Family Cultivation: I Become a Mirror-Chapter 80: Capturing Ahuilie Alive

Aherle gathered the treasures and captives, dividing the grains and valuables first. Then he took a closer look at the captives and pulled over the most beautiful woman to hold in his arms. Seeing her trembling, he laughed heartily and said,

"Indeed, the beauty of living women is unmatched."

The tribesmen around him burst into laughter, and Aherle joined in, murmuring hatefully,

"If it weren’t for Ganixi, that ravenous wolf moving east, how could we have ended up like this? Damn it, my Ahe tribe’s camp of three thousand people, completely destroyed by his hand."

At the mention of Ganixi, the laughter among the tribesmen stopped; their painted faces filled with fear and hatred. One of them whispered,

"People from the south say Ganixi was born to unite the Shanyue in the North Foothills as the wolf king..."

"Old man, I also heard that he is the progeny of a human and a wolf! Cruel like a wolf, sly like a fox, advancing east under the command of our ancestors..."

Aherle shivered and quickly interrupted, shouting,

"What nonsense are you all speaking?! You’ll jinx it!"

He then raised his cup and proclaimed,

"Drink! We’ve just raided the Li Family tribe; why not celebrate? Come! Each man gets a captive!"

The tribesmen grinned and started making a racket. Aherle laughed boisterously while cursing the weakness of the Li Family, but inwardly he thought,

"That arrow had strong cultivation level. Tomorrow we’ll hit them again and then distance ourselves from the Li Family tribe to avoid their revenge."

"No, that’s not right."

Aherle was suddenly startled and roared,

"How long has it been since we’ve had a report from a scout?!"

The tribesmen burst into laughter and called out,

"Rest easy, my King. How could the living detect our scouts?"

Aherle felt a sudden sharp pain on his face. As he looked up, a white light slowly gleamed in front of him. Terrified, Aherle’s legs gave way, and he fell to the ground, scrambling backward. The arrow plunged into the ground right before his eyes, kicking up a puff of dirt and leaving a small hole.

Suddenly, the area erupted with calls of slaughter. Flames rose from the woods, and Li Family clan soldiers wielding weapons charged into the chaotic Shanyue, the drunken tribesmen now riddled with arrows. Aherle slowly stood up, unbelievingly muttering,

"How is this possible?"

Grasping the war hammer in his hand, Aherle bellowed,

"Get up! Everyone get up!"

As if they found their backbone, the scattered Shanyue tribesmen started rallying toward him. Aherle scanned the area and silently estimated only about two or three hundred people by his side, his entire tribe now fragmented into four or five groups struggling within the clash of weapons.

"We’re finished."

Aherle’s heart sank when he saw a middle-aged man approaching not too far away, draped in light armor, holding a gray longsword that emitted a faint glow. Cleaving through the air, the sharp, erratic glares of grey made Aherle’s eyelids twitch.

"Damn it!"

The middle-aged man took a light step and instantly closed the distance, thrusting his sword toward him.

Ahlar hastily reached out with his hammer to block, but was so shaken that he almost dropped it from his grasp; pain erupted through his internal organs, and fear instantly gripped his heart as he realized that this man’s cultivation level was far beyond his own.

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Li Xuanxuan felled the Shanyue clansman before him with one slash. His Third Layer Fetal Breathing cultivation level made him resemble an armed adult brawling with a band of children in the midst of the chaotic battlefield, where sweeping away three or four foes in one go was as effortless as killing one with a single punch.

Not to mention, twelve clan soldiers meticulously followed and protected him, the Young Master, each one a picked elite, coldly scanning the surroundings.

Li Xuanxuan indulged in the slaughter, as if stirring up the fierceness deep in his bones. His eyes bloodshot, he lifted an elderly Shanyue, ready to hurl him away, but was caught off guard by the old man’s gaze.

White-haired, deeply wrinkled, eyes filled with terror—he appeared to Li Xuanxuan as a resounding slap across the face. Li Xuanxuan’s limbs went numb, and looking at the old man who could be old enough to be his grandfather, he was momentarily stunned.

Who would have known that the elderly Shanyue, with tears flowing, would let out a grunt and bite deeply into his arm, crushing a rotting tooth, like a second slap across Li Xuanxuan’s face, startling him into reflexively striking with force.

The elderly man immediately collapsed on the ground with shattered bones; his lower body sprayed a pile of blood-mixed excrement, emitting a wail unlike any human cry. His eyes bore into Li Xuanxuan with hatred, piercing him until his eyes shimmered with tears.

Dizzy and disoriented, Li Xuanxuan stood motionless for a moment, feeling a chill ascend from the Heavenly Spirit Cover to his spine.

The world before him suddenly became quiet. The noise and shouts gradually receded. A world that had been veiled for fifteen years gently lifted a corner of its shroud before him.

"So it turns out... like this..."

Slowly removing the longsword at his waist, Li Xuanxuan no longer acted with excitement but rather began to kill silently and calmly.

Not far away.

"Retreat, retreat now, Great King!"

Several kinsmen were crying out in panic. Ahlar shook his head upon taking a strike from Li Tongya’s sword, his hammer flying from his grasp. Swearing, he said:

"How can we retreat now?! We’re completely surrounded; there’s no escape!"

As Ahlar watched his kinsmen fall one by one, he cried out in distress:

"Stop! Stop! I surrender!"

The gray light on Li Tongya’s sword slowly extinguished. He quietly stared at Ahlar, while the surrounding clansman instinctively crouched and covered their heads. The clan soldiers also paused before a voice called out:

"Spare those who surrender! Spare those who surrender!"

Suddenly, groups of clansmen dropped their weapons and knelt. Ahlar sighed, tossed aside his other hammer, and knelt disheartened. The many cries of war and the sounds of combat slowly quieted down on the battlefield.

The Shanyue warriors were bound and captured one by one. The Li Family’s clan soldiers, still quite disciplined, led the prisoners without a word, shifting from extreme action to extreme stillness. Ahlar’s heart leapt as he secretly pondered:

"Perhaps living people are different from clan fighters. Even after surrendering, will they kill us? We’d suffer a huge loss then. Better to fight to the death..."

"How did this person bypass my scouts in the mountain gorges! Well, it seems I’ve fallen this time."

As he hung his head, lost in thought, Ahlar suddenly saw a pair of gray wolf-skin boots stop before him. He quickly plastered a flattering smile on his face and looked up, colliding with a sharply defined face, slender eyebrows, and fierce eyes.

"Ganixi?!"

Shock surged through Ahlar, his lips quivering uncontrollably, nearly leaping up from the ground, his inner turmoil indescribable.

Upon closer inspection, Ahlar tremblingly realized that the glaring eyes were not the nightmare-inducing amber but a calm shade of gray-black.