100 Longxin Fruits, the Eagle Has a Dream
The third box was opened, revealing two separate small boxes, slightly wider than the books. Made of sandalwood, one was carved with a flying sword pattern and was about an inch tall. The other was about a foot tall!
I carefully opened the sandalwood box, which was about an inch high, picked it up, and examined it closely, flipping through it casually! There were three secret manuals: 'Sword Control Technique! Flying Bird Step! Sword Control Mind Method!' and cultivation notes! All written in dense, small handwriting!
This must be the legacy of Wan Jian Manor.
Another small box, plain and unadorned, contained some common martial arts manuals: the Willow Branch Sword Technique, the Thunderbolt Saber Technique, and the One-Word Sword Technique. Ordinary martial arts manuals!
He stored everything into his spatial ring to enrich his inventory of secret techniques, which his subordinates could then learn from. Of course, he never expected his subordinates to fight for him; that was never realistic.
"In this world, every step you step is a battleground. If you're not strong yourself, how can you rely on others? That's utterly ridiculous. However, if your subordinates are dedicated and can gather resources for you, that's already quite good!"
Without further hesitation, I carefully surveyed and explored the surroundings.
The rest of the room was empty, nothing else was there. He looked around more carefully, thoroughly searching with his divine sense! There were no other hidden compartments.
Reaching the cave entrance, I leaped lightly to the ground, landing with a gentle step. A sigh escaped my lips.
'These villains are really rich. Which dynasty didn't? Money makes the world go round. This is a real windfall. However, while I can use material things to my advantage, I can't become addicted! Without the strength to protect them, all the fame and fortune are in vain!'
With a light step, he stood in mid-air, slowly flying! He carefully observed with his divine sense!
There were still living people. They arrived at a place, a place of foul stench. A simple shack stood, made of a few pieces of rough wood, covered with a thin layer of thatch as a roof. It had been there for a long time; several holes had rotted away. The shack was surrounded by three thatched fences, serving as walls. One side was empty, presumably a door.
Inside the simple house, upon entering, it was found to be very deep, probably about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) deep! The water was terribly foul, and a stench assaulted the senses.
There were four or five people inside. Three of them were already submerged face down in the water. The other two had their hands shackled and were leaning against the wall, the water up to their stomachs! Their clothes were covered in mud, their original color unrecognizable. Their lower bodies were completely soaked and mangled!
Both of them were already somewhat confused. Sensing someone approaching, they unconsciously shouted, "Help! Help!"
He condensed and channeled his inner energy, transforming it into a giant hand, and with a gentle lift, he brought the two of them to the ground. A flash of light, and the shackles fell to the ground.
They quickly found some water and food! Both of them were at the entry level, seemingly around level four or five. The prolonged water prison had weakened them. They were given some water and food.
He Chen arrived at the entrance of another underground prison. A stench emanated from within. With a sudden burst of force, he flung the door open. Inside, several men dressed in servants' clothes lay on the floor, seemingly unconscious.
Hearing the door open, they didn't wake up. Inside were seven or eight wooden cells, and a dozen or so men and women—only three men, the rest were women. They were all trembling, some dressed relatively neatly, others with torn clothes, whip marks, and bloodstains on their faces. Their expressions were terrified, their eyes lifeless.
Without a word, he arrived at the prison gates. With a flash of his blade, the copper locks snapped in two and fell to the ground. A few more swift strokes. The locks landed, and the prison doors opened.
There were no special words spoken, only a sigh. A simple, soft whisper: 'You are saved. Pack your things and you may leave.'
Then, he prepared to leave. Everyone was in disbelief, staring at the broken lock on the ground, and He Chen was about to leave. Those who were conscious quickly woke up the unconscious ones beside them, saying, 'Get up! Someone is coming to save us! Thank you, benefactor!' 'Thank you, benefactor!'
In an instant, everyone helped each other. A young, bold man went directly to the table next to the servants, picked up what appeared to be water or wine, and distributed it to the others. Then, he knelt down, tears streaming down his face, and pleaded in a sobbing voice,
"Many thanks to my benefactor for saving our lives. These servants were utterly wicked; we didn't know you might have entrusted them to us for punishment."
Spring brings a hundred flowers, summer a bright moon, autumn a cool breeze, and winter snow. If you have no worries in your heart, every season is a good season.
Now, seeing this scene, how can one not sigh? A woodcutter in the mountains, a fisherman by the water, daily carrying a load of firewood and a basket of fish, buying wine in the marketplace, dreaming of a life of leisure at the ends of the earth.
Ordinary dreams are too difficult. A few simple words: 'Do as you please!'
He kowtowed three times, his voice booming like thunder! "Thank you for your kindness, benefactor."
He snatched the thin, sharp three-foot-long knife from the servant's hand! One strike, one strike, each strike faster than the last,
"Ah!" A severed hand, a severed foot! The stinging pain, the excruciating pain, woke the two servants.
"Let me kill him," a woman sobbed frantically.
"Let me do it!" came another hysterical roar, filled with anger and resentment. At this moment, there was only one cut after another, until flesh was mangled and blood flowed freely. The shame, humiliation, anger, dissatisfaction, and resentment in his heart could only be expressed by swinging the knife.
"Spare me! Spare my life! I'll never do it again!" Then, the voice gradually faded away.
He Chen arrived at the two people he had rescued from the water prison. By this time, they had regained consciousness. One of them, who appeared to have a handsome face and a composed demeanor, spoke first.
"Thank you for saving our lives, sir. We are disciples of Wan Jian Manor. I am Qiu An, and this is Guilin! About three years ago, my master and several elders changed for some reason. We fellow disciples don't quite agree with their actions."
They secretly plotted. A year ago, their master discovered their scheme. Out of consideration for their many years of service, he didn't execute them on the spot. Instead, he imprisoned them as a warning to others.
They then gave a brief explanation, and based on their divine sense, what the two said didn't seem to be a lie!
He nodded and said, 'Wanjian Manor has become a den of demons and ghosts. The rest are yourselves to clean up. Collect the corpses on the ground and burn them. Also, send the innocent people in the dungeon back to their homes.'
Then he turned and left. 'Thank you, benefactor. May I ask your name?' He waved his hand without answering.
With light, quick steps, he swiftly departed, heading towards the back of the mountain. "Let these two handle things here first. I'll come back to check on things after I've picked the Dragon Heart Fruit."
Using my divine sense, I confirmed that the two people in question were real. If they were imposters, I could simply turn around and strike them down later. There's no need to overthink things; worrying only adds to the trouble!
Without further thought, the eagle demon watched as dawn broke. Witnessing its master's overwhelming power, the eagle demon trembled with fear. Any lingering hope vanished instantly.
'Even the Ghost King has been killed, so even if I were a Demon King, I probably wouldn't escape death. Besides, I'm not even a Demon King.'
However, following such a powerful master, I could eventually become a demon king. My lifespan would increase by several hundred years, and I could even seduce some beautiful eagles from my clan—that seems feasible. Starting today, I have a dream. I will build a vast clan.
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