() Yandang Mountain has a large number of iron-feathered geese nesting here. At a glance, there are dark geese flying in the sky everywhere, hence the name.
This mountain belongs to the Zhao Wu Empire. Logically speaking, the entire land of the Zhao Wu Empire is the back garden of the Qingyun Sect, and a large number of casual cultivators must prostrate themselves under the Qingyun Sect.
Of course, this is just a theoretical thing. In fact, it is impossible for the Qingyun Sect to manage such a large territory as the Zhao Wu Empire personally. It is all managed by the royal ministers of the Zhao Wu Empire. In the final analysis, it is a mortal country.
In addition to Qingyun Sect, a well-known cultivation sect, there are many casual cultivators in this land. These casual cultivators are either from cultivating families, or they are people in the world who accidentally obtained the Taoist skills of the senior monks, and thus embarked on the journey of cultivating. In short, the path has a shallow inheritance and little potential, so it is rare for casual cultivators to emerge as monastic giants.
Yandang Mountain is a casual cultivator's dojo, but the casual cultivators here are basically bandits who steal and plunder, killing people and stealing goods. However, in the eyes of true cultivators, they are just petty and can't be brought to the fore.
It was also Wang Qian who went to Black Rock City this time. He thought carefully and did not wear the clothes of a Qingyun Sect disciple, otherwise he would not be robbed at all. In order to keep a low profile, he dressed himself up as a casual cultivator, so he was caught by Yandang Mountain. People are watching.
Wang Qian is also addicted to cheating, because it is too fast to obtain wealth and resources. It is much faster than working hard to complete tasks in the sect and then redeeming them with contribution points.
After dealing with Boss Li's group of bandits, he immediately made a plan for himself to go into Yandang Mountain alone and rob the bandit leaders.
Standing at the foot of Yandang Mountain, Wang Qian couldn't help but sigh. Yandang Mountain is also a treasure. Although the aura is not strong, the scenery is picturesque. The entire mountain peak rises abruptly, like a wild goose spreading its wings and taking off. There is an indescribable feeling. of mystery.
"What a waste of resources. Such a good place is now hiding in filth and occupied by a group of bandits!"
Wang Qian cursed in his heart. He also began to feel that no wonder when he was in Qingyun Sect, whether it was Zhou Qing, Wang Dao, or Li Haoran, they all spoke with contempt and disdain when they talked about casual cultivators. In fact, the reputation of most casual cultivators is indeed not good.
Most casual cultivators do not have a complete inheritance and lack of training resources. If they want to improve their cultivation and embark on the road to immortality, they will inevitably take advantage of others. Just like Wang Qian was robbed this time as soon as he left Black Rock City.
As a result, the reputation of casual cultivators has been tarnished from generation to generation, and even many things that were originally done by disciples of the sect were eventually placed on their heads.
For example, Wang Qian was robbed by people from Yandang Mountain. No matter whether it was successful or not, it just happened. Then Wang Qian would not stop doing anything, killing people on Yandang Mountain, and then raided it again. The same thing happened. Robbery is no different from robbery, but just because of the different identities, word spread later, naturally it was a disciple of a certain sect who was robbed by a certain sect, and then this disciple was a genius. Not only did he not be robbed successfully, but based on clues, he broke into the casual cultivator After destroying this evil place in one fell swoop, this disciple is acting chivalrously and righteously. This is the power of public opinion. Public opinion can make it difficult to return.
After all, the disciples of the sect make up the majority in the cultivation world, which occupies the commanding heights of public opinion. When publicity spreads, the disciples of the sect are much more trustworthy than the casual cultivators.
Wang Qian clearly saw the truth behind this, so he had no scruples when it came to killing people and seizing treasures. His identity itself was an invisible guarantee.
Walking up Yandang Mountain, Wang Gan looks like a ghost and moves as fast as lightning. Most people can't even see his shadow clearly.
There were also many casual cultivators patrolling the mountain, most of them were coping, either gathering in twos and threes to gamble, or practicing alone. In short, this stranger Wang Gan was not noticed along the way.
At the top of Yandang Mountain, there is a large area of gorgeous buildings, splendid and resplendent. Many places are made of gold. Beautiful palaces stand on the top of the mountain. When the mountain peak blows past, a mundane atmosphere comes out, which makes Wang Qian very uncomfortable. I sighed, this is not a place where practitioners live. These casual practitioners are still stuck in the mode of banditry. Their understanding of practice is very shallow, and they are very different from the disciples of the sect.
In the largest palace on the top of the mountain, a group of people were gathering. Among these people, there were men and women, monks, laymen, demons, and everyone.
In the center of the lobby, there is a huge bronze cauldron. The strong aroma of meat spreads far away. Wang Qian's nose smelled this smell before he even got close.
"What is this? Eat the meat in big chunks and divide the money in big scales?"
He thought secretly, while moving lightly, like a puff of green smoke, it fell on the roof of the hall in the blink of an eye. The foot was made of pure red gold, sparkling and slippery. If he hadn't been successful in cultivation, he might even have left the room. Slide the top off.
He has already learned from Boss Li that the leader of Yandang Mountain is a man named Ji Shixiong. His cultivation has reached the early stage of foundation building. He practices the Buddhist magical power of protecting the law. He is tall, powerful and invulnerable.
Wang Qian did not rush in directly, but was very careful, and his vast spiritual consciousness penetrated into the hall pervasively.
In the main hall at this time, Ji Shixiong was sitting high on the throne, and the two rows of high-backed chairs were neatly arranged, with the upper echelons of Yandang Mountain sitting on them.
A group of women dressed in light gauze are dancing in the middle of the city. Their graceful and moving figures, with their concave and convex parts looming, give people a feeling of extravagance and temptation.
However, although these dancers have beautiful postures, their expressions are numb and their eyes are empty. They are not like living people at all. Some of them have red eyes, pear blossoms with rain, and they are pitiful.
"Humph, you bitch, you can't help but cry when you dance. There's no sense of beauty at all. It's really disappointing!"
Ji Shixiong, a big man, was sitting on the golden throne, his big copper bell eyes emitting a fierce light, staring at the team of dancers in the center of the hall.
"Hey, brother, these women are not those who live in the world. They are all ladies of the Zhao Wu Empire, the daughters of princes and ministers. They usually have rich clothes and fine food, and they are spoiled and spoiled. Ah, now you can dance for us. If you can reach this point, you are already well trained!"
A young scholar held a folding fan in his hand with pictures of ladies embroidered on it. His soft face now showed a smile, but his eyes revealed a green light, which made people feel cold.
He is the strategist of Yandang Mountain, and is called the beautiful scholar. In Boss Li's impression, this man is more cruel than Ji Shixiong, and is an extremely terrifying and dangerous figure. Although his cultivation is only at the level of Innate Dzogchen, he has profound wisdom.
, sinister and vicious, I don’t know how many people were treated terribly by him.
While the red-faced scholar was explaining to Ji Shixiong, his peach blossom eyes lingered on the women in the field.
"Haha, brother, we have actually done a few big cases recently. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect have recently gone deep into the underground to practice, providing us with a lot of opportunities. Each of these disciples is extremely rich. We in Yandang Mountain have recently
The treasury is full, which is really satisfying!"
A rough man laughed loudly and stretched out his hand to fish. He grabbed a woman and began to ravage her fiercely. The woman's eyes were filled with tears, but she did not dare to cry. She was extremely miserable.
"What Lao Wu said is right. In the past few days, some casual cultivators have come to contact us. They have organized themselves to intercept and kill the disciples of the Qingyun Sect to obtain cultivation resources. After the underground Nether Clan's commotion has subsided, our casual cultivators have to do a lot.
Make a fortune!"
The robbers on the high-backed chairs laughed ferociously one by one. The women who were dancing in the center of the hall immediately suffered, and they all began to experience horrific ravages.
Ji Shixiong's eyes glowed even more excitedly as he watched a group of his brothers wantonly attacking these noble women in the mortal realm.
He gave a long laugh, took a step forward, and with a thumping sound, he left footprints on the gold-paved ground. He seemed clumsy, but mighty and domineering, and in the blink of an eye he came to a dancing girl, like carrying a chicken.
He grabbed one and threw it directly into the bronze cauldron.
He opened his mouth and spat out, and a golden air flow rushed into the cauldron. In the blink of an eye, the aroma of meat became more intense.
After a few breaths, he reached out and fished out the woman. She looked lifelike, crystal clear, and her skin was like jade, but she had been cooked.
He pulled it casually and started chewing it.
Others saw this as if nothing happened, it was obviously commonplace.
These people were celebrating their success here, but they didn't know that Wang Qian saw everything clearly.
"The beast is so cruel and cruel, even more cruel than a demon practitioner. It deserves to be killed. Although I, Wang Qian, am not a good person, I have to raise the butcher knife to do justice for heaven!"
Wang Qian thought he couldn't tolerate this kind of scene. His Taoist heart was firm and he could do anything for the sake of cultivation. However, these bandits were so indifferent to human life, using mortals to have fun and even cook them directly. They were no longer human beings. Even the demon clan
None of them are as cruel as they are.
Wang Gan was angry, and the murderous intention in his chest was radiating out. He couldn't suppress it no matter what, and he didn't want to suppress it, because killing these people was completely out of his original intention. His murderous intention was blazing, but his expression became calmer.
Only the depths of his eyes began to glow with scarlet light.
bump!
He stomped down, and a hole was made in the roof of the main hall. The next moment, Wang Qian was already standing in the center of the main hall.
The incident happened so suddenly that no one could react. Ji Shixiong was mouthing oil and devouring the cooked woman. Suddenly, a big hole was punched in the roof of his main hall, and a young man in white appeared in his sight.