Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

The orderly queue instantly turned into chaos.

Qin Ning stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.

A white horse stained with blood stood out conspicuously as it galloped over from a distance. As it approached the group, the man on its back pulled on the reins.

He dismounted and scrambled over.

"Bandits! So many bandits! Zhamu, Hecuo, Bayang... they've all been killed! Run! Run! Don't just stand there like idiots!"

Everyone was at a loss.

half an hour.

An aged but authoritative voice rang out from behind the crowd: "Bano, calm down! Tell me, what happened?"

The crowd parted, and Qin Ning saw the barefoot boy leading an elderly man, who was quite old but had a robust and strong physique and was wearing an animal skin, walking over.

I don't know when he slipped away to call for help.

"Daida (chieftain), they're all dead... all dead! They said they were mountain bandits, I don't know where they came from. Bayan and the others were herding livestock at the time, and I rode off to chase a rabbit and got a little too far away. Otherwise, I would have died too... You all run..."

The man was so frightened by his companion's death that he spoke incoherently.

Upon seeing this, the burly old man frowned deeply and punched the man in the neck, causing him to instantly faint.

"Take him away and inform the women, children, and elderly in the tribe to go to the backup pasture, taking only their personal belongings. Aji, you ride the fastest horse to the pasture and check the situation. If there is danger, prioritize survival."

The old man gave instructions methodically, assigning several able-bodied men to help the women and children tidy up, and instructing the remaining men to retrieve the ironware and crossbows stored in the tribe.

After doing all this, he walked up to Qin Ning, placed his left hand on his shoulder, and bowed.

"I am Daida of the Morigen tribe. You drove away the disease and evil spirits from my people without asking for anything in return. Your kindness is as great as the Eternal Heaven. Now that my tribe is in trouble, I beg you to evacuate with the women and children."

The old man was a man of principle.

Qin Ning mentally assessed the situation, cupped his hands in greeting but hadn't spoken yet when a tremor, much stronger than before, came from beneath his feet.

In the distance, dozens of horses emerged from below the horizon, howling and shrieking as they galloped toward the tribe, like a pack of hyenas about to have a meal.

"Thank you for your kindness, but... it's probably too late to evacuate now."

Qin Ning gazed at the plume of dust rising in the distance, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes. He casually inserted acupuncture needle into the shoulder of a patient who had not yet left.

With a formidable enemy at hand, the more pathogenic energy one retains within the body, the greater the chance of survival.

"Bano was deliberately released by them." The old man's face was grim. He turned around and saw Qin Ning's hand movements, and his expression froze.

No, what time is it? Does this doctor really love treating people?

Amidst the chaos of the crowd.

The scent of cherry blossoms wafts on the breeze.

The moon-white robe swayed a few times, and Feng Hanying's figure appeared in front of the two.

"Miss Feng, the Morigen tribe is in trouble. Please lend a helping hand." The burly old man immediately stepped forward to greet Feng Hanying, his eyes filled with hope.

But there are some things in this world that you can't get a response from just by taking the initiative.

Feng Hanying ignored him and walked straight toward Qin Ning.

"You owe me 90 taels of silver, and you need to calculate interest at three percent, which is 2 taels per month."

Qin Ning paused, his hand still holding the needle, and he gained a new understanding of this seemingly aloof and beautiful girl.

"Alright, I'll return them to you later." He nodded slightly after a moment of silence, then jabbed the needle in his hand at another person.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ning agreed so readily. Feng Hanying's mouth opened slightly, her phoenix eyes swept over Qin Ning's face, and she said as if possessed.

"Aren't you going to try and bargain?"

"You can even bargain?!"

Feng Hanying closed her eyes, turned her pretty face away, and said resolutely, "No!"

Then, ignoring Qin Ning's questioning gaze, she walked towards the burly old man and said in a cold tone, "My price is very high."

The old man quickly replied, "The Morigen tribe still has some gold and silver reserves."

"Pay in advance; I never buy on credit."

The burly old man took a deep breath, glanced at Qin Ning, and ordered his trusted aide to fetch the gold and silver.

They used carts, cow dung, and other miscellaneous items to make simple reinforcements to the original defensive fortifications outside the tribe.

Dozens of men claiming to be bandits approached. They didn't rush to attack, but instead observed and sized up the Morgen tribe, while making some moves to put pressure on them.

Each of these men carried a short bow on their back and held a uniform ring-pommel longsword. Their horses had two quivers hanging from their quivers, and some even had lances hanging from their lance rings.

Could this be the setup of bandits?

Qin Ning stood at the back of the crowd, her eyes full of suspicion.

"We two really are born to cause trouble," he whispered to the little black cat perched on his shoulder.

The other party had just followed Feng Hanying here.

Meow~

After the simple fortifications.

The old man, with a long knife at his waist and a serious expression, tried to negotiate with the bandits lingering nearby.

Although it has been a long time since they have experienced this, the people on the grasslands have their own set of procedures for dealing with this kind of freeloading.

Losing money to avert disaster > Conflict occurs > Entire clan is slaughtered

Feng Hanying stood beside Qin Ning, her voice low: "Judging from their horseback riding and knife-wielding movements, these people are soldiers in disguise. If I can't intimidate them, find a chance to run to the border."

"After the new emperor ascended the throne, Prince Su issued a strict order prohibiting border troops from entering the northern desert on their own. Although I don't know where these people got the audacity, if you can get to Blood Rain Fortress, which is the closest to here, your chances of survival should be very high."

Qin Ning narrowed his eyes: "Morigen's tribe has many strong young men, and they also have bows and arrows. Miss Feng, you are also quite capable. You can't even deal with these soldiers disguised as bandits?"

He knew the power of cavalry in ancient times, even against light cavalry.

However, there are extraordinary beings in this world. Qin Ning was deeply impressed by Feng Hanying's move this morning. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so wary of these soldiers pretending to be bandits.

Unless... the other party also possesses some kind of extraordinary ability that he doesn't understand.

Feng Hanying: "You've never been in contact with military strategists? Oh right, I forgot you have amnesia." She paused: "In one-on-one combat, let alone me, even healers like you who are least adept at direct confrontation can easily handle three or five soldiers."

However, once they gather ten people to form an army formation, and are led by a cultivator specializing in military strategy, they become a force that ordinary cultivators cannot handle.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ning glanced at the distant bandits.

Fifty-six riders.

"No need to count, 56 men, that's exactly the number of a squadron commander in a border garrison. If it were infantry, we could put up a fight. Cavalry... no hope, the able-bodied men of Morigen's tribe aren't the monk soldiers of Daling."

Feng Hanying spoke with certainty, and without waiting for Qin Ning's response, she stepped forward and walked towards the burly old man.

The burly old man's negotiations with the bandits failed. He offered to give up most of the tribe's cattle, sheep, and horses, while the bandits demanded that he lay down his bows, crossbows, and iron weapons and allow him to plunder the tribe before they would leave.

The elder, as the leader, naturally refused to completely entrust his life and death to someone else's decision.

"Open your dog eyes and look at this!"

Feng Hanying's voice was cold, her eyes filled with arrogance, and a dark cyan token appeared in her hand at some point.

The token is engraved with the character "肃".

The bandit leader was taken aback, and Feng Hanying tossed the token to him.

Taking advantage of this moment, she whispered to the burly old man, "If I can't intimidate you, I can only buy you a quarter of an hour to escape before I leave."

The old man remained silent, then nodded emphatically.

Having lived on the grasslands for many years, from childhood to the present, he has experienced countless life-and-death crises, so he is well aware of what his tribe is facing now.

The old man was already very grateful that this mediocre seventh-rank scholar, who had come to the grasslands to observe the stars, was willing to risk his life for some gold and silver.

"A token from the Prince Su's residence?"

Upon receiving the token, a flicker of apprehension crossed the leader of the bandits' eyes. However, remembering their purpose and their superior's orders, a surge of ruthlessness instantly crushed that apprehension.

"Don't even mention the Prince Su's token; even if the Prince Su himself were here today, it wouldn't be of any use to me! Men..."

Before he finished speaking, the air in front of him distorted due to the intense heat, and the grass beside the horse's hooves turned yellow and withered. Several fiery serpents shot into the air and encircled the horse in the center.

"If the Prince Su's token isn't working, what about that sixth-rank Yin-Yang Master?"

Feng Hanying controlled the crimson fire serpent, water mist condensing behind her, her eyes looking as if she were looking at a few ants.

Her current state is nothing like what she told Qin Ning earlier.

The bandit leader was stunned; fear flashed in his triangular eyes, and the horse beneath him became restless due to the high temperature.

But soon, as if he had figured something out, a cruel smile flashed across his dark face.

"You bitch, you dare to lie to me? If you were a sixth-rank cultivator from the Yin-Yang School, would you still be wasting your breath talking to us like this!"

Having said that, red mist gathered around his body, condensing into a phantom of a blood wolf, which crashed into the fire snakes surrounding him.

Feng Hanying sighed softly: "He looks crude, but he's got brains."

The founder of the eclectic cultivation path, who combined the strengths of various schools, is a seventh-grade Five Elements practitioner. Like the sixth-grade Five Elements sorcerer of the Yin-Yang School, he can also drive and manipulate the power of the Five Elements.

If you encounter someone who doesn't understand it, it's easy to confuse the two.

Feng Hanying had previously used this method to scare away the enemy.

But this trick didn't work today.

Whoosh whoosh!

The moment the enemy counterattacked, she conjured several earthen spikes on the ground and stabbed them at the mounts of the bandits.

However, although this group of mountain bandits appeared to be scattered and disorganized, they had already secretly set up a military formation.

The rising blood mist blocked most of the earth and stone attack. The few successful hits were merely scratches and did not cause any casualties among the enemy cavalry.

in the crowd.

Qin Ning stood in the corner, watching the two sides on the verge of exploding, his mind racing.

"Raccoon slave."

"Meow?"

"Should we run away... or stir up some trouble before we run?"

"Meow!"