Chapter Thirteen: I'll Take You to Kill!

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Firstly, as long as they could bring Chen Xuan to Golden Peak Stronghold, their lives would be spared. Secondly, the current head of the gang was stationed at Golden Peak Stronghold. If the head learned that the second-in-command had been killed by this cold-blooded killer before him, he would surely be furious beyond measure! At that moment, Chen Xuan would definitely be targeted for death. This was an incredibly fortunate turn of events!

“Grandfather, spare us! We’ll take you to Golden Peak Stronghold right away!” Several bandits hurriedly volunteered to lead the way.

But no sooner had they spoken than Chen Xuan struck. In an instant, three splashes of blood erupted. With a single sword stroke, he slit the throats of three bandits!

“You…” The last remaining bandit was so terrified his legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed to the ground. He never dreamed that those he thought he could survive with would be slaughtered mercilessly by Chen Xuan, who showed no regard for chivalry. Would he be next?

Staring at the blood-dripping sword in Chen Xuan’s hand, the lone bandit trembled uncontrollably, his face etched with sheer terror.

“One guide is enough,” Chen Xuan said coldly and without mercy.

Had Yang Xun still been alive, Chen Xuan might have spared these bandits. But Yang Xun was dead, and he died before Chen Xuan’s eyes. Only by shedding blood could his spirit be honored!

“Lead the way!” Chen Xuan commanded sharply.

The bandit, in a daze from fear, snapped to attention. His trembling legs shook so violently it seemed he could barely walk. Finally, with a mournful expression, he scrambled forward, and Chen Xuan followed closely behind, his expression icy.

Yang Ying’er trailed just behind Chen Xuan, her large, bright eyes burning with vengeful hatred. Her only relative had been killed by bandits like these. She must take revenge.

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The one who would help her exact that revenge...

Yang Ying’er looked at Chen Xuan’s back with a complicated gaze. When they first met, Chen Xuan had taken advantage of her, leading her to believe he was a lecherous scoundrel. Later, seeing how many concubines he had only confirmed this impression.

But now, she saw a different side to Chen Xuan. Though he had many wives and sometimes spoke shamelessly, when it came to crucial moments, he was reliable. Moreover, her father had entrusted her to his care before his death.

Yang Ying’er trusted her father’s judgment. If he chose Chen Xuan, this scoundrel must possess qualities she hadn’t yet seen.

[Notification!]
[Yang Ying’er’s affection level +10.]

Walking expressionless behind the bandit, Chen Xuan suddenly heard the system’s voice in his mind, making him pause and glance back at Yang Ying’er.

Why had her affection for him increased so much all of a sudden?

Their eyes met briefly. For some reason, Yang Ying’er felt a strange sensation; her heartbeat skipped a beat, and an unfamiliar feeling welled up inside her.

“What are you looking at?” she snapped.

“Oh, nothing,” Chen Xuan shook his head, then resumed. “Soon, I will wipe out the entire Golden Peak Stronghold. Are you afraid?”

These bandits were ruthless murderers and arsonists. Killing them wasn’t a sin against heaven but an act of justice.

Yet, Yang Ying’er was just a teenage girl. Would taking her into a bloodbath scar her?

“I’ve been escorting caravans with my father since I was little. I’ve seen death many times. I have even killed myself! Besides, these bandits took my father’s life. They deserve no mercy!” she said through gritted teeth.

“Good. If you’re not afraid, I’ll take you to kill them!” Chen Xuan nodded.

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Meanwhile,

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At the entrance to Bandit Mountain.

Under Li Xiuning’s leadership, seven women had dug two graves—a large one and a small one.

The large grave was for burying the fallen members of the escort agency.

There was no other way; they couldn’t dig a separate grave for each, especially since, except for An Ruoxue, they were all pampered ladies used to servants. Digging these two graves had almost exhausted them.

Following Li Xiuning’s orders, they dragged the escort agency members’ bodies into the large pit, piling them together before covering them with earth.

The small grave was reserved for Yang Xun alone.

Li Xiuning even brought a stone for An Ruoxue to carve the words “Tomb of Yang Xun” on it.

As a princess of the Tang dynasty, she handled these matters with utmost propriety.

Moreover, as Chen Xuan’s lawful wife, Li Xiuning’s status was equal to his. Concubines ranked below her. Therefore, when she instructed Xu Ruolan and Li Xuanyuan to work, none dared complain.

Even the usually aloof and proud An Ruoxue participated.

They buried only the escort agency’s dead.

As for the bandits Chen Xuan had slain, they paid no heed. Those corpses would be left to rot in the wild, either devoured by wild dogs or scavenged by vultures.

“Sisters, do you think our husband was too impulsive, bringing that little girl Ying’er straight into the bandit nest? Is he heading for disaster?” After the work was done, the women rested nearby.

Xu Ruolan, a mother of four and a chatterbox, worried aloud about Chen Xuan’s safety. After all, he was their only support now. If anything happened to him, she didn’t know how she could survive.

With her looks, without a reliable man, she feared she would end up sold off and forced into a brothel.

“Alas, I think our husband shouldn’t have been so rash. That’s a bandit den, after all,” Lu Qiqi sighed. Honestly, she disapproved of Chen Xuan taking Yang Ying’er to revenge. Surviving the bandits was already a miracle; instead of fleeing, going into the lion’s den was courting death.

“Don’t say that. Our husband is capable. He might really wipe out those bandits,” Li Xuanyuan said, unable to keep silent.

In her eyes, the moment Chen Xuan took Yang Ying’er to seek vengeance was incredibly heroic.

A true man should be like that!