The unremarkable black-robed youth walked down the mountain, the bodies of bandits rolling down on either side of him, landing directly on the road.

None of the bandits bore any sword or blade wounds.

Only one or two needle-sized blood marks remained on their backs, necks, and ankles, their life or death unknown.

Hidden weapons?

Yang Er looked at the black-robed youth, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty, unsure whether he was friend or foe.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the short, stout bandit cup his fist in salute, sitting on his horse, and shouting loudly at the black-robed youth, "Friends of the He Wu, at home we rely on our parents, abroad on our brothers. This escort hasn't made much money, and we don't intend to rob him. Please keep your eyes open and don't spoil our game, let us local bandits have a way out."

Upon hearing this, Yang Er cursed inwardly.

The bandit's words roughly translated to: "Friends in the martial world, at home we rely on our parents, abroad on our friends. This bodyguard hasn't brought much money, he's not who we're trying to rob. Please keep your eyes peeled, don't mess things up, give us local bandits a way out."

The bandit's jargon was neither servile nor overbearing.

Unfortunately, Li Ang, who had come down to the middle of the road, merely blinked. "What the hell? Are you trying to give me some 8848 titanium phone encrypted call?

Wai bi wai bi, wai bi babu?"

"..."

The bandit Hu Wan looked bewildered, not knowing what titanium phones and encrypted calls were supposed to mean in the martial world's jargon. He had to bite the bullet and say, "May I ask who you are, sir?"

"You a mere bandit worthy of knowing this Daoist's name?"

Li Ang, draped in a black cloak, sneered, "If you know what's good for you, cut off your own head, save me the trouble of doing it."

"Courtin' death!"

Hu Wan was provoked into a frenzy, a ferocious grin appearing on his face. He picked up the roasted arm hanging on the side of his horse and took a savage bite, chewing it vigorously.

The half-cold meat churned between his teeth, and the blood, not yet completely dried, flowed into his throat.

Hu Wan felt a blazing fire rising in his chest and abdomen, his eyes bloodshot and about to burst open. He roared, "I'll chop off your head first!"

Raising his broadsword, he slapped his horse and charged towards the other party.

The guard Yang Er was anxious. He hurriedly discarded his ruined broadsword, drew his bow and shot an arrow at Hu Wan's back, while shouting at Li Ang, "Daoist, be careful! This thief is impervious to blades..."

Bang!

Li Ang casually kicked up a roadside stone the size of a head, sending it flying towards the charging bandit.

Hu Wan, sitting on his horse, was fully activating his so-called Vajra Indestructible Technique, slow to react, and unable to dodge. He was struck head-on by the stone, flying horizontally off his horse and crashing heavily to the ground.

Anyone else would have had their brains splattered and died on the spot from such a blow.

Although Hu Wan had divine powers protecting him, he couldn't help but feel dizzy and disoriented for a moment.

"I heard you're impervious to blades?"

Li Ang's boot stepped on Hu Wan's chest, slowly applying pressure, the sound of cracking ribs rising and falling.

Hu Wan was no longer violent and cruel. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed, desperately pleading for mercy, stammering out his past deeds under Li Ang's questioning.

"White Lotus Envoy?"

Li Ang raised an eyebrow. He had just come down the mountain and already heard news of the White Lotus Sect. "How do you contact them?"

"This..."

Hu Wan's eyes flickered. "I don't know. The two Holy Maidens haven't appeared since they left that day."

"What about the secret manual?"

"I burned it after reading it."

"Not bad, saves me the trouble of finding it to destroy it." Li Ang shook his head and increased the pressure under his foot.

"Wait!"

Hu Wan panicked. "I have a lot of wealth and women on the mountain, all of which I can offer to the Daoist..."

Crack.

The bandit's chest caved in completely, and the frightened look in his eyes quickly faded away.

The so-called Vajra Indestructible was ridiculous and laughable in the face of unreasonable and exaggerated brute force.

Li Ang slowly lifted his boot, wiping the blood off on Hu Wan's leather armor, and turned to look behind him, saying to Xing Hechou and the others standing in the middle of the road, "Their camp is at eleven o'clock, about a thousand meters away. There are some bandits responsible for guarding it, as well as kidnapped hostages."

"I'll go."

Wanli Fengdao nodded, tapped his toes on the ground, and jumped into the forest, following the reconnaissance bee flying in the high sky towards the bandit camp.

The merchants who had just been saved were a little at a loss for a moment. The guard Yang Er hesitated for a moment, dismounted and cupped his fist towards Li Ang, "I am Yang Er of Pingyuan Escort Agency in Weng Prefecture, Lu County. I am very grateful to the Daoist for saving my life. May I know the Daoist's name?"

"This poor Daoist is an overseas sorcerer, Ximenzi Daoren. These are my fellow Daoists."

Li Ang pointed to Xing Hechou, "Geli Shanren."

He pointed to Liu Wudai, "Haier Jushi."

He pointed to Wanli Fengdao, who had just run out, "Jiuyang Xiansheng."

Well, they're all appliance brands.

Standing in place, Xing Hechou's eyes twitched slightly, accustomed to Li Ang's mischievous sense of humor.

There was still some time before the abnormal event occurred, so there was no need to rush straight to Luzhou City.

Besides, mixing with the caravan could also gather some information, and relationships could be used to make things easier after entering the city.

Yang Er did not suspect anything. Li Ang glanced at the caravan's carriages, "Are you going to Luzhou City?"

"First to Luzhou, then to Chenzhou."

"That's a good thing, we're going the same way."

Li Ang smiled, "Don't mind giving us a ride, right?"

Yang Er hurriedly said, "Not at all, not at all. I'll go tell the caravan manager and arrange a carriage for the Daoist."

If it hadn't been for this young Daoist's help, the caravan would surely have died under a hail of arrows.

They might even have been captured by the short, stout bandit who practiced external martial arts, and become two-legged sheep, like the owner of that human arm.

With this Daoist protecting them along the way, they might be safer.

It's just that this Daoist has short hair, and his cloak is as black as ink, which looks a bit strange.

(Daoist robes are divided into six types, including large gowns and deluo. Some Daoist clothes are made of egret feathers, woven into a cloak, called a heron cloak.)

As for whether the other party has any malicious intentions...

Nonsense,

If a Daoist who can easily kill so many bandits is really a bad guy, the caravan wouldn't be able to escape even if they wanted to.

Yang Er led his horse back to the team, found the caravan manager under the board cart, and brought him to thank Li Ang profusely, specially clearing out two carriages for Li Ang and others to ride in.

Since there was a Daoist guarding them, the caravan did not rush to leave, and asked the porters and vendors to take out shovels, dig a few pits in the mountain, and hastily bury the corpses of the bandits to prevent an epidemic.

As for the leader, Hu Wan, his head was cut off and pickled with lime, so that the caravan could explain the situation to the government after entering the city.