Chapter 26: a ughterhouse


    Halfway up ck Mountain was an important spot.


    Not only was this point blocked by rows of wooden stakes, there was a little lookout tower every few dozens of meters or so, much like a military base.


    Jun Changxiao walked along this path and observed emotionlessly. Inside, he was thinking, <em>I killed someone.</em>


    Indeed.


    He had killed someone, killed two people.


    Transmigrating to Falling Star Continent, as a martial cultivator, this was something he would experience sooner orter.


    Strange. Jun Changxiao was puzzled. When I cut off Elder Weis arm on the Grievances Stage, I wanted to puke seeing the blood. Why didnt my first murder elicit the same response?


    He had massacred two bandits with a sword, but his state of mind had beenparatively steady.


    The system exined, [Because the host has adapted to the new status and has enough understanding of Falling Star Continents rules. Doing something like this is no longer extraordinary.]


    Oh.


    Jun Changxiao understood.


    He threw out the distracting thoughts and started to size up his environment. <em>This ce is surrounded by cliffs on three sides. The only entrance is blocked by all these spikes. The difficulty of attacking this ce sure is great.</em>


    Of course.


    The government and numerous sects had suffered many setbacks here.


    Move it!


    A bandit urged him forward with a cold huff, as dozens of other bandits used their swords and spears to press him on, ring at Jun Changxiao.


    Two of theirpanions had been murdered. They had originally hoped to chop this guy into pulp, but the chieftain had ordered them to take him into the stronghold, so they could only forcefully restrain themselves.


    Third Brother, what is Big Chief thinking? Why doesnt he let us brothers act but is making us take him inside?


    This guy is the Ironbone Sect Head. Big Chief probably cares about Jianghu status and did not let us start yet.


    Well, damn. Someone like this is a sect head?


    This daddy has wandered Qingyang Commandery for a long time, but has never seen a bigshot from a sect be a guy who hasnt even started puberty.


    The bandits were talking amongst themselves, but mentioned Jun Changxiaos sect head status. They thought he looked very delicate, unfitting to be the lord of a sect.


    Ah


    Our great Sect Head Jun could only sigh.


    At that moment, he really wished he could tattoo the words I am the sect head on his forehead, indicating to everyone else that he really was the Ironbone Sects boss!


    Elder brother, do you think this guy is just a fake?


    If he dares to and is found out by Big Chief, hell be tortured so much he wishes for death.


    Hehe, I actually hope hes a fake. That way I can appreciate Big Chiefs methods of torturing someone again!


    Escorted by dozens of bandits, Jun Changxiao crossedyer afteryer of defense. He stopped in front of a wooden door, which had the words ck Wind Stronghold carved into it withrge letters.


    <em>Tsk, tsk. Bandits were even building such extravagant strongholds.</em>


    Open up!


    Ga-zhi!


    Therge wooden doors were slowly opened. The bandit in the lead coldly said, Boy, lets go.


    Jun Changxiao stepped inside.


    The ck Wind Stronghold wasrger than the Ironbone Sect, both sides lined with many crude log houses.


    Pah!


    Pah!


    Jun Changxiao had just stepped inside when he heard the crack of a whip.


    In a clear area, five wooden stakes had been erected, with five people tied up. Their hairs was disheveled and clothing bloody, their cloth at their backs torn and revealing the striking whip-marks


    A muscr bandit forcefully raised the whip once more and there was another crack as the whip came down, but there was no pitiful cry of pain.


    Jun Changxiao slightly knit his brows.


    He knew that the reason the person did not cry out was because they were being suffocated.


    Save Save me


    Near his ears was suddenly a weak voice.


    Jun Changxiao lowered his head to see a man wriggling on the ground, both of his legs chopped off. As he dragged himself, he left behind two long bloodstains. His face was exceptionally grotesque, his eyes filled with fright, despair, and pain, as if he knew that he was dying, but hoped to live on.


    Puchi!


    Arge de fell and the mans head tumbled.


    The bandit picked up his de and kicked the head into a brazier. He cursed, Why the fuck is he running if hes got no legs?


    Brother Niu, the guys going to die sooner orter, why not let him die painfully?


    In my opinion, Brother Niu is too soft, wanting him to die a quick and happy death.


    Nearby, the other bandits teased.


    Im fucking soft? The bandit called Brother Niu was obviously foul-mouthed. That motherfucker smeared blood all over the ce, you think I want to clean it up?


    Makes sense, makes sense.


    The othersughed boisterously.


    Jun Changxiaos brows had knit tighter. From the bandits eyes, he caught no sense of pity  it was clear that they werepletely cruel and cold-blooded.


    What?


    Brother Niu put his de away and looked over.


    The other bandits also jumped down from the tform, snickering and sneering as they watched Jun Changxiao.


    Ka!


    One bandit raised his hand and made a slicing movement at his neck, then made a fake strangled noise and snickered.


    The scattered bandits discovered that an outsider had arrived and all stared coldly.


    Suddenly.


    The several hundred bandits were all staring at Jun Changxiao.


    Pah, pah, pah!


    The bandit with the whip snapped it ruthlessly a few more times, then pulled the person tied to the stake by his hair. He cursed, Fuck, another one died. They really cant take hits.


    Jun Changxiao did not speak at all, only continuing forward.


    But after another dozen steps, he saw many people hanging along the sides of the road, one after another. Each one had their heads down; none of them were breathing.


    Fucking bitch. From a crude house on the right walked a bandit, still pulling his pants up. He angrily spat, I didnt pay attention for one second and that bitch killed herself.


    Hehe, let me have a look.


    Damn, Little Eighth. How horny are you that you even want to stick it in dead people?


    The other bandits teased.


    The one called Little Eight stepped into the building but called out, Ive suppressed myself for more than half a year. This daddy would even dare mount a sow!


    Hahaha, the othersughed boisterously.


    Jun Changxiao passed by from the side, his eyes bing more and more cold.


    This was not some mountain hideout, nor a stronghold of bandits. This was a ughterhouse from hell. The bandits here were no longer human, but a bunch of cruel and bloodthirsty beasts.


    Jun Changxiao did not want to be a good person.


    However, seeing all the people who had suffered tortue, the corpses of those whipped to death, and the skeletons stacked together, a nameless fury burned within his heart.


    If it had just been this ughterhouse-like bandit stronghold, Jun Changxiao might have merely been furious.


    But when he saw how that mans head had been kicked into the brazier  seen the desperation, fear, and hopelessness on that mans face  the only thought inside his heart was: kill them all!