Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 248 Kicking the Stronghold

Many children were chasing and playing in the village, laughing and shouting. When the burly men with fierce faces saw these children, they tried their best to squeeze out a kind smile.

Of course, in Du Fan's opinion, the smile was ugly and strange, but also quite cute.

The children showed no fear of the fierce-looking bandits, calling them "uncle" and occasionally falling to the ground to cling to a bandit's leg and act spoiled.

The child's mother, however, showed no concern about this situation. She looked at her child with doting eyes and at the bandits with gentle gaze. Du Fan even saw a hint of happiness and contentment on the faces of these women.

"This is too strange. This doesn't look like a bandit's den at all. It's more like a warm and loving family..." Du Fan muttered to himself as he unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the village.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into our Green Forest Stronghold! You're courting death!" A burly man guarding the gate, who had been all smiles a moment ago, suddenly turned into a ferocious grin when he saw Du Fan, his eyes flashing with malice.

When dealing with Du Fan, these bandits showed no mercy and immediately revealed their ferocity, like a bloodthirsty beast.

The burly man had an extremely loud voice, like a booming bell, which echoed all around in an instant. According to Du Fan's judgment, everyone in the entire village could probably hear it clearly.

The big man's words caused a stir in the village, but there was no panic. Everyone there had clearly experienced some big events.

The old men, who were chatting and laughing, stood up one by one, their eyes gleaming. The women immediately stopped what they were doing, hurriedly called their children back into the bamboo house, locked the door, and observed everything outside through the window.

The burly bandits, however, seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. They charged out in a frenzy, cursing and swearing. There were dozens of them, many of them carrying weapons and with cruel expressions. They quickly surrounded Du Fan.

"How dare he cause trouble in our Green Forest Stronghold! Kill him!"

"Damn him!"

"Brothers, wait a minute, let me say something first."

Although this fellow is a bit ugly, he's quite slender, which is exactly the type the Third Master likes. Why don't we offer him up? If the Third Master is pleased, he might even reward us with a few jars of wine. What do you all think?

"Yes, we were too rough with him just now. Tie him up, strip him naked, wash him clean, and put him in the Third Master's bed!"

"Tie him up and take him back, then we'll exchange him for alcohol!"

"Tie him up again..."

Looking at the group of menacing and boisterous bandits, Du Fan trembled, his forehead covered in black lines, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and then forcibly suppressed the urge to instantly kill these guys.

Just as the bandits were howling and shouting, Du Fan suddenly raised his chin, deliberately revealing a disdainful look, and glanced contemptuously at the bandits, coldly saying, "Tell your leader to come out. I'm here to raid the stronghold!"

Du Fan had already mastered this series of irritating expressions during the Seven Star Merchant Alliance's Alchemy Competition, so displaying them now was naturally effortless and natural.

"What? Did I hear that right? This guy actually wants to kick down the stronghold? He's got a death wish!"

"Kid, we were going to spare your life out of respect for the Third Master, but now there's nothing more to say. I'm not drinking that jar of wine anymore, I'm going to chop him up!"

As Du Fan coldly swept his eyes over the group of fierce-looking bandits, he suddenly felt a pang of regret. If he were to hide here and cultivate in seclusion, and these guys suddenly started yelling at the top of their lungs at a crucial moment, he would surely suffer a qi deviation.

Du Fan thought again. If this bandit den was like this, other places probably weren't much better. Since he was already here, he should at least try it out for a month first. If it really didn't work out, he could leave then.

"There are rules in the martial arts world: anyone in the underworld has the right to challenge the leader of a stronghold. The one with the highest martial arts skills becomes the number one leader. Does your Green Forest Stronghold accept this rule or not?"

Du Fan suddenly roared, instantly overwhelming the entire area and causing the unruly bandits to pause in surprise and immediately stop shouting.

However, this silence was only momentary. A short, burly, bald man jumped out of the crowd, pointed at Du Fan's nose, and shouted, "Kid, you think you're so great just because you have a loud voice? I'll chop you up!"

Just as the bald man pulled out a machete from behind his back, his face contorted with malice, about to strike, a delicate shout suddenly rang out from the courtyard of the village. It was a woman's voice.

"What are you yelling about? All you ever do is shout for violence. Can't you be a little more respectable? Shut your stinking mouths!"

Upon hearing this stern shout, the dozens of unruly bandits instantly turned into a flock of lambs, their faces immediately displaying fawning expressions. They hurriedly nodded and bowed, stepping back to make way for the newcomers.

Before long, a beautiful woman dressed in fiery red appeared in front of Du Fan.

The woman was in her early twenties, with a voluptuous figure and an imposing air. However, her tight-fitting, fiery red dress was clearly too small, and her two alluring breasts swayed slightly, almost bursting out of her clothes.

However, it is precisely this that outlines her exquisite figure in a curvaceous way, making people want to vomit blood.

At this moment, the woman in red put her hands behind her back, raised her chin, and glanced at the other person from head to toe. Then, she parted her lips slightly and said calmly, "So, you're the one who wanted to kick down the stronghold?"

"That's right, it is I. You're the third leader? You're not bad looking. But I'm not here to see you. Call your leader out here, I'm in a hurry!" Du Fan raised his eyelids, glanced at the woman sideways, lazily cupped his hands in greeting, and said somewhat impatiently.

Upon hearing this, the woman in red blushed slightly on her pretty face, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell.

"Bullshit! This is our leader! Open your dog eyes and take a good look! I am the third leader of the Green Forest Stronghold!" A burly man with a bare upper body, broad shoulders, thick waist, and a tuft of thick hair on his chest suddenly parted the crowd, stepped out, spat at Du Fan, and cursed loudly.

"You are... the third leader?" Du Fan was clearly stunned, his eyes widened instantly, and he swallowed hard, saying incredulously.

He then recalled the bandits' earlier words, and a chill ran down his spine. His previously loosened fists slowly clenched again, veins bulging on his forehead, and a hint of murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

After a long pause, Du Fan slowly exhaled, his emotions finally calming down a bit. His gaze returned to the woman in front of him, and he clasped his hands in greeting:

"Listen up, leader of the Green Forest Stronghold! I've come to your esteemed place to raid your stronghold. Of course, you can choose not to accept, but according to the rules, you need to prepare thirty taels of silver. I'll take the money and leave immediately, never to return!"

"Sha Laosan, set up the arena!" The woman in red's beautiful eyes turned icy cold instantly. She gave Du Fan a deep look, then suddenly snorted and turned to walk into the village courtyard.

Upon hearing the woman's command, the hairy-chested man immediately clasped his hands in obedience, glared fiercely at Du Fan, and then called over a few of his brothers to go and get busy in the village courtyard.

"Kid, you're dead meat! Don't underestimate our small bandit group. Our leader is the best fighter among the surrounding bandits, known as the Iron Lady. Hmph! Scared yet?"

"That's right. In the past, those who came to challenge our stronghold couldn't even last ten moves from our leader. Judging from your frail appearance, our leader can easily defeat you in three moves at most!"

"Kid, according to the rules of the martial world, the loser of a challenge has to leave behind a finger, hahaha..."

As soon as the woman in red left, the bandits in the area immediately revealed their true colors and started making a ruckus again.

Du Fan ignored them, simply standing there with his arms crossed and eyes closed. However, he had silently memorized who had spoken, and thought to himself with a cold laugh, "Hmph! Once I become the boss here, you'll all be in for a world of hurt!"

After half an incense stick's time, Du Fan, who had his eyes closed, frowned deeply. Most of the bandits surrounding him had not yet dispersed and were still circling around him, threatening and cursing him incessantly, which was very tedious.

Du Fan felt that his temper was really exceptionally good. It seemed that cultivation not only improved his cultivation level, but also his manners.

"The arena is ready; the boss wants you to go in!"

Just as Du Fan was feeling somewhat emotional, a thin young man came running up, panting and shouting.

Du Fan felt a sense of relief. If things continued like this, even with his self-cultivation, it would be difficult to guarantee that he wouldn't kill someone.

He flicked his sleeve, his face grim and filled with anger, and strode into the courtyard.

This time he wasn't faking it; he was genuinely angry. Anyone surrounded by dozens of grown men, who kept cursing and shouting things like "Fuck you," "Go to hell," and "I'll fuck your ass," wouldn't be in a good mood.

Even after he stepped onto the ring, he still felt a continuous buzzing in his head, like tinnitus.