Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 72 Chaos
“There is a large empty area between Jianzhou and Yuxiang that is left unattended. It is mostly villages and towns that live their own lives. Outsiders call this place a chaotic place.”

"Chaos? That sounds pretty normal. How exactly is it chaotic?"

"It's normal, but not quite normal either." Manager Liu explained in detail: "Where there's no one to manage things, things tend to get chaotic. Some villages can't make money, so they gather together and become bandit villages. Others simply go up the mountain to occupy territory and become kings, treating the nearby villages like dogs. Many so-called heroes from the martial arts world also frequently come here, causing chaos in this area."

Hearing this, Lin Jiang's expression became unusually serious:
"Do the bandits carry broadswords?"

Whether someone is carrying a large knife or not is a completely different matter when they block someone's way on the road.

If they only bring farm tools, it means they're from the village begging for food. Usually, giving them some food as a bribe will get them through, or they can simply show their business sign, and most people won't stop them anymore.

If they're wielding large knives, then it's murder and robbery. They're unlikely to rob the caravan of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), but they'll specifically target pitiful people passing by. They're the kind of people who prey on the most vulnerable and vulnerable.

"There are many who carry broadswords, but few who carry farm tools," said Manager Liu. "In fact, quite a few of those who carry farm tools get robbed by those who carry broadswords."

"Aren't there many chivalrous heroes in this area? Don't they care about this?"

"You've never been to the martial world; you've just been fooled by those storytellers," Manager Liu explained to Lin Jiang. "There's a saying in the martial arts world: out of ten heroes, six are bandits, and out of three, one has blood on his hands."

"I understand the six bandits, but what does the second half of the sentence mean?"

"Bloodstained means that although this person claims to be a knight-errant, his hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, whether it is because of some grudges in the martial arts world or simply because he was drunk and accidentally killed someone. In short, when you are out in the martial arts world, it is inevitable that someone with some skills will have such things happen."

Manager Liu sighed:
"They all claim to be chivalrous heroes, but out of ten, you can only find one who looks like a human being. Moreover, most of these so-called heroes are just poor people who haven't even formally learned any skills. They've been struggling in this big melting pot called the martial arts world, and who knows what kind of color they'll be after being fished out from the bottom of the pot."

Ah, the world of martial arts.

So that's how it is.

Lin Jiang had never been exposed to the real world of martial arts before. It was only after Manager Liu pointed it out today that he began to understand what the real world of martial arts was like.

Thinking about it carefully, these wandering travelers in the mountains and rivers probably don't even have travel permits from major towns.

The so-called prestigious sects in the martial arts world are not just those who are "righteous and chivalrous," but rather places where one can actually eat meat and practice proper martial arts.

Other wandering knights-errant are lucky if they can be the tallest among the short and have an inner chamber.

"This place is really chaotic," Lin Jiang sighed. "Big Sauce, if you were dealing with mountain bandits, how many could you handle?"

Chen Dajiang, who was driving, thought for a moment:
“Generally, these mountain bandits only know some basic skills, at most they can be considered as the first level of the Heavenly Realm. The more powerful ones can reach the second level, and the third level can probably make them the chieftain. I can take on ten or so people by myself without any problem, but if there are more people, I can’t keep up with the energy, so I have to run away first.”

The difference between the outer and inner halls isn't that big yet; you can just overwhelm them with sheer numbers.

Chen Dajiang can be overwhelmed by sheer numbers in the outer hall.

"The hands of those wielding the big swords must be stained with a lot of blood."

"Yes, most of the chivalrous heroes in the martial arts world probably got their hands dirty with blood because of various events, but these bandits all had clear purposes in mind when they robbed and caused trouble, and some even went on to do human trafficking."

"It's really frustrating," Lin Jiang said.

"Yeah, it's pretty unpleasant."

After reading these words, Manager Liu paused for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something and shuddered:
"Young Master, you wouldn't be planning to..."

"I certainly wouldn't idly go deep into the forest to search and kill them one by one, but if I encounter them on the way, I naturally can't let them live."

"It's not safe, young master!"

"It's not safe to be robbed either."

The ginseng also popped out from the cuff:

"We definitely have to fight those bandits! They always say they need to leave some money for the toll! They're no good people!"

The young ginseng was full of energy, and Manager Liu didn't know what to say for a moment.

Everyone knows that bandits who rob and plunder are not good people.

But there's a saying in the martial arts world: "Don't meddle in other people's business."

Those who always like to meddle in other people's business often end up losing their lives.

Manager Liu thought for a long time.

Logically, he should have advised Lin Jiang to "avoid the bandits" because "the bandits are too dangerous."

But when he thought about how everyone in the mansion had been talking about Lin Jiang's great abilities during the time he was sick, he gave up the idea.

When I traveled this mountain path before, even though I was in the martial arts profession, I would occasionally be deducted some money from my account.

Memories of dealing with bandits flooded his mind, none of them pleasant. Manager Liu stroked his beard and said, "Indeed, those highway robbers deserve to die."

……

There is a village in this chaotic place, named Niu Fen (Cow Dung). The villagers make a living by growing grain. The population is not much, but there are few young and strong people in the village, and many old, weak and sick people.

Few people visit the village. There is plenty of farmland around it, and some farmers raise chickens and cattle, so they are quite self-sufficient.

But today, the village entrance is in a mess.

A burly, beardless man sat with his legs crossed on a cart. In front of him lay a corpse, an old man, with a large gash in his neck and his head held together by only a layer of skin, the blood already congealed.

Several other bandits stood behind him, checking the grain sack by sack.

"The quantity is correct."

After the bandits finished counting, they reported the number to the man. The man smiled, drew his broadsword from his waist, and patted the young man with the back of the blade.

"Kid, we're a bunch of honest grain collectors. If you're not capable, don't act like a big shot. You think you're some kind of Daoist master who can ride the clouds? If you really have that kind of skill, then show us how you fly!"

The young man was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, his face was swollen, and there was a mark in the middle that looked like the sole of his foot.
"Kill me if you can!"

The man gave a cold laugh but didn't reply.

They had a set pattern for killing people: first, they only killed the old, who offered little resistance; second, they only killed orphans, so that killing orphans wouldn't cause their entire family to fight them to the death.

As for this young man...

The man stared at him for a moment, then laughed:

"You look quite like the village chief of this village."

"What do you mean? Whether you kill me or torture me, what business is it of anyone else's?"

“Of course it’s related,” the man laughed. “If I chop you up, your family will probably go crazy. If I don’t chop you up, they’ll probably cause trouble for us afterwards.”

The man drew his knife and pointed it at the young man's shoulder:

"How about this, I'll chop off your arm."

Just as he was gesturing to his arm, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves.

Turning his head, the man saw a magnificent carriage approaching from afar, with a man with short hair and a somewhat wooden expression sitting on top of the carriage.

The most conspicuous thing was the long stick next to the man, with rolling iron at both ends.

A younger bandit approached the man:
"Brother, this carriage is loaded! There must be a lot of silver inside!"

"Your brain is as bad as a dog or a donkey in the field." The man slapped his underling across the face: "You brought such a small group of people into this area, do you think the coachman's skills are at least at the highest level?"

The younger brother's face was swollen from being slapped: "Then what do we do?"

The man ignored his clueless underling, glanced at the carriage, didn't move, but tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.

After the coachman noticed this, he whispered something into the carriage, and the carriage slowly came to a stop.

“Good brother, we old buddies are actually from Pingtou Mountain nearby. We came down the mountain today to do business and don’t want any trouble. I’ll tell you our gang name. You protect your master as he goes, so as not to hurt our relationship later.” The man called out in the direction of the carriage.

The driver, who looked somewhat blank, didn't speak, but the carriage door was pushed open.

Lin Jiang got off the train.

He first looked at the dead old man on the ground, then at the bandit holding a large knife in front of him.

Within the scope of the technique, the heads of this group of people were a mixture of red and yellow.

Hostility mixed with vigilance.

Lin Jiang said with a smile:
"Are you all here to do business? I also have business and would like to do business with you."

The leading man sized up Lin Jiang, who exuded an air of nobility:

"Young master, please speak."

"I have a treasure that needs to devour the souls of evil people. How many of you would be a good fit? Would you like to sell your souls to me?"

(End of this chapter)