"Damn it, I can't stand this ranking! Now the whole world knows I'm a fool!"

"Wait, no, I'm not a fool!"

"What the hell is this book playing at? Why don't I have a verdict? Why do I lose my cool without it?"

On the way back, Zhao Changhe cursed all the way, not feeling the slightest bit of glory for making it onto the Chaos Chronicles, nor any sense of guilt for possibly being targeted. He was only concerned with the ugly numbers and the lack of a verdict to show off.

Wang Dashan and the others looked at Zhao Changhe's back with strange expressions, not knowing how to evaluate this strange leader.

Not everyone has a verdict. Out of the 250 people on the Qianlong List, only a few have one. No one knows why. Those who had a verdict were killed the next day. It seems that having a verdict doesn't mean much.

Anyway, it's good enough to make the list... Zhao Changhe made it onto the Chaos Chronicles with only one level of Xuan Guan. Many who are much stronger than him haven't made it yet. Why is he so concerned about being called a fool?

The Qianlong List is different from the other lists. The Tian Di Ren List reflects the current strength rankings, but the Qianlong List is a list of newcomers that shows potential based on their performance. It means that under the same conditions, others are unlikely to achieve better results. This indicates that this person's future is worth looking forward to, hence the name "Qianlong". It doesn't mean that you have already ranked among the top in the world.

It's just that the higher the level of the battle, the more it can explain the problem. Even if the rookies fight beautifully, it doesn't mean much. So those who rank high are generally those who have a high level of cultivation, and those who have a low level of cultivation naturally rank low. It looks like a ranking of strength.

Many people can't understand why they can't make the list when they are stronger than those who did. Why can't I make it with my three levels of Xuan Guan when you made it with only one? There are thousands of people stronger than you, why can you rank 250th? If I beat you up, I should be 250th!

So this will bring countless troubles to your door. That's why it's called the Chaos Chronicles.

Zhao Changhe is still concerned about the numbers. Is he unaware or just doesn't care...?

And there's one more thing...

This challenge made the leader of the sect spit out money and food, which was satisfying... But now the sect leader has compromised only because he was injured. What will happen when he recovers in a few months? How will he deal with you?

Wang Dashan and the others felt that the future would be bleak.

Anyway, after returning to the mountain stronghold and storing the goods, they finally had some food to cook. The bandits didn't care where it came from or what kind of trouble it might cause. They were all cheering like it was New Year's Day, shouting "Long live Zhao Laoda!"

Zhao Changhe, who was cheered on, rubbed his chin. He knew this was not a long-term solution.

Several carts of rice seemed like a lot, and the purchasing power of several hundred taels of silver was not a joke. It could support the purchase of many resources, but even so, it couldn't supply a stronghold of several hundred people for too long. So even though there was a stockpile in the stronghold, people still needed to rob or hunt animals, otherwise they would run out of food sooner or later.

The stronghold must have a source of income, and it's usually through robbery. Zhao Changhe couldn't avoid this issue even if he didn't want to.

The Chaos Chronicles he had seen several times all happened to include the time. This time it was Xiaohan, reminding people that there were only twenty-something days left until the Spring Festival...

The coming of spring means that the situation where no one passed by for the past one or two months will begin to change. Travelers and merchants will gradually increase, and there may even be people rushing home for the New Year now. Maybe not many, but there should be some.

"Boss, what are we going to do next?" Wang Dashan asked in the meeting room of the stronghold. "What the sect leader said is true. The branch doesn't have any industry, and we are the ones responsible for making money. We can't always rely on the branch for money..."Zhao Changhe leaned lazily on the main seat, supporting his forehead: "Spring is coming, there are always people passing by... Let's distribute the tasks first and let our brothers set up checkpoints on various mountain roads."

Wang Dashan: "?"

Zhao Changhe lazily said: "This mountain is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass through here, leave some money. Although this line is quite cheesy, isn't this what we bandits do?"

"Isn't this robbing the road?"

"It's a bit different from robbing the road, because we set up checkpoints openly."

"?"

"And we don't take it all... I think the amount of tax collected from entering the city today is good enough. Those who pass by can just pay and leave."

"Weren't you just saying that the officials will come to suppress the bandits... and now you're doing this openly..."

"This is our own territory. Won't the officials make a fuss if they come? Can the officials stay there forever? Alright, precisely because we are concerned about the officials, we can't make a big fuss. We can only do our activities in our own mountains. Do you think I love running this kind of toll station on the highway?"

"..."

"Speaking of officials, although Fang Duozhu agreed, we can't count on him... You can pick a few clever ones to stay in the city and report to us immediately if there is any movement."

"Okay."

"For now, let's hunt some beasts first. It's better than nothing. Oh, by the way, let's change the big flag of the village and write 'Justice for Heaven', and this hall, let's put up a plaque and call it 'Juyi Hall'."

Wang Dashan's eyes were all circles, completely unaware of what the boss was thinking.

But he always had a feeling that the boss didn't really want to do the looting, and he was just dragging it out day by day... I don't know if it was an illusion. Obviously, the boss was a very fierce person, a natural bandit. How could he not want to rob...

Isn't the knife in his hand now looted?

"Alright." Zhao Changhe stood up: "I'm going to practice, you guys go practice too. Don't just lie down because Sun Jiaoxue is gone. You'll know what death is when the officials come. Dismissed."

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After they left, Zhao Changhe went straight to the herb warehouse and prepared the auxiliary medicine bath recorded in the Blood Killing Technique.

He didn't really have the mind to develop the bandit camp. He was really here in Beimang Mountain to cultivate, not to farm or rebel, let alone get entangled with a mere sub-leader. How low can you get?

The most obvious privilege of being the leader was that he had the right to ask the servants to prepare hot water for him to bathe in, not to mention that he had to bathe with medicinal herbs to assist in his external skills. This was routine. It could stimulate the circulation of qi and blood and also had some effects in enhancing resistance to attacks. However, it was generally quite uncomfortable to take such a medicinal bath.

Zhao Changhe felt that Huang, the deputy sub-leader, couldn't withstand a single blow because he hadn't exercised in this area. Otherwise, the Blood Killing Technique was quite inclined to toughen one's skin and flesh. Although it couldn't withstand sharp weapons, it had considerable advantages in resisting blunt weapon attacks. If he really practiced well, how could he not withstand a kick?

In fact, the more he practiced, the more he realized that the Blood Killing Technique was a very powerful skill. It had a fierce and domineering attack, and its defense was also quite good. Both the attack and defense were full of bright spots. The reason why it was evaluated as average was mainly because of its serious drawbacks and the discomfort in cultivation. But Zhao Changhe felt that even if he had internal skills, he couldn't give up on external skills and still had to practice.

That's what it means to cultivate both internal and external skills.

Starting so late, if he didn't put in twice the effort, how could he surpass mediocrity!

"Ah! Damn it, it hurts so much..." In the leader's house, Zhao Changhe was soaking in a hot tub, gritting his teeth and shrinking.It felt like a million needles were poking into his skin, itchy and painful. Then his blood and qi surged, his brain heated up, and a certain part of his body naturally stood erect.

Hmm, judging from this effect, this medicinal bath is really good, not a fraud...

But... it's really fucking unbearable, not much better than when the side effects occurred initially. No wonder Huang Vice Leader and the others didn't practice much.

Winning against Huang Vice Leader in three moves wasn't really worth praising in Zhao Changhe's heart. "A thousand sails pass by the sunken ship," he was just someone whose fighting spirit had been eroded by comfort and luxury. He couldn't become another sunken ship.

Continuing to practice is the only way.

Even if this cultivation method is so uncomfortable, he has to keep practicing.

Zhao Changhe gritted his teeth tightly, holding onto the edge of the bucket with all his might, enduring the pain while urging the Blood Slaughter Technique to circulate.

He squeezed the wooden bucket so hard that it creaked, and shallow finger marks appeared on the solid wood at some point.

Will he be able to beat the Sect Leader when he recovers from his injuries in a few months? Zhao Changhe didn't bother to think that far ahead, no matter what happens then, at least he tried his best.