Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 396 - 200 Thieves’ Gang

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Chapter 396: Chapter 200 Thieves’ Gang

Wei Ziyi had already demolished Wild Bull Village a year or two ago.

The location of Tuniu Mountain was quite remote, and indeed, nobody would claim it as a stronghold.

Thus, the mountain fort was abandoned.

The Master and his people had taken over, but due to their conditions, had not managed any renovations.

Consequently, the stronghold still looked severely dilapidated.

Buildings had collapsed where they stood, roofs leaked where they could.

The inhabitants moving around in the stronghold all looked pallid, their eyes reflecting confusion and uncertainty about the future.

Su Mo took all this in without knowing what to think.

Wei Ziyi, however, shook her head and tutted, "Such a pity, such a pity."

"...Shut up."

Su Mo gave her a glance.

To put it bluntly, a gang of bandits reduced to this state deserved little sympathy.

But the fact that the Master had been a mountain bandit for who knows how long, mainly targeting himself, was an issue.

Even though they hadn’t managed to loot much in two attempts, they met a particularly tragic fate, which elicited some sympathy.

The Master had just now inquired whether there was someone proficient in medical skills among Su Mo’s escort carts.

There was, indeed.

Little Situ of Xuanhu Pavilion was not to be underestimated. In the whole of Donghuang, who else dared to claim superior medical knowledge?

When the Master heard Su Mo’s affirmative response, he revealed something.

Their journey here had truly been a tough one.

After all, they were bandits.

Their guilt as thieves was fully manifested within them.

After penetrating deep into Dongcheng, they dared not travel openly.

Only navigating cautiously through gaps between Sects and at the edges of powers.

Thus, they frequently encountered dangers, leading to casualties.

Before they reached Tuniu Mountain, they passed through a valley.

The valley was silent, with a small river flowing through.

At the time, the Master sent someone to the river to fetch water, but they came back with a person instead.

Upon closer inspection, the Master was shocked.

The man’s injuries were severe—not just disfiguring, but his body had seen all manner of wounds, internal and external.

Logically, with such grave injuries, he should have been long dead.

Yet, decidedly, the Immortal did not perish.

He clung to life, a sight those who saw could barely bear.

The Master, though a bandit himself, believed that even bandits were human after all.

If beasts could feel sorrow at the loss of their kind, how much more so humans?

Seeing this, although still not knowing who the man was or why he was so grievously wounded,

The Master hesitated, but decided to rescue him.

They took the man along.

Before long, they stumbled upon Wild Bull Village atop Tuniu Mountain.

The Master thought his act of charity had touched heaven and Earth, and that good deeds are always rewarded.

Hence, he took even greater care of him.

Even the little white flour stolen from a village went into the man’s mouth.

Unfortunately, no one in their village knew Medical Skill.

The man hung onto life until now, still hovering between life and death.

Meeting Su Mo again today and after clearing any previous misunderstandings, the Master was moved to ask for help.

But after this plea, Su Mo hesitated.

He was responsible for the escort items and ought not to complicate matters further.

He considered sending Little Situ with the Master to the stronghold.

But there’s that saying... it’s hard to capture the essence of a tiger’s painting and the heart of a person.

The Master appeared loyal and somewhat naïve,

Yet how could he let Little Situ take such a risk, unacquainted as they were?

To accompany him meant the escort carts couldn’t be left unattended.

After much deliberation, it was decided to go together.

If what the Master said was true, saving a life is more meritorious than building seven levels of stupa, and there would be no harm in it.

If it was a deception, and some trap lied in wait, Su Mo was confident it would not escape his notice.

When they arrived, they confirmed that the Master was indeed in dire straits.

And the people in the stronghold, seeing Su Mo and his group, showed not the joy of spotting a ’fat sheep’, but rather a subtle fear.

A woman burst into tears on the spot:

"We said being mountain bandits led nowhere good, we could have just found a quiet place to live, where the men till and the women weave.

"Why go and live by the sword like those people?

"Now look what’s happened, we’ve been caught, haven’t we?

"Dear hero, please have mercy on him, he really isn’t one of the Evil People.

"Though he’s a robber, he never actually stole anything significant.

"Meeting stronger opponents, he would flee, having traveled all the way from the Southwest to Dongcheng, only to starve..."

The woman cried bitterly, her every word laden with tears.

The Master’s complexion alternated between shades of green and white, trembling as he rattled his Big Ring Blade:

"Silence, you harpy! When did Su, the Chief of the Escort, ever catch me?

"These are guests I invited!"

He said cautiously glancing at Su Mo and his group.

Su Mo and the others quickly nodded in agreement.

Having heard this, the woman’s crying grew worse: "We’re already at the point of chewing on bark, and you still invite guests? What do you have to offer?"

"Stop talking now, you," the Master hurriedly took out a corn cake from his embrace, quickly stepped forward to the woman, and stuffed it into her mouth.