Hearing the woman's voice, Qingchen was momentarily stunned, but not by her alluring figure.
After all, in his past life, there were countless beautiful women, both clothed and naked, in all styles.
What truly shook him was the woman's words, "The woman of the son of the Eagle Master of Beiman Mountain."
"Beimang Mountain!"
These three words were like a key, touching upon deep-seated memories within Qingchen's heart.
A blurry image appeared—it was when the original owner was young, in a desolate place, rescuing a severely injured martial artist.
Before his death, that man not only imparted all his knowledge of the Jade Forging Technique but also revealed a shocking secret.
This secret was related to [Beimang Mountain]. It was said that the mountain held treasures that could prolong life, and might even be connected to legendary immortals.
Who doesn't want to become an immortal? Who doesn't want to be an ancestor?
Although the wandering swordsman couldn't be sure of the truth, he spoke with absolute certainty about prolonging life, as if he had witnessed it firsthand.
This became a deep-seated secret, hidden even from his closest relatives, within the original owner's heart.
Now, however, it became the first glimmer of enlightenment Qingchen glimpsed after arriving in this world.
In this world, bandits were rampant, and the Northern Mang Mountains were home to an extremely powerful bandit gang within the Jing Kingdom.
Thousands of ruthless bandits entrenched there, each a cold-blooded killer, their leader, Eagle Master, a notorious figure whose fearsome reputation could silence even the most terrified child.
"Eagle Master's son... his woman... this is truly a godsend opportunity to stir up trouble!"
Qingchen sighed inwardly, and in a flash, a plan took shape.
He instantly snapped back to reality.
What hero rescuing a damsel in distress? That's something only a fool would do!
The woman had run less than three steps to him, tears streaming down her face, a pitiful sight, reaching out to grasp at his lifeline.
"Young master, I beg you..."
Before she could finish, Qingchen moved.
Without hesitation, his Jade Forging Technique internal energy surged, his blood and qi condensing;
With a powerful Iron Mountain Lean, he slammed his shoulder and elbow into the woman!
The woman had never expected this turn of events.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
She felt a tremendous force strike her, and she crashed heavily to the ground, her eyes filled with astonishment.
In her mind, even if no one stepped forward to save her, no one would help a villain harm her.
She was a stunningly beautiful woman, capable of arousing any man's protective instincts!
But Qingchen was the absolute exception.
"Hahaha—!"
Just then, a triumphant laugh rang out.
The pale-faced Young Master Zhao, his face flushed with excitement, clapped his hands and ran over quickly.
“Little wench, run! Why aren’t you running? In this Jin City, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will dare to save you! Hahahaha!”
Young Master Zhao’s eyes were like a wolf’s, fixed on the woman, his lewdness undisguised.
Then, he looked Qingchen up and down, a look of extreme satisfaction appearing on his face, and nodded:
“Good! You little rascal, you’re clever enough, you know what’s good for you, you didn’t dare to court death.”
Just now at the door, he saw Qingchen’s dazed expression and thought the boy was bewitched.
Qingchen’s back slumped, instantly replacing his expression with a fawning smile, bowing repeatedly and explaining with a forced smile:
"Young Master, you are wise! Even if I had ten lives, I wouldn't dare to interrupt your refined pleasure!"
Upon hearing this, Young Master Zhao's smile deepened.
He always enjoyed the feeling of being revered and flattered. He said, "Oh? Is that so? It seems you're quite sensible, lad."
Qing Chen hurriedly nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, I know my place and would never dare to have any improper thoughts."
Young Master Zhao's lips curled up high, his smugness almost overflowing. "What's your name? If you encounter any trouble in the future, just mention the name of Young Master Zhao from the City Lord's Mansion."
Qing Chen's face immediately filled with a flattered expression, and he bowed even lower:
"My name is Qing Chen. Thank you for your patronage, Young Master Zhao. From now on, whatever Young Master Zhao commands, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"Hmm, not bad, very sensible." Young Master Zhao nodded in satisfaction again, his smile becoming even more arrogant.
Just then, the woman who had fallen to the ground struggled to sit up, glaring fiercely at Young Master Zhao, and said, word by word:
"You...you shameless scoundrel! You drugged me! Let me tell you, I am truly from Beiman Mountain!
If you don't let me go, Beiman Mountain will make your Jin City pay a heavy price, leaving no one alive!"
Hearing this, Qing Chen quickly lowered his head, concealing the agitation in his eyes.
Young Master Zhao, however, seemed to find it amusing. He tilted his head back and burst into loud laughter, his face full of disdain:
"Oh ho! Little lady, even at a time like this, you still have such a tough attitude? You dare threaten me?
Northern Mang Mountain? What a prestigious name! And you know what, I like your fiery spirit. I'm already aroused!"
He took a few steps closer, squatted down, and pinched her chin, his lewd gaze sweeping over her face and chest:
"Scream, scream your lungs out, and see if your Northern Mang Mountain lover can come to your rescue! Hahahaha!"
The woman, hearing Young Master Zhao's arrogant and lewd words, trembled with rage, her chest heaving, staring intently at him.
"Slap!"
Seeing that the woman was still struggling, Young Master Zhao raised his hand and slapped her. Then he stood up and gave his subordinates a signal.
Several lewdly grinning henchmen beside him immediately understood and quickly stepped forward.
Young Master Zhao loved to have them help him when he did things, making it lively and fun!
Looking at the beauty before them, the men were also excited and their mouths were dry. They moved swiftly, quickly binding the woman.
No matter how much the woman struggled, kicking her legs wildly, it was all in vain.
The henchmen dragged her like a sack of potatoes, roughly pulling her towards the back door.
The woman still wouldn't give up, kicking her legs wildly, her shoes leaving messy marks on the ground.
Young Master Zhao, a lewd grin on his face, eagerly followed behind, occasionally grabbing her and squeezing her, his figure quickly disappearing through the back door.
A crowd of onlookers had gathered inside and outside the alley.
An elderly man selling goods at a market, looking at the embroidered shoe left behind during the struggle, shook his head and muttered, "Alas! Floods rage, bandits run rampant. Soup porridge is distributed outside the city, yet such a tragedy occurs within!"
The crowd listened, but dared not respond; those were people from the city lord's mansion.
They watched the woman being dragged away, their eyes filled with fear mixed with a strange longing.
That night, the alley was abuzz with gossip, all sorts of rumors flying around.
But by the next morning, the sun rose as usual, only providing more fodder for conversation.
No one dared to do anything.
However, at a mass grave outside the city, a freshly laid female corpse, ragged and covered in bruises, was found.
It had been carelessly discarded in the weeds.
At that moment, several hyenas with a keen sense of smell were cautiously approaching…