Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

Noticing the commotion behind him, Qin Ning, having finished cleaning up, turned around to look.

"What are you two doing here? Perfect timing, find a sturdy rope and tie this guy up." Qin Ning said, pointing to the only survivor on the ground.

Although the plague energy in that person's body had been drained, the tendons in his hands and feet had also been severed, so he was not a threat at the moment.

Seeing that the two boys didn't move, one of them even swallowed hard.

He looked down at his own appearance and instantly understood the reason.

The sheepskin blanket was stained with blood, and the shorts beneath him were covered in splattered bloodstains. At first glance, he did indeed resemble the "well-mannered" Mr. Ba.

"Don't just stand there, come over here right now, the battle on your leader's side isn't over yet."

Qin Ning greeted him, bent down and touched the man with the triangular eyes, taking out a small, blood-red, unadorned flag from his arms.

Then, he quietly extracted the remaining plague energy from the other party's body to prevent the two boys from being infected again.

"Brother Qin, are you alright? Your body..."

The two boys moved closer cautiously, but before they could finish speaking, they saw Qin Ning, who had been calm, suddenly erupt in anger.

He plunged the peach wood sword in his hand into the mangled corpse.

"??!!"

Ignoring the two panicked individuals, Qin Ning drew his peach wood sword, his expression grave. He had discovered something amiss while extracting the plague energy.

On the tip of the sword, a dark green beetle was pierced, its limbs struggling, and it quickly lost its life.

I don't know... but raising worms in the heart doesn't seem like a military tactic at all.

He took the beetle's corpse off, intending to show it to Feng Hanying.

Then, Qin Ning picked up a long knife and began to disembowel the remaining corpses one by one.

The two boys beside them were swallowing hard; children who grew up on the grasslands had seen blood at a young age.

However, seeing blood and seeing "perverts" are completely different things.

"What is Brother Qin doing?" The barefoot boy asked, sweat beading on his forehead.

Aman's Adam's apple bobbed: "I don't know... Let's hurry and find a rope."

No second dark green beetle was found, but the gloom that had been hanging over Qin Ning's heart did not dissipate. He watched as the two timid boys tied up the bandits.

They rushed to the outer battlefield.

On the way, he encountered the little black cat he had been searching for.

"How is the situation?"

"Meow."

"...Once this matter is settled, you can choose to learn to speak or to learn to write."

"Meow!"

......

Quiet, very quiet.

Near the outer edge of the battlefield, there was not a sound of shouting or fighting.

Qin Ning took two quick steps and, seeing the situation on the field, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The toxic energy he unleashed struck down everyone equally.

Whether they are enemies or allies.

"...This plague energy is indeed powerful... Hmm, once I advance to the eighth rank and learn to draw talismans, this situation of 'equality of all beings' will no longer occur."

Help your teammates detoxify and send the enemy to their doom.

Qin Ning spent about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before she finished doing all this.

He plopped down next to the somewhat weak Feng Hanying, let out a long breath, and took out the dark green beetle carcass.

"Do you recognize this? It was found inside the heart of that bandit leader."

Feng Hanying moved closer to Qin Ning.

"These methods resemble those of the witchcraft and sorcery schools; there's definitely something fishy going on behind this group. Normally, the soldiers of the Great Xia wouldn't have these things inside their bodies."

Qin Ning frowned and took the blood-red, unembroidered flag out of his bosom.

"This... is this the Yin-Yang Array Flag you mentioned?"

Feng Hanying: "Yes, normally these flags would have the name of the affiliated faction and different mythical beasts representing the flag's function embroidered on both sides. Their flags probably deliberately concealed these." As she spoke, she changed the subject: "These kinds of flags might sell for thousands of taels of silver on the black market, and there's no market for them even if they're available. If you don't need them, you can exchange them for silver."

Qin Ning joked, "And then I still owe you 90 taels?"

Feng Hanying stared at the other person who suddenly laughed, paused for a moment, and then gently shook her head.

"My life is worth far more than 90 taels of silver. Let's call it even. Also... I owe you a favor." After she finished speaking, a sense of loss welled up in her heart for some reason.

Qin Ning glanced sideways. Based on his observation, the other party seemed to have a bit of that money-grubbing attitude. It was unusual for Feng Hanying to so readily cancel the debt.

He raised his hand and touched his face.

Hmm, I guess that face is working its magic again.

Qin Ning was never someone who was handsome without realizing it. As a child, he was originally an introverted person, the kind who would blush when talking to girls. But because of the face his parents gave him, he was constantly being approached, and no matter how beautiful the other person was, he remained calm and composed.

"Doctor Qin, please save my people." As the two were talking, a burly old man, bandaged up like a rice dumpling, rushed over, his voice urgent.

"What happened?" Qin Ning stumbled as he stood up. He was extremely weak from fighting and frequently using his supernatural powers.

At the same time, Feng Hanying got up and reached out to help, but because she was also weak, she ended up leaning half of her body against Qin Ning's back, and the two of them finally steadied themselves.

"Two of our tribesmen are too badly injured and are on the verge of death."

"Take me there."

"I also have healing pills here."

"Meow!"

The two, disregarding their previous intimate actions, hurriedly left with the burly old man.

......

Under a large open-air tent.

There were seven or eight young men lying there, all wounded. Two of them had deep wounds that exposed the bone, and their faces were pale.

"It's those two. One has his lungs ruptured, and the other has been slashed in the stomach. The tribe's shaman can't treat them."

Qin Ning walked up to the injured person and frowned instinctively upon seeing the injuries.

He was just a sophomore at a university of traditional Chinese medicine. Although he had already completed all the theoretical knowledge of the four-year course through self-study, he was still faced with a serious injury that required surgery.

There's absolutely no way to solve it.

"I'm only proficient in poisons and epidemics; I can't help with this kind of external injury," Qin Ning said simply, then looked at Feng Hanying beside him.

Although the other party looked somewhat surprised, they didn't say much more.

Two puffs of water mist covered the wounds, and two emerald green pills were given to the two of them.

In an instant, the two people, whose faces were as white as paper, regained their color.

If this method were used in modern medicine... well, Obama would probably be turning in his grave.

Qin Ning sighed inwardly.

After treating the wounded, Qin Ning changed his clothes, and the two of them were arranged to rest in the yurt where Feng Hanying had originally been. As for the survivor left behind...

It was then handed over to the burly old man to handle.

After drinking three large bowls of butter tea, Qin Ning felt her hunger lessen and her strength return somewhat.

He casually stroked the cat's fluffy fur, then turned to look at Feng Hanying sitting opposite him.

"Miss Feng, what are your plans for the future?"

"Me... naturally I'll go back to Beian City. What about you?" Feng Hanying answered absentmindedly, her mind filled with the image of half her body pressed against Qin Ning's back not long ago.

This was the first time in her life that she had such intimate physical contact with a man.

Why is her face so red...? A guess flashed through Qin Ning's mind, and she asked, "May I ask where Beian City is located?"

Feng Hanying rested her chin on her hand, extended a slender, jade-like finger, and pointed towards the due south direction.

It was exactly the same direction indicated by Qin Ning's Bagua tablet.