northernbook #301 - Fist
#301 - Fist
Western Desert.
After nightfall, the moon over the vast Gobi Desert was exceptionally bright.
Even without lighting a fire, one could still clearly see the surrounding objects.
However, the temperature on the Gobi Desert at night was very low.
But this was not a concern for Liang Jin.
A large temporary tent had already been set up by those slaves.
A fire was burning inside the tent.
A wide chair was placed there, covered with a layer of soft sheepskin.
Liang Jin sat on the chair.
A female slave knelt respectfully to his left, holding a silver platter in her hands, which contained freshly cut roasted mutton from the grill.
Another female slave knelt to his right, holding a silver goblet in her hands, filled with delicious wine.
Liang Jin had never thought of keeping slaves; he was someone who specialized in killing slave owners.
But after this group of slaves was rescued by him, they always found it difficult to change their slavish nature, and they also regarded Liang Jin as their new master.
They had been serving Liang Jin with the attitude of slaves.
Liang Jin saw that they couldn't change this habit in a short time, so he could only let them be.
After all, his avatar did not have the characteristics of the [Nine Empty Realms], and he didn't have so much time to slowly correct the servility of these people.
"Is the dragon-slaying boy showing signs of becoming an evil dragon?"
"I didn't expect that I would degenerate to such an extent."
Liang Jin couldn't help but mock himself.
He had killed so many slave owners, but he was actually being served by this group of slaves.
And he even felt that he was enjoying it.
In front of Liang Jin, in the center of the tent.
A stunningly beautiful young girl was dancing to the music.
She moved her lotus steps lightly, slightly raising her head, her eyes full of charm.
She gently extended her wide sleeves, her slender arms writhing like agile snakes, her long sleeves fluttering, like flowing clouds and flowing water. Her hands sometimes bloomed like orchids, and sometimes touched the water like flying swallows, her fingertips nimble.
Her waist was as soft as a willow, twisting with the rhythm, like a tender sprout in the wind, each swing was just right, showing both strength and gracefulness.
When the girl spun around, her skirt fluttered, like a blooming flower. Her feet seemed to have wind, moving and leaping quickly, but without losing elegance.
The sound of the bells became more and more urgent, intertwined with the exciting drumbeats.
Liang Jin admired the graceful dance and praised:
"Also princesses, this Xiao Wan is much stronger than the Great Qian princess."
"Watching her dance, I can't get enough of it no matter how many times I watch."
Xiao Wan was the daughter of the deceased princess of the Ju Huan Kingdom. Although she had never received the official title of princess, she could barely be considered a princess.
Her dance was unparalleled!
Especially her figure, graceful and boneless. Liang Jin had carefully looked up and down and couldn't find a trace of fat.
Liang Jin certainly wouldn't expect Zhao Xiling to dance; she simply wouldn't!
Within the Great Qian territory, all ladies from noble families would learn the arts of qin (zither), chess, calligraphy, and painting.
But they would never learn to dance.
The word "dancer" was not a complimentary term in Great Qian.
In the eyes of the Great Qian people, dancing was ultimately about showing off one's body in front of everyone, allowing people to judge.
Therefore, any young lady with a little status would not learn to dance, let alone a princess like Zhao Xiling.
But the customs of the Western Desert were very different.
Not to mention a female slave like Xiao Wan who could dance.
Even the real princesses of some nearby countries could also sing and dance.
At this moment.
Xiao Wan finished a dance, she crawled to Liang Jin, and then slowly climbed up to Liang Jin like a snake raising its head.
When her delicate face was level with Liang Jin's face, Liang Jin saw that Xiao Wan held a sweet apricot between her bright red lips.
She slowly leaned towards Liang Jin, actually wanting to feed the sweet apricot to Liang Jin mouth-to-mouth.
Liang Jin looked at Xiao Wan's beautiful face close at hand, and it was inevitable that he was a little moved.
He was usually very busy and had no time to approach women.
But now, during these days from Liusha City to Cangfeng Valley, Liang Jin had also relaxed.
Especially with more than two hundred people following him, all of them were there to serve Liang Jin alone.
This left Liang Jin with basically nothing to do except practice his skills.
Which led him to…
Started to degenerate!
"Why can't I degenerate?"
Liang Jin thought to himself:
"I've been working hard for so long, I should enjoy it."
Xiao Wan held a sweet apricot in her mouth, her posture alluring.
It has to be said that those slave owners were indeed skilled in training slaves.
Xiao Wan had mastered the skills to please her master.
No matter what Liang Jin wanted her to do, she would obey docilely.
Especially this kind of obedience, it was a wholehearted obedience.
To the point that Liang Jin was a little unable to control himself.
"Humph!"
A cold snort rang out.
A one-eyed middle-aged man stood up angrily and left the tent.
That was a fifth-grade martial artist, Yunlong, a former general of the Ju Huan Kingdom.
If it were a few days ago, Yunlong would not have tolerated Xiao Wan stooping to please and serve Liang Jin like this.
Once he saw it, he would have stopped her with a few words.
But the remnants of the Ju Huan Kingdom were different.
When the Ju Huan Kingdom was destroyed, both nobles and commoners became slaves.
They had also experienced a full twenty years of slave life, and now they were very satisfied to be able to live to the present.
Although they also respected the bloodline of the Ju Huan royal family, they had long accepted the reality that Ju Huan no longer existed.
Especially now that Liang Jin was very powerful and treated them very well.
They were also willing to follow Liang Jin.
Therefore, they were naturally happy to see Xiaowan become Liang Jin's woman, as this might be the best outcome for her.
So, these old conservatives often gathered around Yunlong to persuade him.
Such persuasion had some effect.
To the point that now, although Yunlong was still unwilling to see Xiaowan demean herself by serving Liang Jin, he no longer tried to dissuade her.
Instead, he chose to avoid it, seeking peace of mind by not seeing it.
At this moment.
Liang Jin put his arm around Xiaowan's slender waist, about to taste the sweetness between her lips.
"Cough, cough!"
A dry cough sounded.
Liang Jin turned his head and saw a beautiful woman in white standing at the entrance of the tent.
She was quite beautiful, but she always carried a cold aura that kept people at a distance.
It was none other than Lu Yingrong, the Palace Master of the Ice Palace of the Great Snow Mountain Sect.
Liang Jin saw that his good time had been interrupted, so he reluctantly pushed Xiaowan away and waved his hand, signaling everyone in the tent to leave.
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Lu Yingrong went straight into the tent and joked:
"Young Hero Meng has quite the refined interests."
"It seems your enthusiasm for the treasures of Hidden Wind Valley is not as great as your interest in these slaves."
Lu Yingrong had been traveling with Liang Jin these days, and the two had become familiar with each other.
However, she never imagined that the young man in front of her, who didn't stand out in any way, was the one who had almost killed her and personally killed Ping Shuang, the Peak Master of Qing Shuang Peak of the Great Snow Mountain Sect.
Liang Jin gestured for Lu Yingrong to sit down, then smiled:
"Palace Master Lu, what brings you here so late at night? Surely not just to make fun of me?"
Lu Yingrong immediately said seriously:
"I want to ask Young Hero Meng, why is Cang Du moving so slowly?"
"Is he not afraid that the treasures in Hidden Wind Valley will be snatched away beforehand?"
Ever since the news of the treasure's emergence spread, all the martial artists in Flowing Sand City had been rushing towards Hidden Wind Valley like madmen.
Liang Jin, Lu Yingrong, and Cang Du's group were naturally also heading towards Hidden Wind Valley.
However, Cang Du, as the leader, seemed to intentionally slow down the pace, and the group stopped and started along the way, eventually falling to the back of the pack.
Lu Yingrong had been holding back until tonight, and finally couldn't help but come to Liang Jin to ask.
Liang Jin replied:
"Palace Master Lu, if I were in charge, I would also take my time."
"So what if the treasure is discovered?"
"Digging for treasure, entering secret rooms, and dealing with traps, etc., all these hard and tiring tasks should be done by those weaker martial artists."
"As for those with strong fists, the best way to get the treasure is to wait at the key exit."
"Wait for others to bring the treasure out, then rob them."
Lu Yingrong nodded upon hearing this.
For the three major forces in the Western Desert—the Great Snow Mountain Sect, the Boundless Bright King Sect, and the Star Demon Sea—they indeed had the right to plunder others.
However, in the end, the three major forces would inevitably end up robbing each other.
Thinking of this, Lu Yingrong frowned slightly again.
Liang Jin smiled:
"Why should Palace Master Lu worry?"
"If I'm not mistaken, the experts from your sect should be arriving soon, right?"
Judging by the distance, everyone would be at Hidden Wind Valley tomorrow.
If the experts from the Great Snow Mountain Sect couldn't arrive by tomorrow, they would probably miss this treasure competition.
Lu Yingrong nodded:
"That's right, I have already received a letter from the sect carried by a carrier pigeon."
"If there are no accidents, the experts from my sect should arrive tomorrow."
"At that time, I hope Young Hero Meng can cooperate with us more."
The two then chatted for a few more words.
As the night grew deeper.
Lu Yingrong stopped disturbing him, got up, and said goodbye.
Liang Jin sent her to the outside of the tent.
Lu Yingrong then headed towards the Great Snow Mountain Sect's encampment.
Liang Jin stood outside the tent, looking around.
He saw that in this vast Gobi Desert, the erected tents were divided into three camps.
Cang Du and the people from the Secret Service Factory were gathered together, the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain Sect were gathered together, and Liang Jin and these slaves were gathered together.
Although the three groups were all working towards the same goal, they were also clearly distinct from each other.
Liang Jin was about to return to the tent to sleep.
Suddenly!
He only felt a surge of energy within his body, which then became stronger.
It seemed that his internal energy had been elevated to a new small height.
"This is..."
"Reached the middle stage of the Fourth Rank!"
Liang Jin could clearly feel that his internal energy had become much stronger.
This made Liang Jin sigh with emotion that having more clones meant faster cultivation speed.
Now Liang Jin had one main body and four clones, all of whom were diligently cultivating.
This was equivalent to Liang Jin's cultivation speed being five times that of ordinary martial artists!
Even the Great Virtuous Teacher clone's cultivation was enhanced by the divine artifact, the Cold Jade Bed, which led to Liang Jin's even faster cultivation speed.
In addition, the daily sign-in rewards made Liang Jin's cultivation progress rapidly.
Therefore, it had been less than three months since he entered the Fourth Rank, and he had already been able to advance from the early stage to the middle stage!
This speed was simply astonishing!
"If I could have a hundred or eighty clones, then my cultivation speed would be godlike!"
"Alas, I don't know how long I have to wait for the new clone to be activated?"
Disappointed, Liang Jin turned to leave.
But at this moment, Liang Jin suddenly stopped again.
He suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't quite explain.
It was a kind of comprehension of boxing techniques.
He had vaguely had this comprehension before, but it was not clear enough.
However, at this moment, this comprehension suddenly became extremely clear.
Liang Jin instantly understood:
"It's boxing intent!"
"My boxing intent has finally formed!"