Chapter 50: Hidden Danger (2)
"Hah…" It looked like things were about to get really troublesome and he most likely would not be able to hide away from it…
Swoosh!
A wind slowly blew across Xuan Hao's robe as the blood from the bandit leaders exploding head disappeared. Leaving behind a pristine white robe.
At least his cultivation could help him clean his robe, ahh, the stronger the cultivation, the more useful it becomes… Core Formation cultivators would definitely not be able to clean their clothes as quickly as a Nascent Soul expert!
"M-master! W-what do we do about the rest of the bandits?" Shakingly making her way from behind Qing Ming, Qing Yi walked up to Xuan Hao and asked him.
"Hm? Ah, I will just seal their cultivation and allow the people from the caravan to hand them over the authorities, why?" Turning around, Xuan Hao answered Qing Yi in a confused tone. Not expecting her question.
Hearing what Xuan Hao said, the bandits sighed in relief, at least they would not get killed off or anything and would just be handed over to the authorities.
Spending a few years or decades in prison was way better than getting killed!
"Hand them over to the authorities…? Not kill them off or something?" Blinking her eyes at the answer, Qing Yi's words caused the bandits to start sweating once again.
Girl! Nobody asked you to suddenly kill us off! Why did you not just keep quite and let the expert hand us over to authorities!
"Why would I do that? Bandits will normally have a bounty on them and if I send these guys to the authorities, it will help the Flying Sword Sects reputation, while also earning some spirit stones along the way. A win-win situation if I say so… No need to just randomly kill them off or anything…" Sighing to himself at his disciple's bloodthirsty way of thinking, Xuan Hao reminded himself that he was her teacher and would have to teach her how the world worked.
Just because he had killed one of the bandits who ran away as a warning, Qing Yi most likely thought he would kill all of the bandits!
Turning to look at Qing Ming, whom Qing Yi had run to earlier, Xuan Hao pointed towards that bandits as he began talking. "Qing Ming, right? Can you take care of handing in the bandits for us? Just let them send the rewards for handing in the bandits to the Flying Sword Sect!"
"Y-yes, sir!" Not really knowing how to respond, Qing Ming hesitatingly acknowledged Xuan Hao's order.
"Great! I will just seal their cultivation and let you handle it." Hearing the affirmative from Qing Ming, Xuan Hao spread his aura out and used it to seal the cultivation of the bandits all at once.
The bandits who felt the aura from Xuan Hao slowly seep into their body and seal their cultivation base, did not resist in the slightest.
They knew that if they fought back, death would be the only outcome!
The rest of the trading caravan was still just staring speechlessly at the bandits obediently had their cultivation sealed by Xuan Hao.
What happened in the last few minutes was nothing short of an emotional roller coaster, going from being in a hopeless situation surrounded by desert bandits and then suddenly seeing the same ruthless and bloodthirsty bandits obediently having their cultivation sealed up.
"Now that its done, we will take our leave. Need to be in time for the Bright Sun City annual youth competition after all. Qing Yi, come here and let's leave quickly, you can catch up with Qing Ming when he returns to the Qing family in the future." Looking at the bandits that were standing obediently in a group as the members of the caravan tied them up, Xuan Hao instructed Qing Yi to come.
Qing Yi did not say anything and only hugged Qing Ming goodbye before making her way onto her master's sword that was still laying on the ground.
"Bye uncle Qing Ming! Hurry back to the Bright Sun City when you can, I will be there for the entire youth competition, so you should be able to get back in time before I leave again!" Waving goodbye to Qing Ming, Qing Yi looked back at her master as he slowly caused the sword to ascend into the air again.
"Ha… Farewell Qing Yi, its great to see you found yourself a strong master!" waving goodbye to his niece, Qing Ming smiled awkwardly. This time, he felt like he would not be able to forget the scene of the man in the white robe descending to safe him for a long time to come.
All he knew was that his niece had found a strong master and that he was apparently from the Flying Sword Sect, it looked like their Qing family would be fine, even with the Bai family having the Black Rose Sect to support them. The Flying Sword Sect was no weaker and was even stronger than them!
It looked like a lot had happened in the time he was gone from the family! Back then, Qing Ming left his family to try and find a way for them out of their predicament, but in the end, it looked like his niece was the one who found the way out. Not him…
Looking at Qing Yi and Xuan Hao disappearing in the distance, Qing Ming sighed to himself.
The young will always surpass the old… Looks like the younger generation of the Qing family is growing well…
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"Master, do you know what organization that bandit guy was talking about?" As they were flying out of the Red Dust desert, Qing Yi asked curiously. The bandit had talked about some organization with Nascent Soul experts causing chaos in the Heavenly Sky Kingdom before his head went pop.
"…I have clue, but it looks like things are bound to get more troublesome soon. Hopefully, it won't affect the Flying Sword Sect and us too much." Looking into the distance, Xuan Hao sighed to himself as he thought about the implications of having an organization with Nascent Soul experts trying to cause chaos inside of the Heavenly Sky Kingdom.
He had already sent the information about it back to the Sect Master with a communication talisman, who would hopefully know what to do about it.
At least, he would not have to deal with it anymore, at the end of the day it was the Heavenly Sky Kingdoms problem… Not his.
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