I flew on a sword at the magic academy

The old village chief opened a bag of spirit stones, and a radiant glow emanated from it, attracting the attention of all the bandits and robbers.

"Hehe, old man Ge, you're quite capable. You've actually managed to gather ten catties of spirit stones in such a short time." The bandit leader with a scar on his face stepped forward.

"I would never dare to neglect your orders, sirs," the old village chief said, bowing.

The spirit stones he took out were given to him by Shi Daohan the day before; they weighed eleven jin (approximately 3.5 kg).

Shi Daohan felt that these bandits must be backed by a sect, and she wanted to take advantage of the situation to see if she could take down that sect.

Scarface grabbed a bag of spirit stones, weighed it in his hand, and laughed in an extremely unpleasant way.

"Eleven pounds, you old man know the rules, so I'll let your village off this time."

Just then, a middle-aged man rushed out of the crowd, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the scarred bandit and roared, "We've given you the spirit stones you wanted, but where's my daughter?! Give my daughter back!"

"Your daughter?" The scarred bandit leader sized up the middle-aged man, then laughed loudly, "You mean the girl we brought back a month ago? She was quite a treat, but before we could have our fill, she ran headfirst into a tree and died."

"You bunch of beasts! I'll fight you to the death!"

The middle-aged man burst into tears. He was very strong, and even several able-bodied men in the village couldn't hold him down.

"Third Uncle, don't be impulsive!"

"These bandits have no humanity; don't argue with them."

Several able-bodied young men held him down, worried that he might lose his life in a moment of impulsiveness.

"You bastard, try yelling again!"

The group of bandits behind the scarred bandit leader all stared at the middle-aged man whom the man was mistaken for Third Uncle with hostile expressions.

"Dare to talk back to us again, and we'll slaughter your entire village right now!"

"They're really asking for trouble!"

"My daughter—!" Uncle San knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. He couldn't imagine the terrible inhuman treatment his daughter had suffered after being captured and taken to the bandit stronghold. Now that he knew his daughter was gone, he cried even more heartbreakingly.

The bandits ignored them, but one of them turned to Wang Ping, grinning maliciously, and said, "I remember you have a younger sister, right? She's not very old, but she's quite pretty. Where is she now? I haven't seen her."

"She's probably hiding." Another bandit stepped forward, brandishing his whip, and shouted at Wang Ping, "Go and bring your sister here."

The old village chief couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward, bowing and saying, "Gentlemen, we have already handed over eleven catties of spirit stones as you requested. Please stop harming the people in our village."

"Old man, what business is it of yours? Get out of the way!" A bandit kicked the old village chief aside, then lashed Wang Ping a few times with his whip, saying, "Go and bring your sister here!"

"You beasts, I'll fight you to the death!" Wang Ping's eyes were filled with rage, and he even bit his lip until it bled.

They compromised and did their best to fulfill the bandits' demands. Why? To protect their wives, children, and families from harm. But what was the result?

Third Uncle's daughter, unable to bear the humiliation, was forced to commit suicide. There was also Fifth Uncle's wife, and Seventh Uncle's three daughters who were not even ten years old...

Since compromising still couldn't prevent my family and relatives from being persecuted, what's the point of compromising at all!

"You've really gone too far! You want to fight us to the death?!" A bandit stepped forward and kicked Wang Ping hard to the ground, then whipped him while cursing him.

"You've gone too far!" The old village chief stood up and said in a deep voice, "Even a clay figure has some temper. If you continue to push us like this, then we'll have no choice but to fight to the death!"

The young people in the village were also filled with rage, and they were ready to fight these bandits to the death as soon as the old village chief gave the order.

"Everyone, step back." The scarred bandit leader waved his hand. He still needed the people of this village to do things for him and did not want to provoke public anger at this critical juncture.

He looked at the old village chief and said, "Old Ge, your judgment seems to be quite good. I'm going to give you another task now. If you do well, I won't send anyone to make things difficult for your village anymore."

"What mission?"

"Thirty catties of spirit stones within twenty days."

"What, thirty pounds?"

The scarred bandit leader gave a fake smile and said, "Don't get excited. I've given you twenty days, and this is the last time. If you do well, I guarantee no one will bother your village again."

He patted the old village chief on the shoulder and said, "Twenty days and thirty catties of spirit stones in exchange for a lifetime of peace for your Black River Village. If you can't do it, then you can expect to be massacred."

After saying that, he flipped over and mounted the strange beast, leading a group of bandits and robbers away.

"You bastard, you got off easy this time. Watch out next time!" A bandit lashed Wang Ping several times with his whip before riding away on his beast.

"Those sons of bitches!"

"How come that heartless wretch wasn't struck by lightning?!"

The villagers were furious. Watching the bandits strut away, they all clenched their fists.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The middle-aged man, who was called Third Uncle, screamed and cried out, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

Shi Daohan saw this, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Do you want revenge, Third Uncle? If you want revenge, come with me."

The old village chief and the others looked surprised upon hearing this, but they didn't ask any further questions. They guessed what Shi Daohan was going to do. It was good that he brought his third uncle along, otherwise he would definitely be unable to bear the blow and die of exhaustion.

After leaving Heihe Village, the bandits went to seven or eight other villages and collected more than twenty catties of spirit stones before finally riding off into the distance.

Their stronghold was in Luhe Village, more than 300 miles away from Heihe Village. Shi Daohan and his third uncle followed at a leisurely pace.

"We only collected a little over fifty catties of spirit stones in total. I don't know if that will be enough to meet Sect Master Lin's needs for breaking through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm." The scarred bandit leader began to tally up the day's harvest after returning to his stronghold.

Shi Daohan brought his third uncle to the outside of Luhe Village. With his powerful divine sense, he heard the whispers of the scarred bandit leader and also heard the name of the Li Huo Sect.

"It seems they do indeed have a sect acting as their protector." Shi Daohan turned to his third uncle and asked, "Third Uncle, have you ever heard of the Li Huo Sect?"

"The Li Huo Sect... I've heard people talk about it before. It seems that this area within a seven-mile radius is the sect's territory." As Uncle San spoke, he stared intently at a banyan tree stained with blood inside Lu Ge Village.

Seven hundred li is an astonishing range in the mortal world, but it's nothing in the cultivation world; it's just a small sect or cult.

Seeing his third uncle's expression, Shi Daohan sighed silently, patted his shoulder and said, "The dead cannot be brought back to life, try to think more positively."

The Luhe Village was occupied by more than sixty bandits. Only the bandit leader with a scar on his face was at the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm. The rest were at the Middle or Early Stages of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"So the threshold for becoming a bandit in the desolate state is this low. I overestimated the fighting strength of these people," Shi Daohan muttered to himself, before leading his third uncle into Luhe Village.

"Who goes there, daring to..." a bandit shouted.

"puff"

Shi Daohan pointed directly with his finger, and a sword beam shot out from between his fingers. A bloody hole appeared on the bandit's forehead, and he fell backward to the ground.

"Who dares to cause trouble here?!"

With a whoosh, all the bandits were alerted and surrounded Shi Daohan and his group from all directions.

"So it was you, you bastard. Did you bring your sister along?"

"And it turns out she's an even more beautiful and charming young lady!"

"This is truly the best of the best! Brothers, we're in luck today!"

The bandits didn't notice the corpse lying on the ground not far away. Their eyes were burning as they looked Shi Daohan's beautiful body up and down, and they walked forward with their lips licked, oblivious to their own danger.

Only the bandit leader with the scar on his face sensed that something was wrong and tried to escape immediately, only to find that the space was sealed off and he couldn't get out at all.

"Stop fantasizing, kill them!" he shouted anxiously.

Shi Daohan remained calm, flicking his finger to unleash several sword beams. Instantly, five bandits had their skulls pierced, falling backward into pools of blood, dying utterly without even a chance to scream.

"you!"

The bandits all showed fear. They were usually the ones killing, but now the roles were reversed.

Shi Daohan acted ruthlessly, annihilating the bandits who were at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and then imprisoning those bandits who were only at the early Foundation Establishment stage, sealing their dantian and cutting off their source of magical power.

After doing all this, she patted her third uncle on the shoulder and said, "Go, avenge your daughter."

Uncle San harbored hatred in his heart. If he wasn't allowed to personally kill these beasts, going mad would be the least of his worries; he might even explode from the rage.

"You beasts! I'll kill you all!"

Third Uncle roared and pounced on a bandit, as if he were a madman, wanting nothing more than to tear him to pieces.

"No wonder so many people come to the desolate state to become bandits and robbers. A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator can become a local tyrant and dominate the area. Who wouldn't be tempted by that?"

Shi Daoli fixed his gaze on the bandit leader with a scar on his face, moving through the air and approaching step by step.

"Who are you? Do you know who's behind me?" The scarred bandit leader's face was ashen; he knew that today was likely to be a terrible day.

"You mean the Blazing Fire Sect? It's just an insignificant little sect. We could wipe it out with a wave of our hand. What's there to fear?"

Shi Daohan sneered and said, "After I deal with you bunch of scum, I'll go and remove that cancerous tumor."

"You should know that if you offend the Li Huo Sect, you will never be able to stand in this area again!" the scarred bandit roared, retreating backward.

"Leave me with nowhere to stand?" Shi Daohan scoffed, "It's just a third-rate little sect, yet you talk about it like it's the Heavenly Court. Your vision is truly pitifully narrow."

"Sizzle"

A flash of blue light appeared, as fast as lightning, and slashed horizontally towards Shi Daohan's neck.

"when"

With a flick of her finger, Shi Daohan caused the azure light to shatter into fragments the instant it touched her finger.

"Snap"

He slapped her backhand, and a large section of buildings in front of him instantly shattered. The scarred bandit leader screamed in agony, and countless bones in his body were broken. He was pushed away by a tremendous force and rolled a great distance away.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" the scarred bandit pleaded repeatedly.

"I won't kill you. Killing a scum like you, who's worse than an animal, would only dirty my hands."

"Yes, yes, I'm dirty, please have mercy, fairy..."

The scarred bandit leader struggled to turn over and kowtowed repeatedly to Shi Daohan, but his expression quickly froze.

Shi Daohan destroyed his dantian and purple mansion, and then threw him in front of his third uncle.

"Give me back my daughter's life!" Blood tears streamed from Third Uncle's eyes. The long knife in his hand had disappeared. Like a ferocious beast, he pounced on the scarred bandit leader and bit him violently.

On the other side, Shi Daohan arrived at the bandit stronghold's storage room and found more than fifty catties of spirit stones.

For Shi Daohan, this amount of spirit stones would be used up after refining a pill, but this group of bandits had ravaged dozens of villages to obtain so many.

Although the desolate state looks barren and cold, it is rich in spirit stones and has many spirit mines underground. It is no exaggeration to say that it is covered with gold. However, this wealth is firmly controlled by those extraordinary powers and aristocratic families.

Further down, countless bandits and robbers, like locusts, plundered everywhere, making it easy to imagine how difficult life was for the common people.

"This is..." Shi Daohan found a jade pendant in the storage room. It was about the size of a palm, but it had obvious broken marks and was a piece of broken jade.

Holding it in your hand, you can clearly feel an aura of endless antiquity and vicissitude.

Shi Daohan discovered that a landscape painting was engraved on the broken jade, which seemed familiar to her, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

When she flipped it over to the other side, her expression froze. There was an ancient character engraved on the back of the broken jade, a very ancient script, but it was still possible to recognize that it was the character "仙" (immortal).

She rushed out of the storage room and shouted at her third uncle, "Don't kill him yet!"

Fortunately, the knife in Uncle San's hand was gone, otherwise the bandit leader with the scar on his face would probably have been chopped into a bloody pulp by now.

Even so, he was still in a terrible state. His third uncle bit off his nose and an ear, and half of his face was so badly damaged that he was no longer recognizable as a human.

Shi Daohan stepped closer and asked, "Tell me, where did this ancient jade come from?"

"The brothers found this in a spirit mine," the scarred bandit leader said weakly.

"Found in a spirit mine? Where is that spirit mine?" Shi Daohan pressed.

(End of this chapter)