He didnât have to search intently, since the traces of fighting were everywhere in the mine. He saw corpses from time to time.
Blaring noises could be heard from the top of the mine frequently. This meant the mine hadnât fallen to the enemy yet. They were still fighting.
Jiang Chen climbed onto the mountain without any hesitation.
Halfway there, he heard a weak voice from the roadside, âYoung Master Chen, is that you?â
Jiang Chen looked over. There was a lovely boy hiding in a tuft of grass to the side. He was dirty, but his eyes were very bright.
Jiang Chen asked him, âWhatâs your name?â
âI am Tiger.â
âIs there anyone else here?â
Tiger nodded with hesitation. He was very obedient, maybe because his parents had told him not to offend Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen followed him to a cave. He saw ten-odd miners and their families hiding there in the dark.
âTiger, where have you been? Why did you bring a stranger here?â
These people became scared when they saw Jiang Chen. They kept stepping back. Some men with weapons were staring at him aggressively.
âJiang Chen!â
Someone recognized him when he approached.
âYoung Master Chen! Great! We are saved! Young Master Chen, how many people have you brought here? Weâll go with you to kill those bastards of the Qingcheng Sect.â
âI am alone,â Jiang Chen said.
Jiang Chenâs answer disappointed them. The man who had offered to join the fight kept his mouth shut.
These were only miners. They werenât warriors.
Jiang Chen didnât take their hurt expressions seriously. âI only need you to tell me the situation on the mountain. Are any of you able to tell me the states of the people?â he asked.
âYoung Master Chen, weâve never practiced. We have no idea how states are divided, but weâve heard that the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect are all in the Gathering Yuan State. There are more than thirty of them. Some of them are in the middle stage of the Gathering Yuan State.â
âAre they in the beginning or the peak of the middle stage?â Jiang Chen asked again. There were huge differences between these two.
But these miners shook their heads, having no idea.
âFine. You stay here. Donât leave.â
Jiang Chen continued to walk towards the mountain top.
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On the mountain top, another blast sounded. With the quake of the mountain, the smoke from the collapsed caves seemed like it intended to devour the people there.
A group of men and women in black clothes were standing at a distance, armoured and armed to the teeth.
They were shouting towards the last cave.
âJiangs, there is only one cave left now! If you donât leave the cave, you will die inside!â
âApprentice brother, are we really going to bomb the cave if they donât come out?â
A pretty female disciple in the back of the group was looking puzzledly at one man.
The man was in his early twenties, and very handsome. His looks were as sharp as a razor.
He was Cao Song, the eldest disciple of the Qingcheng Sect.
âWhat else can we do? The cave extends in all directions. The Jiangs know it perfectly. Itâs too risky for us to go inside. â
âBut after that, we will have to open the mines by ourselves. Itâs a waste of time and energy,â the female disciple said.
âApprentice sister, everything has a price. You canât have it both ways. Besides, it wonât be us who will have to open the mines. Instead, it will be all the Jiangs in the Southwind Ridge, who will become our slaves.â
Cao Song suddenly smiled. The light in his eyes became even brighter. He lowered his voice, âBomb the last cave when the incense stick burns out!â
âYes!â The other disciples of the Qingcheng Sect shouted in unison.
The cave was still dark. No response came from it.
Cao Song wasnât in a hurry. He was waiting patiently.
âWait!â
When the incense stick was about to burn out, finally a voice came from the cave.
âDonât bomb the cave!â
A group of people walked out of the cave slowly.
âLooks like they are afraid of death, too.â A disciple of the Qingcheng Sect sneered at them loudly.
The Jiangsâ warriors didnât say anything in response to the harsh laugh. They just kept walking somberly.
When all the disciples were relaxed, Cao Song suddenly shouted, âFreeze! Disarm yourselves first!â
âAh!â
The Jiangsâ warriors responded quickly. They threw themselves over to the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect with an angry shout, like a herd of ferocious wolves.
âNot one of the Jiangs will die kneeling!â
A warrior of the Jiangs went up to the disciple who had sneered at them and pierced his scimitar into the latterâs chest.
Whoosh!
At the same time, an arrow shot through his head.
âKill them all!â
Cao Song shouted coldly, and notched another arrow on his bow.
The Jiangsâ warriors who had been cornered in the cave were already the underdogs. They would like to fight one last time before their death.
The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were not as courageous as them, but the cruelness they showed, as they were overwhelmingly superior, was scary as well.
The Jiangsâ warriors fell one by one.
Then, a sharp sound ripped apart the sky.
One arrow after another flew over. They were as fast as lightning. The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were shot.
âWho is shooting arrows?â
Cao Song was sure the Jiangsâ warriors didnât have any bows, since they had taken away their bows, so he thought it was a mistake of his own people.
But soon, an arrow came after him.
âWhat a fast arrow! How is that possible?â
The speed of the arrow was beyond his imagination. He didnât have any time to dodge it, so he tried to grasp it by instinct. He failed. The arrow had already pieced into his chest.
Fortunately, the arrow was stuck in his armour. It was only a flesh wound.
âFind a place to hide! Quick!â Cao Song shouted immediately.
The Jiangsâ warriors reacted, too. They ran in the direction the arrows came from.
Jiang Chen was standing there, holding a bow and shooting out arrows.
The only victory in a battle was to kill enemies, by fair means or foul. It was unnecessary to compete for the position of number one warrior.
Bows, as the king of all weapons, functioned wonderfully at this moment.
Besides, the one Jiang Chen was holding was a spiritual bow, which was super powerful.
âYoung Master Chen, are you by yourself?â the Jiangsâ warriors who had run to him stood there, astonished.
âYes. What about you? Are these the only ones left?â
Jiang Chen counted roughly. There were only ten-odd warriors.
The leader was a big, bareheaded man. He said, âYoung Master Chen, the Qingcheng Sect launched a sneak attack. They occupied our arsenal and killed many of us.â
âWhatâs your name?â Jiang Chen asked.
âPlease call me Huoniu.â
âTell me about them.â Jiang Chen saw the Qingcheng Sectâs disciples hiding behind some rocks, so he put down his spiritual bow to take a rest.
Huoniu nodded and said, âThere are more than thirty of them. Most of them are in the preliminary stage of the Gathering Yuan State. Two of them are in the middle stage, a man and a woman. The man is their eldest disciple. His name is Cao Song.â
Cao Song?
The name sounded familiar to Jiang Chen. The Hundred Thousand Mountains was its own world. Some powerful people were famous throughout this world.
Cao Song was one of these men. He became famous because he achieved the beginning of the preliminary stage of the Gathering Yuan State at an early age.
Cao Song shouted from behind the rock, âWho is that?â He knew there werenât any reinforcements. Even if there were, they wouldnât have many people.
This was because the mountain town of the Jiang Mansion had been besieged⊠Once he was finished with the events at the mine, he would join his companions to attack the city.