Chapter Forty-Four: Choice

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He raced down the mountain, eager to search the battlefield amidst the chaos. After a long time, he found only two strips of cloth hanging from branches, no figures, not even corpses.

The battlefield seemed to be confined within a radius of a few hundred meters. Qin Sang was unwilling to give up and expanded the search area, but he found no trace.

Qin Sang clutched the two pieces of exceptionally fine blue fabric, her gaze fixed on the valley below that was teeming with people. Her face was thoughtful.

The mountains on both sides of the valley collapsed, and the debris filled the valley. The small river that originally ran through the valley was blocked, and a small lake formed upstream. Could anyone be buried under the valley

With so many rocks, it was impossible for him to clean them up alone. Qin Sang hesitated for a moment before returning to the ancient path and ordering a battalion of soldiers to come in and dig.

The valley wasn't on the ancient path, but no one dared to disobey Qin Sang's order. They immediately got to work with great enthusiasm.

Qin Sang couldn't wait any longer, and also stepped forward to help.

The valley wasn't very large, but the debris was piled very deep. Qin Sang couldn't help but worry that even if there were people down there, they would have been crushed to a pulp. He hoped the goods hadn't been damaged.

Layer upon layer of earth and stone were removed, and in the blink of an eye, the sky had turned dark. Qin Sang endured his anxiety and ordered someone to cook over a fire, then continued digging throughout the night.

Some soldiers couldn't help but grumble, but he pretended not to hear. The torches filled the valley, and they kept working until late into the night. Finally, the valley reached its bottom.

The last layer of earth and stone was soaked through with water, turning into mud. It was carried out in baskets, and Qin Sang was also about to become mud himself.

At that moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the front. Qin Sang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up to hear the soldiers in front shout, "General Qin, there are people below!"

Qin Sang was overjoyed and immediately shouted, "Don't touch him!"

Several figures dashed ahead. Qin Sang discovered that a secret river had been dug out in front of them.

This place has a very unique geography. The bottom of a large piece of blue stone on the riverbank was hollowed out by the river, and it protruded upwards to form a natural barrier. Several large stones that fell down just blocked the gap, preventing the underground river from being blocked. It still flows with gentle stream water.

And the man lay in the water, perfectly still.

This person was wearing dark blue clothing. Qin Sang took out the cloth from his bosom and compared it, it was exactly the same as the clothes torn from this person's body.

Qin Sang crouched down and peered inside. Just as he was about to check if the person was dead or alive, another voice called out from behind, "Another one found!"

Then, Zhang Wenkui shouted again, “General Qin, this man is dead. His head has been smashed by stones.”

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Another mutual destruction

Qin Sang secretly thought that the world of cultivators was truly perverse. Dying meant dying in pairs, but this was definitely a great thing for him.

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Qin Sang immediately ordered all the soldiers to leave the valley.

The flames blazed brightly, illuminating the mountains. In the distance, wolves howled and owls screeched, a chilling sound, but Qin Sang's heart burned with passion.

He reached out with all his might, grabbing the person in the creek by the arm and just as he was about to pull him out, his expression changed slightly.

This person had half of their body submerged in water, their entire body was cold, just like a corpse. But the moment Qin Sang grabbed his arm, he sensed his pulse beating once!

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Still alive!

For a moment, Qin Sang wasn't sure whether to be happy or worried. His face was uncertain, wavering between joy and anxiety. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to first gently pull the person out of the water.

The youth had been soaking in the water for a long time, his face pale and his thin lips devoid of any color.

He looked to be a few years older than the Song boy, around twenty years old. His face was hard and angular, his breath and pulse faint and barely perceptible. His injuries were clearly severe; he hadn't woken even after Qin Sang dragged him out.

But cultivators can't be generalized with ordinary people, this person may not be beyond saving.

Qin Sang stared at the young man, her heart wavering. She was inclined to save him.

He has been through so much, enduring the impatience and dealing with mortals, all for the sake of becoming immortal. Now that he finally meets a cultivator, the shortcut is right in front of him, why waste time in the mundane world

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Although killing someone can make the Underworld King draw out their soul for questioning, the soul's existence is so short that it's impossible to fully understand the world of cultivators.

But Qin Sang couldn't help but remember being drained of his blood by the black-robed demon. What if this person was also a demon And what if he was a righteous cultivator, yet discovered that he had cultivated demonic arts Would he eradicate demons like himself

Qin Sang was truly in a difficult position, unable to make a choice.

Unexpectedly, just as Qin Sang was secretly struggling, the young man opened his eyes without warning. His long and narrow eyes, like swords drawn from their scabbards, were incredibly sharp, piercing straight into Qin Sang's eyes.

Qin Sang didn't expect the young man to wake up on his own. Caught off guard, he felt like his thoughts were being seen through by the youth. He was startled and quickly suppressed his intentions. In an instant, he made a decision, bowed his head and said repeatedly, "Qin Sang greets the Immortal Master! I wish the Immortal Master well!"

At the same time, his heart skipped a beat, and he became secretly alert.

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The youth stared at Qin Sang for a while, the ferocity in his eyes softened slightly. His eyes darted around, then he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Are you a general from the mortal world"

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The young man's injuries were indeed serious. His voice was extremely faint, but Qin Sang still heard him clearly. He nodded and said, "Qin Sang is a general of the Xuanwei Camp."

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"The Xuanwei Camp"

A trace of confusion flashed across the young man's eyes, but he didn't dwell on it and instead asked, "Since you are a general, why have you brought your troops to Guiling Mountain"

Qin Sang hesitated for a moment. The surprise attack on Diao'kou was a military secret, and if it were leaked, it would inevitably affect the course of the battle. A great deal of military merit would be lost.

But when he thought that the young man was a cultivator, as long as he could please him, why bother going to Mount Chaosheng Dongyang Wangsheng still failed to care about his business. He immediately laid out the whole story.

"I see..."

The young man nodded and strained his neck, "There should be one more person beside..."

Qin Sang hurriedly got up and brought over the other corpse. This one was even more tragic, with a large stone crushing its head above the neck, leaving nothing behind.

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"Please accept my condolences, Master. Your companion has met an unfortunate end."

The young man let out a cold snort, "How could Han be associated with demon creatures This man was a demon cultivator, known for his many evil deeds. He just happened to run into Han and got killed by him. However, this man's magical artifacts were strange, and Han nearly fell victim to them…"

As he spoke, the young man coughed violently several times, raising his hand with difficulty to cover his chest, his face contorted in pain. "You... you search him... see if there's a pouch... about the size of your palm..."

Is this Han surname young man really a righteous person who hates evil

Qin Sang suppressed the unease in his heart, not daring to show any signs of it.

He patted the body's waist, and sure enough, he felt a small pouch. When he took it out, it was about the same size as the colorful brocade pouch, but made of gray cloth, dull and inconspicuous.

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