I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

Over time.

Qi Shan opened his eyes.

He looked down; the person in his arms was still asleep, tears clinging to her long eyelashes, her brows furrowed.

This woman is amazing.

Despite being a frail and delicate woman, the drug's effects gave her such brute strength that even this elite special forces soldier couldn't withstand her.

My gaze shifted downwards, and there was a striking crimson stain on the bed sheet.

Qi Shan sighed, realizing this was the woman's first time.

This is troublesome.

But since you've eaten this bowl of rice, you have to wash the bowl clean.

We can't just abandon our own people.

He reached out, wanting to shake her awake.

The moment her fingertips touched the other person's shoulder, the person in her arms suddenly opened their eyes like a startled rabbit.

Eyes facing each other.

Jia Qinghan's eyes went from confusion to terror, then to humiliation, and finally to overwhelming hatred.

She could see her naked body clearly, and she could also see the strange man beside her.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

Drugged, assaulted...

"ah--!"

Just as a scream was about to escape her throat, a large hand swiftly covered her mouth.

"Shut up if you want to live!"

Qi Shan's voice was low, yet carried an undeniable coldness.

Jia Qinghan struggled violently, scratching and clawing at Qi Shan with both hands and feet.

Qi Shan frowned, and with his other hand he precisely gripped her wrists and pressed them above her head.

He clamped his legs together, rendering her unable to move.

He was concise and to the point:

"The outside is teeming with bandits."

"If you utter a sound, we'll all die."

Just then, a lazy conversation between two bandits came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Hey, young master, you've been up all night, why is there still no movement?"

"You don't know anything! This is called romance! That young lady is from the capital, she's very precious! The young master probably won't be able to get out of bed until dawn, hahaha..."

The lewd laughter sent a shiver down Jia Qinghan's spine, and the hatred in her eyes was replaced by a deeper fear.

She finally stopped struggling.

Qi Shan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up his and her clothes from the ground, and tossed one to her: "Put this on quickly!"

Then she nimbly rolled out of bed and quickly dressed herself.

Jia Qinghan looked at the clothes in her hand, then at her body covered in bruises, and tears silently streamed down her face.

Qi Shan didn't have time to comfort her. He walked to the window, poked a hole in the paper windowpane, and looked outside.

In the courtyard, seven or eight bandits were drinking and eating meat around a campfire while guarding the gate.

"Stay close to me."

He turned around and gave the order in an unquestionable manner.

Then, he pulled Jia Qinghan along, and like a raccoon dog, they silently climbed out of the back window, hugged the wall, and quickly disappeared into the dark shadows.

They left in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Creak—"

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and the second and third leaders of Black Dragon Stronghold walked in, cursing and swearing, along with several other leaders.

"Young Master is really something. Just because of one woman, he's driven us brothers out here to starve."

"Yeah, it's been so long, I don't even know if it's over yet."

One of the leaders walked to the doorway of the main room, listened intently, and a look of doubt appeared on his face: "Strange, why is there no sound at all?"

Another leader chimed in, "Weren't you yelling quite loudly just now? Could it be... you've been played to death?"

Upon hearing this, the second-in-command felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that something was amiss.

Although their young master was a womanizer, he always knew his limits when it came to women and never caused any deaths.

"Go, knock on the door!" he shouted to his men.

"Young master? Young master?"

His men called out several times, but there was no response from inside.

The second-in-command's expression changed, sensing something was wrong, and he kicked open the door.

"Bang!"

The door slammed against the wall, and the sight inside made everyone gasp.

Their young leader, Zhao Tianlong, was lying face down on the cold ground, with a large pool of dark red blood that had already congealed beneath him.

A tiny, bloody hole on the neck was a shocking sight.

The second-in-command trembled as he stepped forward and turned the body over. Zhao Tianlong's eyes were wide open, and his face still showed the shock and disbelief he felt before his death.

"The young master... is dead!"

"Look over there!" a sharp-eyed bandit pointed to the open back window. "Someone escaped through here!"

"Chase them!" The second-in-command roared like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot. "Tear that pair of scoundrels to pieces!"

……

The night wind was icy cold.

Qi Shan carried Jia Qinghan as they sped along the rugged mountain road.

Along the way, burned-down villages and corpses lying by the roadside silently testified to this catastrophe.

Qi Shan was seething with anger.

He hated these bandits who treated human life like dirt, and he hated even more that he was not strong enough to crush these scumbags one by one.

Jia Qinghan, being a lady from a prominent family, was already exhausted and was running unsteadily.

"Hurry...hurry up and catch up!" She glanced back, the torchlight flickering in the forest behind her, her voice trembling with tears.

Qi Shan paused in his steps.

Behind them, at least twenty bandits were flanking them in a fan shape.

There's no escaping it now.

He pulled Jia Qinghan behind a large rock and said succinctly, "Hide well, don't make a sound, and don't come out."

Jia Qinghan grabbed his sleeve, her eyes filled with fear: "What...what are you going to do?"

"kill."

Qi Shan uttered two words, turned around, and drew the sword from his waist.

Under the moonlight, the blade gleamed like water.

He stood alone, quietly in the middle of the mountain path.

"Haha! That kid's not running away anymore!"

"Look at him, he thinks he can take on all twenty-odd brothers by himself?"

"Grab him, but don't kill him! I'm going to skin him alive, piece by piece!"

More than twenty bandits surrounded him, shouting and yelling, looking at Qi Shan as if he were a dead man.

The leader, a one-eyed man carrying a demon-headed sword, grinned maliciously, "Kid, are you going to end it all yourself, or will grandpa send you on your way?"

Qi Shan remained expressionless, simply holding his sword horizontally across his chest.

"court death!"

Enraged by his gaze, the one-eyed man roared and brought his ghost-headed saber down with a fierce wind!

Qishan moved.

He didn't take the blow head-on; instead, he slid a step to the left, twisting his body at an incredible angle to narrowly avoid the blade.

The knife flashes, the person moves in.

"puff!"

A soft thud as flesh entered.

The one-eyed man's movements came to an abrupt halt. He looked down in disbelief at the half-sharp blade protruding from his chest, made a "hoarse" sound in his throat, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The entire room fell silent.

All the bandits were stunned.

They didn't even see how Qi Shan drew his sword.

"Next."

Qi Shan flicked the blood off the tip of his knife and swept his cold gaze over the remaining people.

"Kill him! Avenge our young master!"

After a brief moment of shock came an even more frenzied rage.

In an instant, the sounds of battle shook the heavens!

A dozen or so bandits attacked from all directions at the same time.