Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law Chapter 45: Harbinger of Calamity

White snow stretches endlessly.

On the official road outside Fu Ze Village, several figures wobbled forward along the snow-covered path.

"Hang in there, Fuwa, don’t sleep. Once we enter the city, I’ll find you a doctor."

The scar-faced man walked in front, while behind him, every two people supported an injured man. A man with an extrely honest-looking face tightly pressed on the wound on the injured man’s shoulder, repeating his words.

The accumulated snow blocked their path, and the heavy snowstorm slowed their progress as they supported the wounded with great difficulty.

"Damn it, move faster," the scar-faced man turned and urged, then spat, "What’s the use of you? A bunch of you couldn’t even keep an eye on an old man, leaving him to get this injured. When outside next ti, don’t boast about following Master Zhu, it’s humiliating."

"Dao, I didn’t expect the old man to be so fierce, swinging a cleaver at us. At the ti, Fuwa and the others were grabbing the woman and didn’t notice the sneak attack from the old man," explained one of the underlings.

The scar-faced man snorted coldly, "Anyway, when we go back, everyone stick to the sa story: the old man attacked first and caused the injury, got it?"

"Got it, Dao."

"It’s a pity about that woman. She tasted pretty nice but couldn’t withstand much..." The scar-faced man reminisced about the earlier scene.

"Hey, wait."

At that mont, a voice rang out from behind them.

The endless snow covered everything, and apart from them, there was no one else, making the voice stand out abruptly.

They turned around to see a figure approaching against the wind and snow, holding sothing in his hand that was unclear in the distance.

They were montarily stunned, and as the figure approached, they realized it was a young man with a delicate face and a line of white frost on his brow.

He was holding sothing wrapped in black cloth, revealed by the handle to likely be a blade.

"Who are you?" The scar-faced man raised his blade, pointing at the youth.

"I have sothing to deliver to you," the youth answered, avoiding the question.

As the youth drew closer, the scar-faced man sensed sothing amiss and shouted, "What do you want to deliver? Just throw it over!"

"No, I need to give this to you personally," said the youth, continuing to approach.

"Stop right there," the scar-faced man’s eyebrows knitted together.

The youth stepped closer, one pace at a ti.

"I told you to stop. Didn’t you hear?" The scar-faced man shouted fiercely.

Swish!

The black cloth was unveiled and thrown high into the sky, revealing a gleaming Tang Blade in the youth’s hand.

The expressions of the scar-faced man and the others imdiately changed.

Simultaneously, the youth suddenly charged forward, leaped, and with the Tang Blade swung from mid-air, he slashed down an invisible crescent, a powerful strike aid directly at the scar-faced man’s head.

Swoosh!

The scar-faced man managed to hold a minor leader position, so his skills weren’t terrible. His Great Saber was instantly raised horizontally in front of him, but the explosive power gap was too significant, coupled with an overwhelming difference in strength.

With a clear "clang," the formless Sword Qi split the saber in half, slicing the scar-faced man diagonally into two pieces.

After cleaving through a blade and a person, the Sword Qi’s montum wasn’t diminished, crashing heavily onto the ground, sending snow flakes flying up in all directions.

anwhile, the black cloth that had risen into the air also fell to the ground.

Wiping the splattered blood from his face, Chen Mo coldly stated, "Sending you on your way."

The underlings, now reacting, rushed collectively towards Chen Mo.

A few breaths later.

Chen Mo picked up the black cloth from the ground, wrapping the Tang Blade again.

Having taken their money, he moved on to the next location.

...

Outside Wang Family Manor.

Several mbers of the Qinghe Gang who had just raided a village exited from behind the village, having just set foot on the official path, they saw a masked man approaching them.

A few breaths later, corpses were strewn all over the road.

Outside Chengqiao Village.

The main route into Pingting County.

There lay bodies of the Qinghe Gang mbers.

...

In the wilderness, Chen Mo watched the blood on his hands, finally feeling the unease in his heart begin to dissipate.

Initially, he ambushed and killed Brother Shahu and his gang, partly on a whim but mostly to eradicate evil and acquire so money from them.

He took good post-action asures as well.

But he hadn’t expected that such a small move would stir such a significant turmoil.

They were so recklessly bullying the weak, not viewing them as humans at all.

This damned world was so unfair.

Are the weak destined to be humiliated?

"Hahaha..."

Chen Mo fell to his knees in the snow and laughed.

But that laughter carried traces of terror, self-mockery, and perversion.

...

Over the next two days.

Chen Mo lay in wait in the wilderness, three miles outside Pingting County. Any Qinghe Gang mber who appeared, he killed.

Whenever he encountered too many, he avoided directly confronting them.

If anyone had a red number on their forehead greater than his own power, Chen Mo avoided them as well.

Soon, everyone in Pingting County’s town knew that a killer was outside the city.

He killed any Qinghe Gang mber he saw.

Within just over two days, fifty to sixty mbers of the Qinghe Gang had died.

Yet, the Qinghe Gang had no clue who the killer was.

Terrified, many mbers of the Qinghe Gang dared not leave the city, hiding within it instead.

The once-overbearing Qinghe Gang never thought they would see this day; many secretly applauded in delight.

...

Fu Ze Village.

Today is New Year’s Day.

But the entire village lacks the joy of the New Year.

The Chen Family is no exception.

[at consumption tis 0.05, Blood Nourishing Technique experience 0.05.]

[at consumption tis 0.05, Blood Nourishing Technique experience 0.05.]

[...]

Han Anniang watched Chen Mo devouring at, biting her chopsticks, hesitant to speak.

She always thought that the fiend attacking the Qinghe Gang outside was her uncle.

In the last two days, her uncle hadn’t been ho much, always carried a blade out and returned late at night.

Moreover, after her uncle ntioned killing people and left secretly, she heard the next day that many Qinghe Gang mbers had died on the official road, including the murderer of Uncle Song...

"Sister-in-law, why are you looking at like that?" Noticing Han Anniang’s gaze, Chen Mo raised his head and smiled.

"Uncle, is the fiend attacking the Qinghe Gang outside you?" Han Anniang couldn’t help but ask.

Without a mont’s hesitation, Chen Mo replied, "Of course, it’s not ; I’m not that skilled."

"Oh." Hearing Chen Mo’s answer, Han Anniang let out a sigh of relief, then murmured, "Uncle, following your advice, I gave so grain to the Song Family."

Now the Song Family has only Liu Shu and Song Tian’s little granddaughter left.

Chen Mo paused briefly and humd softly, then continued eating.

Perhaps not wanting the atmosphere to remain oppressive, Han Anniang watched Chen Mo devour at and quietly said, "Uncle, my... monthly... period is gone."

Having said that, Han Anniang lowered her head, her pretty face turning crimson.

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