's bodies... and Fu Qingzhou's own body was also riddled with holes.

But he seemed unaware of it, feeling no pain or tiredness.

At some point, thick white smoke rose from his body, and he looked like a lit candle. Under the steam of the white smoke, the scars deep enough to see the bones began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This self-healing speed far exceeded his usual level.

His eyes also turned blood red, and although his face was calm as water, the murderous intent emanating from his body had not diminished in the slightest. In fact, it became more violent the more he killed people!
"Oh my god, oh my god?"

Not far away, a very light black smoke that was almost invisible to the naked eye rose from the jade pendant placed in the corner.

In the black smoke, the smoker's voice could be heard muttering to himself, "Fu brat is crazy. I was wondering how Qi Ran Jue could be so content to be suppressed!"

On the other side, the number of Northern Barbarians around Fu Qingzhou was decreasing.

Thirty or forty people? Not enough to kill him.

These thirty or forty people may all be good fighters in the army, and each of them has the strength of the fourth or even fifth realm, but... let alone anything else, most of them are not as good as the young heroes who participated in the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Conference.

And in that illusion, Fu Qingzhou was never afraid when facing dozens of young heroes.

Soon, these Northern Barbarians fell to the ground one after another - they were not all dead. During Fu Qingzhou's indiscriminate killing, many of them had their legs and waists chopped off, but they did not have time to die. They could only fall to the ground and groan meaninglessly.

But Fu Qingzhou had no intention of letting them go.

With red eyes and a gloomy face, he slowly walked up to these people, squatted down, and carefully and slowly cut their necks with a cutting knife.

"rest assured……"

He murmured under his breath, "Your sins end here."

"Damn, this kid is really controlled by Qi Ran Jue!"

The smoker was shocked: "Fuck it, don't smash my jade again!"

Instantly, black smoke billowed from the jade pendant, and it was obvious that it was preparing to do something... but soon, it retracted.

Just because not far away, another person was floating towards them.

He was a skinny man, wearing strange feather clothes. The crows that had been driven away just now surrounded him, making countless ugly cawing sounds.

"Is this the Shaman from the Northern Barbarians?" The Smoker said quietly, "Tsk, let him suffer a little loss from Fu boy first. It won't take too long."

The shaman slowly descended to the top of the pile of corpses and said in a hoarse voice: "I am the Shaman of the Yi tribe, Onan. You are not my opponent. Please follow me. My tribe will give you glory and wealth."

At this time, Fu Qingzhou was squatting beside the last surviving Northern Barbarian, grabbing his forehead and cutting his throat.

Hearing the voice behind him, he slowly stood up and turned his head.

"Wo...Nan?"

Fu Qingzhou's voice was no more pleasant than that of the shaman, and was equally hoarse and eerie: "Are you... the Northern Yi Shaman?"

His current condition is very strange.

His brain was clear and he was still rational. He was not crazy as the smoker said. He was even very clear that because his emotions were greatly fluctuating at this moment, Qi Ran Jue rose up again and suppressed Yi Ran Jue.

But... he didn't reject it.

It's like a smoker who feels choking and uncomfortable when he first learns to smoke, and he knows it will harm his body. But as he smokes more and more and his life becomes really tiring and uncomfortable, smoking becomes a kind of comfort.

This is what Qi Ran Jue was like to him at this moment.

Fu Qingzhou actually felt that he enjoyed it very much.

Onan opened his arms and said calmly, "Or, if you want, try it. My tribe's witchcraft is magical."

As they were talking, footsteps were heard from all directions.

One after another, strange-looking people came out. There were both men and women, and without exception, they were all extremely skinny. Everyone was wearing animal skins and holding wooden staffs. Some wore tiger and leopard skull skins on their heads, and some were covered in wolf skins.

They were followed by ferocious beasts, tigers, leopards, wolves, wild boars... Each of these beasts seemed to have been drugged, and appeared exceptionally strong. There was a strange light in their eyes, and they exuded terrifying murderous intent.

Fu Qingzhou looked a little sad, but his voice was somewhat compassionate: "Ignorant people... if you don't know how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is, what's the point of living?"

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the iron arrow from the quiver and put the bowstring on.

(End of this chapter)