Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

What was once an offensive and defensive maneuver suddenly became a war of annihilation.

This unexpected turn of events caught Qin Ning somewhat off guard.

His gaze swept over the bandits struggling to their feet and the twenty-odd mounted archers whose mounts were still intact. His tone was serious: "Repelling them and annihilating them are completely different tasks... Besides, are we even strong enough right now?"

Feng Hanying was injured, and more than half of the young and strong men in Mo Rigen's army were lost. The burly old man who was wielding a sword to fight the enemy still had several feathered arrows stuck in his back, like an old general on a theatrical stage.

Although the enemy also suffered heavy losses, and most of their cavalry were converted to infantry, the scales of victory remained steady and did not tip in Qin Ning's favor.

"I still have a fighting chance... Do you still have the poison you just used?" Feng Hanying said, condensing a cloud of water mist to cover the wound on her left arm. "The fact that your poison is still effective means that the Yin-Yang array flags they have do not have any antidote effect. We still have a chance of winning."

I didn't even get a drop... Qin Ning, who had just replenished some of his reserves from Feng Hanying's body, glanced at the horses that had collapsed due to the plague, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Enough is enough."

Feng Hanying stared at Qin Ning's bright eyes, momentarily stunned. She bit her lip lightly, then quickly snapped back to reality.

"That makes things simple. I'll keep them occupied, and you do your best to poison them... Give me some antidote, and I'll distribute it to avoid hurting our own people."

There's no antidote for this plague... Qin Ning brandished the silver needles in her hand, looking at the bandits who had already charged forward: "Only I can cure my poison. Draw them away from the horses, I'll go get the poison. Li Nu, you stay here and help her."

As he spoke, he disappeared into the yurts and circled around to approach the fallen horses.

However, the bandits who had lost their horses did not intend to let Qin Ning go easily.

"You few go and gang up on that bitch, the rest of you come with me!" The man with the triangular eyes was furious.

It was just the slaughter of a small tribe of a hundred households, yet so many people and horses were lost. Therefore, in order to avoid punishment upon his return, he had to capture Qin Ning alive.

"This lad is quite handsome. If we capture him and present him to the young master, we might escape punishment and even receive a reward."

On Qin Ning's side, just after he had extracted the plague from the two sick horses, he saw more than a dozen bandits charging over with long swords.

"...Why are you chasing after me?"

He got up and ran, while the plague energy in his body dissipated and disappeared into the path of his escape.

"Don't let him get away!" Red blood mist gathered on the triangular-eyed face, condensing into a mask. "This kid might be a healer. Be careful he doesn't poison us... cough cough... all condensing into a mask."

One person escaped, while more than ten people chased after him.

When there was no one around and all that was left were some hay, cart frames and other miscellaneous items, Qin Ning stopped, put his hands on his knees and pretended to be panting heavily.

"Cough cough... Why the hell aren't you running away! You can't run anymore, can you!"

He coughed a few times, his triangular eyes revealing cruelty.

It is common knowledge that physicians below the fifth rank are not good at direct confrontations and their physical strength is generally average compared to other cultivators at the same level.

The crowd surrounded Qin Ning, placing him in the center.

Having blocked all escape routes, the man with the triangular eyes finally relaxed, tapping the ground with his long sword and saying, "Boy, cooperate obediently and hand over the antidote. You'll suffer less on the way back. Otherwise... my young master doesn't care whether your body parts are intact."

The Blood Mist Mask couldn't completely block the plague. He noticed subtle changes in his body and decided to first scare the other party into revealing their detoxification methods.

"Even without a horse, one still has the strength to speak."

As Qin Ning caught his breath, he looked up and sneered at the crowd.

"I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth. Break his arms and legs!"

Seeing that threats were ineffective, the man with the triangular eyes decisively took action. However, he did not step forward himself, but instead called to the junior officers and others around him.

"Quite cautious..."

Seeing the crowd gathering around him, Qin Ning silently reached out and gripped the peach wood sword in his arms.

Five steps... three steps...

When they were just a step apart, the plague energy within him burst forth all at once, and his body turned a faint purplish-black. The soldiers, who already had some symptoms, suddenly became much worse off.

Some were coughing violently, some were dizzy, and some had burning pain in their elbows and elbows—these were the results of Qin Ning's beating.

He seized the opportunity, swept his peach wood sword out, and in a series of swift movements, disarmed another enemy soldier of his longsword.

After one round, six out of ten bandits were dead, and the remaining ones, with their bodies filled with plague, were no longer a threat.

"You also practice martial arts... but you haven't even reached the rank yet... is this the source of your stubbornness?"

Qin Ning's unusual physical abilities led to some strange misunderstandings from the man with the triangular eyes. He plunged his long sword into the ground, then flicked it upwards, sending sand and gravel flying.

Taking advantage of this opening, the man with the triangular eyes stepped forward, his knife tip aimed directly at Qin Ning's tendons in his hands and feet.

"So cunning and despicable, no wonder you became a captain!" Qin Ning cursed inwardly, squinting as he parried. As the two blades clashed, his right hand, which was holding the blade, suddenly unleashed a palm lightning attack.

In an instant, a powerful electric current, connected by the two blades, violently entered the triangular-eyed man's body, instantly numbing his entire body.

What? You're saying wooden knife handles are insulated?

That's simply because your current isn't strong enough!

Shaking off the completely carbonized hilt of the knife, Qin Ning lunged forward and, taking advantage of the opponent's still paralyzed state, unleashed three consecutive palm strikes to the face!

When you think I'm a doctor, I'm actually a martial artist; when you think I'm a martial artist, I'm actually a Taoist priest!

The man with the triangular eyes, unable to move, was terrified... Lightning? What cultivation path possesses such power...? I still have military tactics I haven't used, and I still have the Yin-Yang array flags I haven't employed...

"Sizzle!"

The domineering arc of electricity instantly pierced through his blood-red mask, along with his thoughts.

By the time the second palm strike landed, the man with the triangular eyes had already lost his breath.

Fearing it might not be safe, Qin Ning sent another one.

Once he was sure the enemy was dead, he casually picked up a long knife from the ground and began to deal with the bandits who had fainted on the ground due to the plague.

"Puff puff puff".

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, and a few drops of blood were splattered near Qin Ning's high nose.

"Just pretend I'm in the dissection room... just pretend I'm in the dissection room, no, how can these trash be compared to the cadavers?" When he killed the last person, Qin Ning suppressed the nausea in his heart and decided to spare one life.

After regaining his composure, he continued cleaning up the mess—slashing the triangular-eyed man's completely carbonized face until it was impossible to tell he had been electrocuted.

......

The dairy farming area is located on the east side of the Morgen region.

Young Aman paced back and forth in the tent, a boning knife in his hand, his small face showing a worry beyond his years.

The tent flap was lifted, and the barefoot boy crawled in.

"Ah Qu, how are Daida and the others?"

"I don't know. When I secretly went over there, I ran into Brother Qin. He was being chased by more than a dozen bandits, so I came back."

"what?"

"Should we go and rescue him?"

"ah?!"

Aman watched as his companion picked and chose on the ground, finally selecting a skinning knife with a slightly worn blade.

"What if... what if he faints again?" The barefoot boy's eyes showed both fear and excitement.

Reason told Aman that they shouldn't go out and cause trouble at this time. But the youthful spirit in his heart urged him to go out and take a look.

In the end, the two decided to cautiously sneak over and check it out, and if things didn't look right, they would turn around and run.

"This way, I saw them heading towards the storage area."

The two boys proceeded cautiously, and as soon as they reached the vicinity of the junkyard, they smelled the nauseating stench of blood in the air.

They hid behind a felt tent and peeked out, only to see a tall, imposing figure draped in a blanket and wearing coarse linen shorts, hacking away at a corpse again and again.