Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

"She has a talent that makes all women in the world jealous, but Brother Zhao just turns a blind eye to it." Qian Xiaoyi said.

Zhao Rui remained silent for a while before he said, "She looks too much like my mother, so I just treat her as a younger sister. But even if she is outstanding in appearance, is it worth it for a Jindan-stage cultivator to take action?"

"I don't know either, but that woman in the red skirt has a very romantic aura."

Zhao Rui frowned and asked, "Feng Yueqi, what do you mean by this?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. If the other party saved her, he must have something to ask for. She has great talent and a stunning appearance. What do you think he wanted?"

"Could it not be that he simply wants to recruit a disciple?"

Qian Xiaoyi sighed and said, "This is of course the best outcome."

Zhao Rui fell silent again. He recalled the woman in the red dress. She was indeed as Qian Xiaoyi said, with some romantic air.

While the two were talking, the team had already arrived near the mine.

A gust of cold wind blew out, causing Zhao Rui to shiver. He looked forward and sighed inwardly, "Now that I can't even save myself, what's the point of caring about others?"

As we were getting closer and closer to the mine, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the mine.

The white shadow walked out and gradually revealed its full appearance. It turned out to be a man with pale skin.

The man was covered with only a piece of cloth. He was extremely pale and his face was so thin that only skin and bones were left. He looked like a hungry ghost crawling out of a grave.

When he saw the sunlight, he immediately covered it with his hands, obviously not used to it.

But with a smile on his face, he said in a hoarse voice: "Ten years!"

Behind him, whips cracked and a voice shouted, "Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"

Soon, six pale-skinned people filed out. In addition to the shackles on their feet, their hands were tied behind their backs with hemp ropes.

Then, three supervisors in uniform grey clothes came out.

When they saw Chen Wenhe, they immediately trotted forward and asked, "How can you do this job!"

Chen Wenhe snorted coldly and said, "Isn't this all thanks to you? Does it take so much time to catch a few cows and horses?"

One of the three supervisors, who was a burly man with a full beard, said, "Uncle, you know that someone led the way and ran to the deepest part of the mine. It's hard to find him!"

Chen Wenhe glanced at the six people one by one, and finally stopped at an old man who still looked like a human being. He said:

"Old Yao, this isn't the first time you've done this. If you'd stayed here obediently, you would have been free by now."

The old man surnamed Yao coughed, spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and said nothing.

The bearded supervisor walked up to Chen Wenhe and said, "Uncle He, why don't you chop him off? He's been in three out of five episodes, it's too much trouble."

"Okay!" Chen Wenhe stretched out his hand, summoned the Nine-ring Sword, and slashed at the old man named Yao.

Seeing the blade approaching, the old man surnamed Yao stood still as if he didn't care about his own life at all.

"Hmph!" Chen Wenhe snorted coldly, but the knife stopped.

He turned the back of the knife over and placed it on the old man surnamed Yao's neck, tapping the tendons and saying, "If you are not afraid of death, then why would I kill you?"

All the white people breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

However, at this moment, Chen Wenhe suddenly exerted force and slashed at the person next to him with a diagonal knife.

A head shot up into the sky and flew more than ten feet away before falling to the ground.

Next to the old man surnamed Yao, a headless corpse was gushing blood, splattering everywhere.

The bloody scene immediately made the two white-skinned men collapse to the ground, begging: "Overseer, spare our lives, Overseer, spare our lives, we will never run away again."

Outside Chen Wenhe's body, a layer of blue light shield was faintly visible, blocking all the blood. However, the bearded man next to him was not so lucky. His face and body were covered in blood.

"Uncle He, can you please say nothing? Look at me, I'm so disgusting." said the bearded supervisor.

Chen Wenhe held the knife and said, "You have been afraid of blood since you were a child. I am helping you to build up your courage!"

Not far away, the other two supervisors could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

The two of them were laughing happily when Chen Wenhe suddenly attacked again and flashed in front of the white-skinned man beside them.

A cold light flashed everywhere, and a head rose into the sky again, spurting hot blood, splashing all over the two supervisors.

The two looked innocent, but didn't dare to say anything.

Chen Wenhe was still clean-handed. He put away the Nine Ring Knife and said, "Alright, I'll teach you a lesson, and teach them a lesson as well. Now pack up and go down to feed the cattle and horses!"

The bearded overseer nodded repeatedly, summoned two balls of fire, and threw them at the two corpses.

The flames burned fiercely, and in a short while, the two bodies turned into ashes.

Then, he gathered the remaining four white-skinned people together, whipped them with a whip, and said, "You guys are lucky to have saved your lives, but the punishment cannot be reduced. Each of you must pay an extra spirit stone per day, and your sentence will be increased by five years."

Several white-skinned people were terrified. One of them knelt on the ground and begged, "Overseer, spare our lives. If we pay one more dollar, we will die!"

At the same time, the old man named Yao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Two dollars a day, otherwise I won't pay a single dollar."

The bearded supervisor was furious and was about to scold him, but Chen Wenhe said first: "Since Mr. Yao has asked, it is not impossible, but there is a condition."

"What conditions?"

"Of course, you should not run away in the future. The life span of a foundation building is 500 years. You still have a lot of time after you get out."

"depend on mood!"

"You are so shameless!" Chen Wenhe felt around his waist and took out a pair of iron hooks, saying, "Pierce his collarbone and don't give him any food for three months."

"Okay." The bearded man took the hook, his eyes shining with excitement.

The old man surnamed Yao was not afraid. Instead, he smiled and said, "Put it on! You won't be able to use your energy if you put it on, and you won't have any spirit stones."

"I still have some spirit stones for a few months, but the evil spirit is hard to bear, so just enjoy it!"

The old man named Yao laughed and said, "Spend your money. I can hold on for as long as it takes."

While the two were talking, the bearded supervisor had walked up to the old man named Yao. Without any hesitation, he used all his strength to pierce the iron hook into the man's scapula.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Although the old man surnamed Yao was very strong, he still made a sound of pain because his scapula was pierced.

Chen Wenhe seemed to enjoy the sound very much. He stroked his beard as if he was listening to a piece of music.

After a while, he called the other two supervisors to his front and ordered: "You two go back to the stone house and guard it. If there is anything, notify me. I will go down and beat those old foxes."

The two were very happy. They clasped their fists in greeting and hurried towards the stone house.

The bearded man looked frustrated and asked, "Uncle, what about me? We are all members of the Chen family. You are too partial to me."

Chen Wenhe ignored him and walked towards the mine with his hands behind his back.

The bearded man was helpless and had to wave his whip and shout at the four men to follow.

A group of people entered the cave one after another, and the coffin began to move. Seeing this, Zhao Qian and the others hurriedly followed.

Ahead, the dark mine was like a giant mouth, slowly swallowing everything.

Faced with the unknown, Zhao and Qian couldn't help but panic, and sweat broke out on their palms.

They saw everything that had just happened, and in many places, they were confused, as if they were looking at flowers in the fog.

The more this happens, the more confused people become.

What exactly does Chen Wenhe mean by cattle and horses?

There is a large formation here, and everyone has shackles under their feet. How did they escape?

What is evil spirit? The old man surnamed Yao looked tough, but he also seemed to be scared.