Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 112 - 111 White Deer Peak

Taking advantage of the chaos in Ye Capital with people fighting over the Dragon Corpse, repairing the city and extinguishing fires, Tie Dan changed back into his green robe. This time, without any burdens, he directly climbed over the south wall and left the city, heading along the official road towards White Deer Peak.

White Deer Peak lies one hundred and fifty li southwest of Ye Capital, connecting with the Xuan Nu Mountain Range. Among the mountains, there is a green cliff that towers a hundred feet high, standing isolated, with a sky-high seam through the mountain streams. The Stone Gate Path is steep without compare. It is named because a Hidden Immortal who rides a white deer resides here, often releasing the white deer to wander among the cliffs. One can see it from afar.

From the Taoist Collection of the Old Xuan Sect, the Mystic Sect that occupies this place is called the White Deer Peak Xuanji Sect. However, this sect is not one of the prestigious nine major sects, similar to the Yanzi Peak of Tie Dan’s sect, a branch or an Outer Door. Nascent Soul True Men, under the orders of their sect, or perhaps unable to sustain themselves, come out on their own to claim the mountain as their territory, establishing sects and passing down a lineage.

However, as for whether White Deer Peak has a Spiritual Spring Earth Vein or any rare treasures is not crucial for now; its terrain is extremely strategic.

As the shopkeeper said, it connects north to Ye Capital, west to Bai Xing, south across the Gen River, and east to Zhen Country’s Daming Prefecture. It is an important mountain pass on the Genzhou Plain where few strategic points can be found.

Therefore, although the Xuanji Sect lacks power and has a short lineage, its position is clearly significant. It is like driving a stake into Zhen Country’s core area. Nearby wealthy families and villages offer their children as tribute, forming many cultivation families around the White Deer Peak settlements, erecting fortresses using the mountain’s natural barriers and the Mystic Sect’s support, guarding this crossroads, defying orders while still within the Genzhou Kingdom, acting like warlords controlling a portion of territory.

In other words, as Manager Qiao says, it is already considered a boundary of the Mystic Sect.

In a vast plain like Genzhou, densely populated Central Plains, Tie Dan naturally wouldn’t lose his way, his steps light as he heads towards White Deer Peak. However, he didn’t encounter Zhen Baiyu along the way.

No, they had agreed to meet at White Deer Peak, and this was the only road. It had only been a day, could she possibly be that fast? She couldn’t have been kidnapped halfway again, could she? A dignified cultivator who has established her foundation?

Tie Dan was truly speechless. Although he didn’t expect Zhen Baiyu to be able to take down a dragon with a single shot, at least she could be somewhat reliable, right? Even if she couldn’t fight, she could at least help out, form a team, heal some wounds, replenish some Qi, act as bait or something, right?

And let you walk a bit ahead, yet you can still get lost along the way. How is anyone supposed to handle this...

Tie Dan shook his head, focusing solely on moving forward. He decided to follow the original plan and meet Manager Qiao and others at White Deer Peak. If such a large figure really got lost, he would turn back to find her.

With Qi manipulation and acceleration, wind beneath his feet, Tie Dan had already traveled most of the way by noon, leaving the boundaries of Ye Capital. He saw a tea stall by the roadside where some travelers and vendors were resting and took the opportunity to buy a pot of cold tea and replenish his Qi.

The customers in the tea stall noticed Tie Dan was alone, walking with no baggage, not carrying weapons. Yet, he seemed to have bathed in Dragon Blood; he shot up, robust and tall, with sharp, penetrating eyes, clearly not someone you’d want to mess with. Given the chaotic times, he was likely one of the northern rebels, drawing everyone’s wary glance.

Tie Dan paid them no mind. When the tea arrived, he didn’t drink it straight away. Instead, he opened the lid and poured some into a cup, spilling it on the ground to observe the color. He poured a second cup, sniffed it carefully, and spilled it again before pouring a third cup, touching it to his tongue, and spilling it yet again. Only after sitting for fifteen minutes and confirming no issues did he start drinking the tea.

The tea vendor watched his caution and was left speechless, deciding not to offer any peanuts or soybeans to avoid wasting them.

After being delayed for half an incense stick’s time by a pot of tea, suddenly a loud rumbling sounded from above.

It’s going to rain? Not a cloud in the sky?

Then the sound of raindrops, pitter-patter, clattered on the tea stall’s awning, prompting two vendors to stand up, intending to bring their roadside goods under cover from the rain.

Tie Dan glanced at the "raindrops" falling to the ground and stood abruptly.

"Stop!"

The vendors paused, turning their heads at his command.

"Boom!"

A mangled corpse fell from the sky in front of the tea stall, with a splattering sound, blood spraying everywhere, flesh splattering the ground, bones flying in all directions, drenching the two vendors who screamed in terror, collapsing to the ground, pants wet.

Here we go again, another ambush.

Tie Dan was accustomed to this, leisurely drank his tea while two more bodies fell successively with a "boom!" "boom!"

The vendors, customers, huddled together, some shrank into corners, others hid under tables.

Tie Dan laid down two coins on the table, walked calmly out of the tea stall, and glanced at the three broken bodies on the ground.

If they could fall from the sky, they were certainly not ordinary people—cultivators for sure, all clad in white clothes, now bloodstained clothes, clearly fellow sect disciples.

But to be smashed into such a bloody mess, without properly practicing Gang Fist or tempering their Taoist Body, they were likely only at the Core Formation Realm at most, probably using some magic treasure or talisman to ascend.

Tie Dan then looked up, and indeed, in the clouds, True Qi was on a rampage. Using Divine Sense, enhancing his eyesight, he saw two white and one yellow, three streams of Daoist energy tumbling through the sky in a chaotic chase and fight.

No, it couldn’t really be called a fight; it was clearly a massacre. Those two streams of White Qi were no match for the Yellow Qi, flitting around like headless flies without strategy, their speed and technique, even strength were utterly overwhelmed, toyed with like a cat with mice, confined to this airspace with no room to advance or retreat, and didn’t dare break away to escape.

Indeed, in such circumstances, both of the White Qi needed to act together to barely fend off the Yellow Qi’s attacks. If one person fell alone, they would be instantly crushed and slaughtered by the Yellow Qi, so they didn’t dare to flee separately, just huddling together trying to head south, but were occasionally driven back by Yellow Qi’s fierce rushes.

To be fighting two against one and still ending up like this, it’s truly embarrassing...

Tie Dan looked at the bodies on the ground.

I’m afraid it wasn’t even two against one...

So Tie Dan returned to the tea stall, picked up a stool, and sat down to watch them finish the fight.

What could he do? Tie Dan couldn’t fly, and escape skills like Qi Explosion are not considered...

It didn’t take long; victory was soon decided in the sky. The Yellow Qi with frequent fierce strikes had overpowered the two White Qi, revealing that it had also concealed some power. It appeared they had no hidden trump cards, were simply trash, then executed a fierce rush, delivering a deadly blow, dispersing one of the White Qi, killing it instantly, causing it to fall to the earth.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, another white-clad cultivator crashed to the ground, his skull shattered, his body reduced to a pulpy mess, his eyes popping out and landing near Tie Dan’s feet.

This time Tie Dan watched closely.

The Yellow Qi cultivator’s technique for employing inner energy resembled Gang Fist, with exceptionally high inner energy protecting the body, using Qi Manipulation to fly through the air, then propelling himself like a human arrow, his palms striking together with astonishing power!

If one’s cultivation and combat skill, even slightly inferior like the white-robed cultivators, they couldn’t withstand a single strike, being hit by the palms directly from lungs, shattering meridians, exploding bones, scattering all energy, left lifeless.

Then with a "whoosh," a gust of fierce wind swept the scene, as the Yellow Qi descended to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, out of the wind came a mage in an apricot yellow Daoist robe, small-eyed, fleshy-jawed, with a square face and broad nose, his face full of threatening flesh, his temples bulging, looking like a bully dog, rather fearsome in appearance.

However, this dominating inner energy Daoist skill was genuine, and though also at the Golden Core Realm, his earlier feat, fighting five opponents effortlessly, demonstrated his solid foundation and strong combat power.

At this moment, the mage with dragon-claw-like hands, covered with callus-laden steel palms, held a white-clad woman, her limbs broken and tucked under his arm as if carrying a freshly caught deer.

The woman was now disheveled, her face unseen, though her white clothes stained with blood, clearly struck once and passed out, yet much better off than those same-sect members beaten to pulp.

Oh, no wonder there was extra entanglement, men, aren’t they always about power and women?

The yellow-robed cultivator approached, glanced at the bodies on the ground, and looked at Tie Dan sitting on the path, coldly saying,

"A pot of tea."

The boy, terrified, couldn’t respond.

So Tie Dan stood, took the teapot, and poured him a cup.

The yellow-robed man eyed Tie Dan, took the cup, drank it all, and turned to leave.

"Hold on."

The yellow-robed man stopped and turned around. Tie Dan spread his hands,

"Two coins."

The yellow-robed man stared at him,

"I don’t have any."

Tie Dan placed the teapot on the table, rolling up his sleeves, readying for a fight.

Unexpectedly, this fierce-looking, ruthless mage didn’t rush to act, first pinching his fingers for a calculation, then after a moment’s silence, looking at Tie Dan,

"If you want to fight, fine, but ’twas your decision, you state the reason."

Reason? Seeing you so powerful, so domineering, piques my interest.

Tie Dan casually points to the bodies on the ground.

"White Deer Peak disciples are my fellow sect members."

The yellow-robed man,

"I’m also a Mystic Sect disciple, Songshan Han Xiong."

"..."

Tie Dan glances at the woman.

Han Xiong produces a red paper invitation.

"She’s my legitimate wife. The marriage certificate is in hand. I came to retrieve her."

"Is that your reason for killing four disciples and leaving their bodies roadside?"

Tie Dan showed clear skepticism, evidently not believing.

Han Xiong angrily responded,

"Reason!

I devoted myself, guided her on the Path, helped her form a core! Scraped together eight million prize money! Countless elixir materials! Six top-grade magical treasures! Married her with fanfare!

But she scorned my looks! Refusing dual cultivation with me! Neither would she refund me! Even summoned a group of rats to plot against me! How could I tolerate this!"

Tie Dan, "...Indeed."

"Fellow Daoist rest assured! Even for the sake of fellow sect members, I wouldn’t destroy her soul! Scatter her spirit!

If she won’t marry, she won’t marry! Even if the prize money is spent, she can repay it slowly! The karma she owes me, if not repaid, how could I let her die!

Besides, to buy a maid would cost me just twenty thousand cents! Easily usable for ten years!

I’d value her ten times over normal maids! Use her four hundred years before sending her for reincarnation! Isn’t that reasonable!"

Tie Dan, "...Indeed."

Han Xiong nodded, ripped off the woman’s ear, and threw it into Tie Dan’s hand,

"Is that enough!"

Tie Dan looks at the pearl earring on the ear,

"It’s enough."

"Good! Then our karma is clear! Farewell!"

With that, Han Xiong exhaled a burst of Yellow Qi covering himself and soared into the sky, leaving Tie Dan standing aside, watching the Yellow Qi cut through the sky.

After all...

He can’t fly either...

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