Li Guanyi naturally supported Wang Shunchen, guiding him back. Wang Shunchen was originally a person of deep love and loyalty, but because of past events, his mental state had gaps, leading to his fall from grace. Now, resolving his past grievances and filling his mental void, he finally returned to the realm of the Seven Heavens. With a casual gesture, he displayed the Absolute Skill of Dharma Form, commanding troops, and exuding the military soul’s fighting spirit effortlessly. Li Guanyi explained all the matters of Anxi City, and sent Qibi Li and others to clean up the corpses and collect usable weapons and armor. The desert was dry, but since it was summer, the numerous corpses could easily lead to a plague. Qibi Li ordered the soldiers to take out their medicinal pouches and used Hou Zhongyu’s Corpse Transformation Powder to turn the corpses into blood water, and cleaned them thoroughly. After chatting for a while, Li Guanyi mentioned the various matters of Daqi Village. Li Guanyi personally visited to express his thanks, introducing himself as a [Wandering Merchant of the Central Plains]. The old village chief, who had been in the Martial World for a long time, saw the young man clad in scale armor and a battle robe, smiling warmly. The old village chief, at the very least, was a martial artist and had moved about in the Central Plains. He recognized that such an appearance could only be of an old general or warlord, and could never be a wandering merchant. He boldly and cunningly said, "So that’s how it is. I have been in this land beyond the pass for a long time, unaware that there were such wandering merchants." As he spoke, he saw the cavalry on the other side take out a powder and scatter it with a swish. The corpses started to bubble, pus flowed out, turning into blood water. The old village chief Yu Wutai’s eyelids twitched. The most update n0vels are published on novelFɪre.net At first, he could maintain his composure. But after a while, seeing the corpses directly turning into blood water. The old village chief felt his head was a bit numb. Such a method, this, this... Whose medicinal powder is this, so domineering? The old village chief managed with great difficulty to maintain his expression unchanged. Though Daqi Village lacked food and drink, they still entertained Li Guanyi and the others. During the chat, Li Guanyi invited the people of Daqi Village to live at his place, and the old village chief agreed without hesitation. That one of the three great generals of the Qiang had fallen here along with five thousand elite Qie Xue Army. The Qiang would not let this rest. The Qiang were a major tribe in the desert, populous and brave in battle, the first tribe to become kings after the turmoil in the Western Regions, possessing cities, populations, and slaves, and a hundred thousand elite troops. That hundred thousand were a true army, different from what Li Guanyi led. And there were two generals stronger than Bi Cheli Ji. Among them, the greatest general of the Qiang was at the Grandmaster level, but due to the changing circumstances, the other war generals had to cope with the ever-changing situation, compounded by Wang Shunchen’s mental collapse. Thus, Cheriji was sent with five thousand fierce cavalry. But never did they expect Li Guanyi to suddenly appear. Otherwise, Wang Shunchen would truly have died under Cheriji’s military might. Now that both the great general and cavalry were dead here, the Qiang would absolutely not let this go and would come searching after recovering, definitely targeting Daqi Village, making escape impossible. The punishments of the Western Regions’ Qiang were extremely brutal, some involved digging a pit in the desert, burying people in, compacting the sand pit, slicing a gash near the forehead with a very sharp and fast knife, and applying honey. Fierce and large desert ants would naturally come to eat the honey and flesh. It was tormenting, painful, terrifying unto death. If one could run, they should run! Falling into the hands of those barbarians was worse than death. There was still much luggage and belongings in Daqi Village; the old village chief made a prompt decision to abandon everything, taking only some silver taels, weapons, and clothes, locked the village gate of Daqi Village, and poured strong wine and grease into the village. Finally, with just a spark, turned the old foundations of the village into ashes. Li Guanyi saw the complex and sorrowful expression on the old village chief’s face. Wang Shunchen also had a sense of bewilderment, but quickly, this dreamlike feeling faded from him, as he let go of his past grievances and retrieved his former war bow. Until now, with the old Daqi Village, which symbolized his lost and decadent past, burned to ashes. Wang Shunchen truly let go. The road ahead was wide open, and the past was no more. The Divine Shooter General had finally returned completely. Li Guanyi petted the cat resting on his shoulder; it was precisely because of this that he hadn’t used his renowned Red Dragon and White Tiger Dharma Form; hadn’t let the Qilin join the battle. Li Guanyi was world-famous. The Fire Qilin was closely associated with him. From beginning to end, the only ones who knew he was Li Guanyi were Wang Shunchen and those five thousand Qie Xue Army. The ten thousand horse archers had been left behind by him at that time. And the people of Daqi Village were a considerable distance away. The five thousand Qie Xue Army, who knew the news, were annihilated. If the Qilin had appeared, Daqi Village people seeing this Qilin form, would ultimately be a difficult matter to handle. Since that day at the Ghost Market in Jiangzhou rescuing people, needing Elder Xue to handle the aftermath. Li Guanyi had gradually grown, and now everything he did was with consideration of consequences. Unlike when he was younger, where he had only blood courage. But there was still some regret from Wang Shunchen, looking at the sight of the Fire Qilin, which seemed slightly more mature than in the past, asking if it still liked eating tasty fruits, only to see the Fire Qilin bristle with anger, leaving Wang Shunchen, who hadn’t seen it for a long time, somewhat baffled. Privately, he confided to Li Guanyi: "What a pity, what a pity, not being able to see you, Young Master, in your golden armor with the Fire Qilin beneath you. If I could see that scene, I’d be willing to drop dead drunk on the spot."