After Transmigration, I Traded a Coin for a Peerless Wife and Conquered the Chaotic World - Chapter 24:

Chapter 24: Whoever Kills the Divine Archer Shall Be Rewarded with 1,000 Gold and Granted a Fief of 1,000 Households!

As the mountain bandit raised the torch to throw it, he triggered He Caiwei’s reverse scale!

Clang! Sparks burst forth as a cold flash of light streaked by. Blood gushed from the bandit’s neck, and he fell stiffly to the ground.

The blood splattered on the bandits’ faces, snapping them out of their daze. It was He Caiwei’s first time killing someone, and her nerves were on edge. But she understood that if she didn’t act today, not only would her house be lost, but she would also be defiled by this gang of thugs.

He Caiwei shouted coldly, “Liu Mazi! Take your men and get out of here now, or… or I’ll kill every last one of you!”

After witnessing He Caiwei’s swordsmanship, Liu Mazi realized this frail-looking woman was actually a skilled martial artist. But hearing the tremble in her voice, he could tell she lacked killing experience. Liu Mazi wasn’t one to be scared easily.

He snorted coldly, eyes gleaming viciously, “You dare kill my brother? You think I’ll let you go today?”

He bellowed, “Brothers, attack together! Avenge Erlai! Take down this little beauty and use her until she dies!”

The mountain bandits, who had been wary just moments ago, got excited upon hearing such orders. Fueled like rabid dogs, they surged forward at Liu Mazi’s command.

Amid the shouting, the bandits charged at He Caiwei. Her eyes narrowed, cold as icy water. Scenes of sparring with her husband surfaced in her mind, calming her heart.

Moonlight flickered, her sword moved like flowing shadows, every strike aiming for the throat, every move deadly!

All the bandits saw was a beautiful flash flitting before their eyes. The next moment, each of them had a deep wound across their vital points, bone-deep and gushing blood.

“Gurgle… gurgle…”

They collapsed in pools of blood.

Now, only Liu Mazi remained, and the saber in his hand had already been sliced in half by He Caiwei.

Looking at the broken blade and corpses strewn across the ground, Liu Mazi was filled with regret. He should have just stayed home and farmed. Why did he ever become a bandit?

He Caiwei’s gaze was icy, like a beautiful reaper from hell. She said, “Don’t come out and harm people again. My sword won’t give you a second chance!”

Hearing that, Liu Mazi immediately dropped to his knees, kowtowing frantically. “Auntie, I was wrong! I won’t dare anymore! Even if you beat me to death, I won’t be a bandit again!”

He Caiwei snapped, “Scram!”

Liu Mazi acted like he’d just been granted a royal pardon. He scrambled to his feet and fled the village like a ghost on his lame old horse.

Once he had disappeared into the distance, He Caiwei finally let out a long breath.

Looking at the cold corpses littering the ground, nausea washed over her. She had been so disheveled just fighting a few weak bandits—how hard must it be for her husband fighting on the frontlines?

He Caiwei returned to the courtyard and washed her face, forcing herself to calm down.

In times of war, there were definitely more bandits like Liu Mazi trying to take advantage of the chaos. If the next group had a few who knew martial arts, she might not handle it so easily.

Her husband was a 3rd grade martial artist and should be able to move freely on the battlefield. But if she ended up surrounded by bandits, she would bring him shame.

After thinking it through, He Caiwei decided to retreat into the cave behind the mountain with the villagers and wait for her husband’s triumphant return…

At the same time, under the walls of Yan Pass, things were unfolding just as Lin Feng had expected.

The Blood Wolf Army adopted a long snake formation to reduce casualties and focused all their forces in a fierce assault on the eastern gate where Lin Feng was stationed.

With their numbers, they launched a thunderous attack.

“The General commands: whoever kills the divine archer will be rewarded with 1,000 gold and granted a fief of 1,000 households!”

Damn it! They’re coming for me?

When Lin Feng heard the order from within the Blood Wolf Army, his scalp tingled. In the army, the moment you stood out, there was no hiding!

But this suited his taste.

Come! All of you, come!

One comes, I kill one! Two come, I kill both!

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for killing a Grade A soldier of the Blood Wolf Army, a 2nd grade martial artist. Slaughter Point +200.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for killing a Grade A soldier of the Blood Wolf Army…]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host…]

Hearing the system’s string of victory reports, the corners of Lin Feng’s lips lifted.

As he unleashed his divine archery technique to shoot down the soldiers scaling the wall, he asked in a low voice, “System, how many Slaughter Points have I got now?”

[Ding! Host has killed 510 Grade A soldiers of the Blood Wolf Army, all 2nd grade martial artists. Total Slaughter Points: 102,000.]

Whoa.

Even Lin Feng himself hadn’t expected that in just a few hours, he had slain so many Blood Wolf Army soldiers. He had wiped out more than half of the elite forces under a single Centurion’s command.

No wonder the vanguard of the Blood Wolf Army treated him as the number one target.

At this rate, he might soon be able to repay the system’s high-interest debt.

Just as Lin Feng was feeling quite pleased, a pitch-black blood wolf bounded up the cloud ladder.

On its back sat a burly Centurion of the Blood Wolf Army wielding a massive saber, swinging it straight at Lin Feng.

“Brother Feng, watch out!” Jiang Yi shouted from the side, eyes wide in alarm.

At that critical moment, Lin Feng drew his bow and released a powerful arrow aimed right at the Centurion’s face.

Clang!

The arrow split in two midair. Lin Feng locked eyes with the Centurion, murderous intent surging.

This was the first time Lin Feng’s Soul-Chasing Archery had failed since reaching small mastery.

The Centurion had a massive build, dark complexion, and muscles brimming with ferocity. A terrifying aura radiated from his body. The blood wolf beneath him had blood-red eyes, growling with a stench of blood wafting from its maw.

The Centurion gritted his teeth and snarled, “Kid, impressive skills! You actually killed so many of my elite Blood Wolf soldiers!”

In wartime, one’s soldiers were their foundation. Losing this many elite troops at once—whether he lived or not, the Centurion might face military punishment.

Lin Feng sneered, “Hmph! It’s just because you Northern Barbarians are trash. You couldn’t even dodge the arrows of a Grade C soldier like me!”

“Grade C soldier?”

The Blood Wolf Army didn’t have ranks, but this Centurion knew what a Grade C soldier of the Great Zhou Empire meant.

A 1st grade martial artist was already outstanding among them.

Yet now, one 1st grade martial artist had killed hundreds of his elite soldiers?

Impossible!

“You brat, you’re asking for death!” the Centurion roared as his saber sliced through the dark sky, trailing fiery light and fierce wind as it came slashing down at Lin Feng!