My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

After arriving at Luowu Mountain, the Fang family's group quickly split into ten smaller teams, each heading in a different direction.

The eleventh elder went to Qinggang Village alone, intending to kill the bandit leader.

The Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators are incredibly fast, capable of walking on air, far surpassing the speed of cultivators in the Innate Realm.

"To fly through the air is truly captivating!"

When Fang Yuan was traveling, he tried to walk on air, but the distance he could maintain was very short, and he could only do it at extremely high speeds.

The Foundation Establishment Realm is different; it completely breaks free from the constraints of the ground.

Fang Yuan's team was somewhat special, as it included four members at the Innate Realm, all of whom followed his lead.

"I have some disguise masks here, everyone put them on."

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan had several yellowish-white "faces" in his hand.

"Aren't these the bandits that the young master killed outside the county town last time?"

One of the disciples held up a "face," his eyes darting around as if it were somewhat familiar, and memories flooded back to him instantly.

"No wonder the young master left behind the bandits' corpses last time!"

Many disciples looked enlightened, secretly marveling at Fang Yuan's far-sighted strategy.

"Then why not just cut off the head? Wouldn't that be more convenient?"

Some people were puzzled and muttered under their breath, which immediately drew surprised looks from many others.

"It seems convenient to cut off their heads and take them back, but if the bodies are left there, their deaths will be exposed sooner or later."

Therefore, their disguises will become meaningless.

Fang Yuan glanced at the disciple who had spoken up to explain, his eyes flickering slightly. A smart person like that really knows how to use their brain.

"What's your name?"

When Fang Yuan asked his name, Fang Yan was flattered and quickly clasped his hands in greeting.

"I remember he didn't train with us last time."

"This kid is really lucky to have caught the eye of the young master."

"Reading more books is still useful."

Fang Yan is eloquent and quick-witted, but he is not highly regarded in the Fang family, where martial arts are prevalent. That's just how the world is.

"Everyone should choose faces that resemble their impression of that band of bandits as much as possible."

Before long, the handsome young disciple of the Fang family transformed into a vicious bandit.

"Please have the three deacons accompany us discreetly."

Fang Yuan did not allow the steward to disguise himself, after all, among the Qinggang Village Fifth Leader and others he had killed last time, only one was at the Innate Realm.

"Our clothes are too conspicuous. We'll go to a village later and change into some coarse cloth robes."

The group traversed through the Misty Mountains, with some disciples using maps to try and locate the nearest village.

But the dialect he encountered on his first outing directly pointed him in the right direction.

"Smoke is rising from that direction, so there must be people living there."

Fang Yuan gave him a look of approval, which made many disciples envious.

"This village..."

Even before they reached the village, the crowd witnessed a horrific scene.

The loess land was soaked with pools of blood, and severed limbs were everywhere. There were also emaciated old people holding children.

The entire village was filled with the sorrow of a battle after it had ended; silent weeping seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

"Let's go take a look."

Fang Yuan remained silent for a long time before breaking the silence and slowly walking forward.

As you get closer, the horrific scene becomes even clearer. A faint smell of blood lingers in the air, along with the charcoal from the still-burning houses and the unburied corpses.

"Grandpa, has something happened in the village?"

One of the disciples saw a thin, white-haired old man not far away and wanted to go over to ask him what was going on, but the old man ignored him.

The white-haired old man, seeing the person constantly chanting in his ear, became angry, shoved his disciple, and shouted:

"My life is worthless, take it if you want it, you bunch of damned bastards!"

Seeing that the two were about to clash, Fang Yuan reached out to stop his disciple and gave Fang Yan a wink.

"Old man, we are not bandits, but strong men from the county town who have come up the mountain specifically to suppress bandits."

He spoke slowly and gently, and even took out some dry food and placed it in front of him.

"Are you really here to suppress bandits?"

The white-haired old man's expression changed, and he became excited in an instant, speaking urgently.

But seeing the faces of these people that didn't look like good people, he didn't say what was on the tip of his tongue, and his eyes darted away.

Fang Yuan snapped his fingers, and a powerful aura descended. The newcomer was dressed in gray, his feet barely touching the ground, and his eyes were piercing.

"Greetings, Immortal Master!"

Upon seeing this, the white-haired old man immediately knelt down in the direction where Fang Yuan and the steward were.

Although he didn't know about cultivation systems and realms, he was still experienced enough to determine that the newcomer was powerful.

After explaining the whole story of the village, the white-haired old man took some dry rations and ran to a wooden house to feed a thin little girl.

The little girl was clearly starving; her face was pale, and she could only eat with water.

"Those bandits from Qinggang Village are absolutely inhuman."

"Damn it, we have to wipe them out completely."

Upon learning what had happened, the Fang family disciples were filled with righteous indignation and wished they could kill the bandits of Qinggang Village right now.

In contrast, the three deacons behind Fang Yuan were much calmer.

Not long ago, this village was massacred by bandits from Qinggangzhai, and all its wealth was looted.

Villagers who resisted were ruthlessly killed, and their houses were even burned down. They acted erratically and without restraint.

The white-haired old man's children all died at the hands of bandits, but he escaped with his granddaughter when they were outside.

I learned this from him.

The fact that Fangjia Mine took the initiative to deal with the bandits roaming Luowu Mountain was originally a good thing.

But alas.

These bandits were pushed too far, and when they tried to rob passersby and merchants, they were easily ambushed and killed.

Therefore, they set their sights on remote villages, robbing them of their daily necessities and money.

"You have such nice clothes, why are you exchanging them with me? This is unacceptable."

The white-haired old man had never worn such fine clothes before. He was utterly astonished that someone would replace an old one with a new one, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"If you need some to kill bandits, I'll give you some if you don't mind."

In the end, Fang Yuan left the old man a bag of silver coins. The amount was not large, but it was enough to help the surviving villagers for more than half a month.

"Many thanks to the Immortal Master for his great kindness!"

The old man watched Fang Yuan and the others walk away, his eyes welling up with tears.

Looking down at the money, food, and new clothes he had left behind, he seemed quite dazed.

On his way out, Fang Yuan's mind was still filled with the scene from earlier.

He didn't consider himself a great philanthropist, but he couldn't bear to see too much human suffering, especially ordinary people who were like ants in the eyes of cultivators.

We are all born with one life, but we are divided into high and low, noble and lowly.

In his past life, wasn't he just one of the countless ordinary people?

"Since Heaven has given me a second chance at life, I should live it to the fullest and do whatever I please."

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and felt his mind was incredibly clear. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but even his mental strength seemed to have increased.

Soon, the disguised group arrived at the foot of the mountain where Qinggang Village was located.

The sounds of clashing weapons could be heard, along with occasional shouts, indicating a fierce battle.

Clearly, the rest of the Fang family's teams have already engaged in combat with Qinggang Village.

"Attention everyone, more bandits from Qinggang Village are coming!"

"Kill them, kill all these bastards."