Chapter 1014: Chapter 1011: Green-faced Ghost
The sky was high and the air crisp, the fierce wind caused the tough grass on the ground to sway left and right, and looking into the distance, the vast plains surged with waves of green.
Horse neighs and beast roars, on the Northwestern Plains, carriages and horses galloped, kicking up countless grass scraps.
The caravan was divided into several groups, each distinctly apart from the others, judging by the clan emblems and clothing on the carriages, they belonged to different teams.
Luo Feng and Luo Ying, Zi Ling, along with more than a dozen members of the Luo Family, rode at the rear of the procession.
It’s been two days since leaving Black Cloud City, and the group had entered the heart of the Northwestern Plains. Big Market City is just northwest of Black Cloud City, and to reach it, one must cross the entire Northwestern Plains; otherwise, it would require taking a much longer detour.
The Northwestern Plains were rampant with horse bandits, and to minimize unnecessary trouble, Luo Ying suggested joining this caravan formed by several merchant groups, this way they could avoid harassment by small bands of bandits, making the journey faster compared to traveling alone.
"Luo Feng, this caravan is quite strong, it should safely reach Big Market City. If you’re eager to train, you could leave early." Riding parallel on horseback, Luo Ying said to Luo Feng.
Luo Feng shook his head, "No need, I’ll just use these days to stabilize my realm."
This caravan had nearly ten Martial Artists in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, the strongest among them was in the early stage of the fifth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, small bands of bandits indeed wouldn’t dare to provoke them. But encountering large adventure groups like the Blood Skull Bandit Group would still be extremely dangerous.
"Alright then." Luo Ying nodded slightly.
Click clack click clack click clack...
At this moment, the sound of hooves rang out, and a young Martial Artist from the front of the group approached on horseback.
Seeing the approaching person, Zi Ling pursed her lips, grumbling with displeasure, "Sister Luo Ying, that bothersome guy is here again."
At her words, Luo Feng glanced forward, it was a man in his twenties, handsome and well-dressed, wearing a black cloak with a treasured sword at his waist, the cloak fluttering in the raging wind of the plains, giving him a somewhat imposing presence.
This man was named Han Qi, at the peak of the fourth level in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, when Luo Feng’s group joined the caravan, he actively approached to converse with Luo Ying.
Luo Feng felt a bit displeased about this, but as the saying goes, a smiling face shouldn’t be hit, and since Han Qi hadn’t done anything inappropriate, he just let him be.
Without paying much attention, Luo Feng closed his eyes, began refining his Yuan Qi internally, while diverting a bit of attention outside, to sense the changes around and remain wary of potential dangers.
Han Qi rode closer, glanced at Luo Feng, then his eyes fell on Luo Ying, smiling:
"Ladies, the wind is strong outside, our caravan has extra carriages, would you like to take a short rest?"
Zi Ling disliked his fake tone, tightened the reins, urging her horse forward a few paces, coldly saying:
"As practitioners, would we fear a bit of wind and frost? Do you look down on us? Sister Luo Ying, don’t you agree?"
Han Qi was momentarily speechless, hurriedly said: "You misunderstood, it’s not what I meant."
Luo Ying chuckled inwardly, she wasn’t a little girl, she knew Han Qi’s purpose in approaching her well, she responded coolly several times wanting him to back off, but it wasn’t very effective.
Glancing at Luo Feng, a slight, almost imperceptible smile played at Luo Ying’s lips, she affectionately picked some broken grass off Luo Feng’s hair, smiling, "Luo Feng, this road isn’t easy, be careful riding your horse."
Seeing this scene, Han Qi’s expression slightly stiffened, frowning.
He was intrigued by Luo Ying’s appearance and temperament, yet didn’t expect to face repeated setbacks, upon seeing Luo Ying’s attitude towards Luo Feng, he couldn’t help but direct all his resentment at Luo Feng, with a hint of hostility in his gaze, he asked:
"Miss Luo Ying, who is this?"
Luo Feng opened his eyes, noticed Luo Ying’s indifferent look, secretly smiled bitterly, looked at Han Qi, and replied plainly, "Anything you need?"
Han Qi’s eyes lit up with some arrogance, asked, "I’d like to ask, what is your Cultivation level now?"
He couldn’t see through Luo Feng’s Cultivation, guessing that he must have practiced some technique to hide his aura, the possibility that Luo Feng’s Cultivation far exceeded his, he never considered.
Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, "That’s none of your concern."
Han Qi smiled, "I just wanted to remind you, lack of strength, don’t run around carelessly. The Northwestern Plains often have strong bandits appearing, they like nothing more than inexperienced young masters like you. Recently, the Young Master from Yunhan City’s Cang Family passed through the Northwestern Plains, only to be killed, his hands and feet severed, discarded on the plains, when found, his body was already ravaged by wild beasts beyond recognition."
Han Qi’s tone was low, intending to scare Luo Feng, to flaunt his own prowess.
However, he was disappointed with the result.
"Oh."
Luo Feng nodded calmly.
Zi Ling perceived Han Qi’s words as a mockery of Luo Feng, snorted, "No need for your concern, even if really encountered bandits and robbers, the Young Master will easily slay them."
"Haha, you all still don’t understand the terror of Northwestern Plains bandits."
Han Qi continued, "The Northwestern Plains stretch for thousands of miles, hidden within are countless experts, the leaders of several major bandit groups are all strong contenders in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, some even capable of fighting against New Dragon List experts. These people have been killing and looting in the Northwestern Plains for years, their Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts are top-notch, coupled with years of slaughter, their murderous aura alone can frighten ordinary people to death, those young masters, facing these people, lack even the courage to strike, only able to beg on their knees."
As he spoke, Han Qi looked at Luo Feng, a sneering smile played upon his lips.
Luo Ying frowned slightly, glanced at Han Qi, she had thought him just a bit indiscreet, but didn’t expect his character to be so poor, mocking and insulting Luo Feng, a completely petty act.
"If you’re finished, please leave."
Unconsciously, Luo Ying’s tone turned icy cold.
The Luo Family martial artists behind, each with very unfriendly expressions.
Han Qi’s eyebrow twitched, he shot Luo Feng a cold glance, and then turned to leave.
Hmm?
Luo Feng’s gaze slightly narrowed, suddenly looking towards the vast prairie ahead.
The sky and the end of the plains connected as one, boundless, with golden sunlight piercing through the clouds, forming massive beams of light.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a green light shattered the silence.
The green light soared into the sky, exploding and forming a green sunflower that lingered for a long time.
"Green Kui!"
"It’s the Green Kui Bandit Group!"
Cries erupted, the entire caravan in uproar, seeing that green sunflower in the sky, everyone in the caravan turned pallid.
"Someone’s coming, probably several hundred people." Luo Feng pulled the reins and spoke.
Luo Ying nodded: "The people coming should be from the Green Kui Bandit Group. The Green Kui Bandit Group is one of the top bandit groups in the Northwestern Plains; the three leaders are all martial artists in the Spiritual Rotation Realm. The chief, Green-faced Ghost, is a sixth-level expert in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, the second and third chiefs are both fifth-level martial artists."
"Impossible, this is not within the Green Kui Bandit Group’s territory. How could Green-faced Ghost appear here..."
Beside them, Han Qi looked at the green sunflower in the sky, his face pale as paper, his body slightly trembling.
In the caravan, although there were nearly ten martial artists in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, the highest cultivation among them was only at the early fifth level in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, far from being a match for the Green Kui Bandit Group.
Luo Feng heard Han Qi’s words, but wasn’t surprised. With both chiefs of the Blood Skull Bandit Group having been killed by him, the Blood Skull Bandit Group was now just a name, likely affecting the situation in the Northwestern Plains.
The sound of chaotic and continuous horse hooves echoed near and far; on the green horizon, several hundred bandits charged in, murderous aura reaching the skies.
"It really is the Green Kui Bandit Group, and the chiefs of the Green Kui Bandit Group have come too, that green-faced man at the forefront must be Green-faced Ghost."
"What, Green-faced Ghost has also come!"
"We’re doomed, we’re all doomed."
"Run quickly!"
Seeing the vast number of bandits, the entire caravan immediately fell into chaos, some martial artists shrieked wildly while flying outwards.
Han Qi, gripping his sword, his face changing color, gritted his teeth, preparing to flee.
At this moment, another martial artist in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, unable to withstand the fear, shot up into the sky, transformed into a stream of light, desperately flying away to the distance.
Splatter!
A flash of green, a miserable howl came from the sky, and this Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist’s body burst into a mist of blood.
Whoosh...
Blood mist dispersed, out came a green-faced man full of stubble, holding a blood-drenched human head, precisely the Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist who attempted to escape.
Seeing this scene, everyone’s face turned ashen, and Han Qi, who was ready to flee, his sword-holding right hand trembled slightly, nearly falling off his horse.
This person was indeed the Green Kui Bandit Group’s Green-faced Ghost, known for his brutal nature, slaughtering countless, leaving no survivor in his wake. While other bandit groups prioritize wealth and don’t kill randomly, the Green Kui Bandit Group is different; they are all vile men, killing whoever they see, surviving an encounter with them is as rare as trees blossoming in dry wood.
In the sky, Green-faced Ghost casually crushed several escaping individuals, his gaze scanning down at those hesitating to flee, and with a punch, exploded the head he held, grinning sinisterly:
"Meeting me, Green-faced Ghost, only leaves one path, and that’s the path of death! Kill them for me!"
"Kill!"
Following Green-faced Ghost’s command, hundreds of bandits shouted in unison, their cries shaking the heavens, rushing towards the caravan like lightning.
Slash!
As the bandits closed within a hundred meters of the caravan, Luo Feng drew his saber and swung.
There was no obvious saber light or saber Qi, just an incredibly focused bright white line cutting past Han Qi’s ear, penetrating through, Qi Force severing several strands of hair.
Splatter!
Soundlessly, the charging bandits abruptly stopped.
The next moment!
Within the hundred-meter range enveloped by the white line, bandits and their mounts seemed crushed by a mountain of knives, splitting open instantaneously, scattered into a ground full of flesh and blood.
