The legend begins with becoming a white deer.

The heavy deer hoof, carrying immense force, stomped down hard on the bandit's forehead.

"puff--"

The cracking sound, mixed with the muffled thud of bones breaking and blood splattering, was particularly clear in the snow.

The robber's head was crushed like a rotten persimmon, and the red and white matter splattered on the white snow, a shocking sight.

After dealing with the man, Qi Ji turned to look at the frightened horses, raised his neck, and let out a long, resounding cry that echoed through the mountains and forests.

"Yo yo yo yo—!"

The whistling sound was clear and melodious, yet it carried an indescribable, majestic power, causing the snow on the surrounding ground to tremble and the snow droplets to swirl and turn into mist in mid-air.

The pair of lustrous deer antlers on Qi Ji's head, adorned with mysterious patterns, now shone with a warm yet dazzling golden-green light. The light flowed along the patterns on the antlers, shining brilliantly in the wind and snow.

As the whistle fell, the horses that had been startled and fled suddenly stopped in their tracks, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

The horse's hooves pawed at the snow, white breath puffed from its nostrils, its muscles tense, yet it dared not take another step forward, only letting out low neighs, full of fear.

Seeing this, Qi Ji ignored them and, with his four hooves kicking up the snow, continued to charge towards the remaining bandits.

"Damn it, run! Run!"

At this moment, many bandits were already stuck in the snow. When they saw the protagonist coming, they were so frightened that they fled in terror, afraid of being a second too late.

Without horses, they couldn't run fast on their own two legs. Every step they took sank into the snow, making their journey slow and arduous.

Faced with these slow-moving targets, Qi Ji treated them like bowling pins.

A white shadow swept in like the wind, its sharp antlers slamming into the bandit's body.

"Bang bang~~ bang bang~~ bang bang~~..........."

With a series of impacts and the sound of bones cracking, one bandit after another was sent flying by Qi Ji like kites with broken strings, crashing into the snow, twitching a couple of times before falling silent.

However, one bandit was slightly luckier. He managed to hold onto the reins tightly when his horse spooked earlier and wasn't thrown off. But no matter how much he whipped the horse or shouted at it, the horse seemed to be nailed to the snow and wouldn't budge no matter how he tried to urge it on.

Watching his companions being torn apart by deer antlers and die tragically in the snow, the bandit was terrified. In the dead of winter, cold sweat streamed down his face, and even his hand gripping the hilt of his knife trembled.

"Monster! This is a monster!"

The bandit's lips trembled. He knew that if he continued to drag this out, he would surely die. A desperate madness flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, dismounted, and stumbled through the deep snow, fleeing for his life.

Frankly speaking, this decision is no different from courting death; it's just a desperate struggle.

"Yo"

Watching the man's fleeing figure, Qi Ji slightly bent his front hooves, his muscles suddenly tensed, and then he leaped off the snow.

"——"

The enormous deer's body soared into the air like an arrow released from a bow, leaping more than ten meters high and sweeping fifty or sixty meters horizontally, drawing a sharp white arc in the air.

A robber was running forward desperately with his head down. The wind and snow made his chest ache. He felt a sudden panic and subconsciously glanced back.

There was nothing behind him; there was no trace of the white deer.

"Hey, where's that monster?"

He was stunned for a moment, and before surprise could even show on his face, a huge wind pressure suddenly came from above.

"Thump!"

The heavy deer hoof landed precisely on his back, crushing him into the snow before he could even scream.

Crimson blood quickly seeped from beneath the snow, slowly spreading through the gaps in the snow and turning the pristine white into a glaring dark red.

Qi Ji withdrew his hoof and slowly walked to the clean snow beside him. He rubbed his hooves against the snow, wiping away the bloodstains on them little by little.

The surroundings became completely quiet.

The band of robbers who rushed over all fell to the ground in the snow, and none of them survived.

Only the few bandits who initially recognized Qi Ji but dared not approach him were so frightened by Qi Ji's rampage that they turned their horses around and fled desperately into the depths of the snowstorm, and have long since disappeared.

As for those who knew what was good for them, Qi Ji didn't bother to pursue them.

He looked up at the line of refugees not far away.

The refugees who had just been waiting to die with their eyes closed were now frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at the white figure in the snow. Despair still lingered on their faces, but their eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Who could have imagined that what was a dead end with a knife to one's throat one second would turn into a brighter future the next?

They were thus rescued by the legendary white deer.

Those refugees who didn't know Qi Ji before didn't dare to say a word now. They knelt down one after another in the snow with a "plop," their lips trembling with excitement, and respectfully bowed in Qi Ji's direction.

Qi Ji's gaze swept over the crowd, then fell on the horses that had been intimidated by his deer cry and dared not move. He then slowly walked towards them.

As Qi Ji approached step by step, the horses' unease became more and more obvious. They pawed at each other and shrank back, letting out suppressed neighs, but not one of them dared to turn around and run away.

Their most primal fears warned them that the white deer before them was a being on a far higher level of existence.

That invisible pressure weighed on their hearts like a mountain, preventing them from even having the thought of resistance.

Qi Ji walked to the side of the horses and lowered his head to rub his nose against the back of each horse.

The horses all had bulging food bags hanging from their saddles, presumably the dry rations the bandits had prepared for their journey, which were now being used by others.

Qi Ji opened his mouth, picked up one of the food bags, and with a flick of his neck, threw it towards the direction of the refugees.

The food bag traced an arc in the air and landed precisely at the feet of the refugee who had recognized Qi Ji earlier and spoken up for him.

The refugee was taken aback at first, then subconsciously bent down to pick up the bag, his fingertips trembling as he untied the knot.

"This is......?"

When he saw that the container was full of dry food and jerky, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with shock and ecstasy, staring incredulously at the white deer not far away.

"Yo"

Upon seeing this, Qi Ji let out a very human-like low growl, shook its head, and nodded its antlers toward the horse beside it.

The meaning couldn't be clearer—these food bags and these horses are all for you.

"Waaaaah!"

The refugee's eyes instantly reddened, and tears fell unexpectedly onto the snow.

Clutching the food bag, he kowtowed three times heavily in Qi Ji's direction, oblivious to the impact of his forehead hitting the snow.

After kowtowing, he quickly turned around and loudly explained Qi Ji's meaning to the still-stunned refugees behind him.

When the words "food" and "it's all for us" spread, the deathly silent crowd erupted into suppressed cheers.

The relief of escaping death, coupled with the kindness of being given food, instantly broke down everyone's defenses.

Whether they knew Qi Ji before or were meeting him for the first time today, they all knelt down in his direction once again, their foreheads covered in snow, tears of gratitude streaming down their faces. They regarded this intelligent white deer as a sacred being who had descended to earth to save them from suffering.

Before long, the refugees got up and carefully walked to the horses, taking off the food bags from the sides of the saddles one by one.

The bag contained plenty of dry food and dried meat, enough to feed the fifty-odd refugees present for several meals.

Some people held the hard, dry rations, and as they chewed, tears streamed down their faces. They swallowed the tears, which mingled with the snow water, unable to distinguish between bitterness and sweetness.

Qi Ji stood there for a moment, and seeing that everyone was safe and there was no more danger, he turned around and prepared to continue walking forward.

I had only taken two steps when the familiar system voice rang in my mind.

Congratulations on obtaining Legendary Spirit Points! Legendary Spirit Points +1

[Current Legendary Spirit Points: 25/30]

Qi Ji paused and turned around.

Despite the ravenous hunger and thirst of the refugees, many still bowed respectfully and knelt in worship as he turned to leave.

"Yo"

Qi Ji braved the wind and snow, and once again let out a clear and melodious deer cry.

The whistling sound pierced through the snow and reached everyone's ears.

Then the white figure turned around, stepping through the snow, and disappeared into the snowstorm...