Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 511 I'll grant your wish (37)

When Xiong Bufan strolled back to his sect, it was almost dawn.

Looking towards the hilltop where the fire was, it seemed there was only a small spark, and nothing else.

Hopefully, Wang Hui will still be able to escape this time, so that it won't be considered that Xiong Bufan killed her.

As dawn broke, Xiong Bufan was still asleep.

Mo Feng then discovered that the troops at the foot of the mountain had withdrawn, and even the spies monitoring the sects had left.

This was definitely great news. Mo Qiong didn't care whether Xiong Bufan was awake or not, and quickly took a snack to Xiong Bufan's courtyard.

"Master, Master, they've withdrawn their troops."

A chair flew out of the window and crashed directly onto the ground next to Mo Qiong.

The chair fell apart as soon as it hit the ground.

Mo Qiong couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be hit by something, and a wave of fear washed over her. She quickly held the snacks up to herself and said, "Master, your disciple has brought you some snacks."

The snacks will get cold if we wait too long.

No more chairs or other items were thrown out of the room, so Mo Qiong breathed a sigh of relief and carefully walked in with the snacks in her hand.

Xiong Bufan sat at the table, looking displeased. "Where are the snacks?"

Mo Qiong respectfully took the pastries and said, "Please, Master."

The food box has five layers, and it's filled with all of Xiong Bufan's favorite foods.

After eating the food, Xiong Bufan's displeasure lessened a bit. "Alright, you can go now. I need to rest."

"Don't let anyone disturb my rest, or I'll dry you all into jerky."

Mo Qiong left, without a doubt that Xiong Bufan's words were true.

After all, Xiong Bufan usually ties people to trees or rooftops to dry meat.

Lin You rode ahead on horseback, calmly directing the entire army's retreat.

The deputy general in charge of the oil, Yu Zongze, really couldn't understand why Wang Hui would suddenly withdraw his troops, since they had clearly made all the necessary preparations.

"General Lin, where has Lord Wang gone?"

"Lord Wang is waiting for us on the mountain ahead. We need to get there as soon as possible."

Yu Zongze: "Lin You, do you know what crime it is to falsely convey military orders?"

"It's the extermination of nine generations of their family!"

Lin You remained calm and said slowly, "Deputy General Yu, let's go ahead and take a look."

The obstacles have already been set up; even the living will become dead.

Yu Zongze didn't believe a word Lin You said, snorted coldly, and rode forward on his horse.

When I meet Lord Wang and the Prince, I will definitely impeach Lin, and delaying military intelligence will be the first thing I mention.

Ahead lies a valley, a perfect spot for an ambush.

Yu Zongze looked around but didn't see Wang Hui. He was about to explode.

With a "thud," he saw a silver spear embedded in his abdomen.

The owner of the silver spear was Lin You. Fearing that Yu Zongze might not die, Lin You pulled it out and stabbed him again, saying, "If you have anything to say, say it in the next life."

Yu Zongze's eyes widened as he fell off his horse.

Yu Zongze and Wang Hui are birds of a feather; it would be too lenient for them to die.

Lin You looked at Yu Zongze's men and made a gesture, and they were all killed.

Whether in life or in business, don't leave yourself with future troubles.

Lin You, riding a tall horse, began to inspect the soldiers. "Wang Hui and Yu Zongze colluded to harm innocent people, conspired with foreign tribes, and even tried to replace me. Now they have brought this fate upon themselves."

Did you hear that?

Soldiers: "We heard you! General, you are truly righteous."

"Back to the city."

"Yes, General."

The matter of setting the mountain on fire was thus resolved.

Whoever has the strongest military power holds absolute sway.

Wang Hui was still lying on the mountaintop, just like the original owner of the body, burned to a small pile of ashes, mixed with the soil. In a way, she was finally laid to rest.

The area within a ten-meter radius was full of pits, devoid of any vegetation, which blocked the flames at the time.

Next year, small flowers and new vegetation should sprout here.

Xiong Bufan didn't wake up until dusk, having long forgotten what she had done the night before. All she knew was that she had done something very important: she had killed the disgusting thing.

Kongkong: "Bufan, Wang Hui died yesterday."

Xiong Bufan stuffed the chicken into his mouth and said, "Oh, serves him right."

Mo Qiong, Mo Feng, and Yang Le sat at the same table, serving dishes to Xiong Bufan. This was a rare time for the master and his disciples to get together during the day.

After Wang Hui's death, Yang Le's protagonist aura grew stronger, making Xiong Bufan increasingly envious.

Xiong Bufan: "Kongkong, can I take off the protagonist's halo?"

"No, this involves borrowing cargo."

"Borrowing is disgusting."

Xiong Bufan: "Okay." He then continued to stare at Yang Le.

Yang Le didn't know what was going on. Seeing that Xiong Bufan was staring at him, he took the plate in front of him and said, "Master, please."

Xiong Bufan shoved the food into his mouth and mumbled to Yang Le, "Don't do anything bad in the future, or I'll chase you to the ends of the earth and kill you."

"Yes, Master."

"Ah."

People with protagonist aura who only do bad things are a disaster for the world and the people around them.

Without Wang Hui causing trouble, the imperial court would no longer easily attack sects.

Thanks to Xiong Bufan, the living advertisement of Mr. Mingjing, the reputation of Moshanmen has grown increasingly.

For a time, everyone in the martial arts world knew about the Mo Shan Sect.

Just as the original owner had hoped, the sect flourished, had many disciples, and became famous in the martial arts world, becoming a major sect in the Central Plains.

Xiong Bufan rarely left the mountain unless there was something to do; he spent his days in the sect, fighting people and sleeping.

In the fifteenth year, all the major sects gathered again at Moshan Sect.

The various sects no longer harbor the same animosity towards Xiong Bufan, but the agreements still need to be kept, such as the martial arts competition.

Xiong Bufan sat in the main seat, with the leaders and disciples of various sects below him.

Over the years, Xiong Bufan has been like a divine sword hanging over the heads of people in the martial arts world, preventing them from doing bad things.

Now that the martial arts competition is about to begin, the sect leader is feeling quite anxious, as the older generation is no match for Mo Chou.

It would be too shameful if the new generation couldn't beat them.

Ignoring all that, Xiong Bufan gave an order and sent his disciple directly onto the stage.

The first to appear was Mo Qiong, who was holding a knife almost as tall as a person and looked like a demon.

The disciples from various sects below the stage trembled with fear. The disciple who was chosen slowly walked onto the stage. He was also very scared. Who would save him?

Mo Qiong bowed on the stage and said, "Please enlighten me."

Junior disciple: "Please enlighten me."

Before a dozen or so moves had passed, the junior disciple was knocked off the stage.

The second opponent is Mo Feng, who now has the demeanor of a acting sect leader, but his moves are rather ruthless.

Opposite them was a monk in his forties, holding a long staff. He showed no fear, and after a simple bow, he rushed over.

.......

Xiong Bufan sat on the platform watching the show. Mo Feng and his group were much more lenient than Xiong Bufan; at least they didn't kill them all.