What If I Can't Die?

"Hand over seventy percent of the money from the Yuzhou Light Temple's incense oil donations. Come to Silken City to participate in the wedding that is being held in ten days, and also meet your Shengming Supremacy there."

Sheng Hui's body trembled violently as he said in disbelief, "Could it be that Senior Brother was also…"

"Just like you, the two of you can reunite. If anyone from Sand Country is interested, they can also join."

Song Shi's words were meaningful. He was actually threatening the Sand Country to be more honest. If they dared to extend their hands to take what did not belong to them again, he did not mind controlling a few more of their cultivators.

"I won't. Our Buddhist Dharma isn't profound enough. How can we brainwash ordinary folks?"

Sheng Hui hurriedly promised.

Song Shi took the resources and continued to move to the next place.

The neighboring countries had tainted Great Qian. Since he wanted to reclaim the land, he naturally could not let any of them off.

Xun Prefecture was an ancient prefecture. It was deep in the heart of Great Qian, but it was now occupied by the Wind and Thunder Kingdoms. They were prepared to use this prefecture as a base to continue occupying other prefectures.

Before Song Shi's arrival, the Wind and Thunder Nation had already jointly occupied the five northwestern states, second only to the Li Nation.

After entering Xun Prefecture, a chaotic scene of soldiers and horses greeted his eyes.

Song Shi glanced around and landed above a village. The ruins were still emitting heat after the fire. He could see the corpses of hundreds of villagers that had been burned to death.

He was enraged on the spot. No matter what, he was still a member of Great Qian. Even if he wasn't, he wouldn't be able to tolerate such a massacre.

"What a bunch of beasts. They even killed commoners. What's the difference between them and Sky Demon Cult?"

The few countries that Song Shi had encountered in the past were only infiltrated. Their methods were rather gentle, but this was the first time he had encountered such an obvious massacre.

Song Shi's divine thoughts quickly turned to the north, and killing intent flashed in his eyes.

With a step, the ground quickly shortened under his feet. He easily crossed dozens of kilometers and arrived at a small river.

A row of warhorses was tied to a tree at the side. Hundreds of people stopped with bags of various sizes and began to set up camp by the river, preparing to rest and cook here.

Many of the things they brought were killed and snatched on the spot. There were also more than ten children who were led away like livestock and brought to a large tent.

"Immortal, I've left these little bastards here for you. Do you want to give them something to eat?"

The centurion leading the team said to a cultivator obsequiously.

The latter had a grayish-black face, a bald head, and a red nose. He looked ugly and had a strange aura. He was only at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, but his status in this team of hundreds was very high.

Beside him were two cultivators with lower cultivation levels.

"There's no need to give them food. Not many people will survive after testing the medicine."

The red-nosed cultivator glanced at the dozen or so children with ill intentions. Suddenly, his eyes blurred and he sensed that something was wrong.

He looked back and saw a figure standing there with a cold gaze.

"Who are you!"

When he spoke, the others sensed that someone had sneaked in. They stood up warily, drew their weapons, or drew their bows and surrounded Song Shi.

"This person looks like he's from Great Qian. He's most likely a spy. Don't let him escape!"

The centurion snapped.

The red-nosed cultivator's expression changed. "Wait, I can't detect this person's cultivation. He might be a high-level cultivator."

Song Shi looked at the group of trash people calmly. After they gathered, he said, "Since you're all standing together, I'll send you on your way."

With a flick of his finger, a circle of flames was thrown out. Other than the children on his back, everyone was burning.

The group of people screamed and rolled on the ground, or jumped into the river. They wanted to put out the fire, but it was useless. They were still burning.

Be it cultivators or ordinary soldiers, no one could stop the flames from burning their bodies. All of them had terrified expressions as they walked towards death in Affliction.

"Senior, please spare my life, Senior!"

The red-nosed cultivator screamed in panic.

"You all burn, kill, and plunder, when others beg for mercy, did you spare them?"

Song Shi's expression was calm. He deliberately did not use too much strength to torture these guys.

In his view, those with power could do whatever they wanted, but it should not include slaughtering and torturing innocent people.

In their despair, everyone turned into charcoal and their souls dissipated.

More than ten children cried bitterly when they saw their enemy being tortured to death. They were glad that they had survived, but they were also sad.

Song Shi turned to look at the children who were crying non-stop. "Some of you are not young anymore. Eat some food and take what you can carry. Go home."

"Immortal, thank you for saving us. However, our village has been destroyed and we have nowhere to go. Please accept us. We can even be your slaves."

A quick-witted youth fell to his knees and kowtowed to Song Shi with reddened eyes.

The other children also reacted and knelt down to kowtow to Song Shi.

They were all children who had been chosen to survive. They were either smart or had some some talent. They were not fools and knew that only by relying on Song Shi could they survive better.

"Do you all like being slaves so much?" Song Shi looked at the youth coldly.

The latter was so frightened that his face turned pale. He hurriedly explained, "No, I just think that you're a good person. If I can follow you, even being a slave is better than being a normal person."

"Hehe, I'm a good person?"

Song Shi could not help but laugh. "It's very difficult to be a good person in this world. Just be a person with principles and a bottom line."

He looked at the group of children. "I don't have the time to take care of you, but I can get someone to teach you how to become stronger. Are you willing to protect this place for the rest of your lives and resist external enemies?"

His words made the group of children reveal thoughtful expressions. Even though they didn't really understand it now, it was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

"I'm willing!"

The young man's eyes lit up. Compared to following Song Shi, perhaps protecting his country gave him more hope and strength.

"Alright, guard these supplies and take care of the battlefield first. Someone will come looking for you in a day or two."

As soon as Song Shi finished speaking, he had already left. The dozen or so children looked at each other.

"Listen to senior. Everyone, quickly eat something and clean up the battlefield."

The young man who took the lead in speaking was very opinionated.

Song Shi looked at the moving child in the air and muttered, "It's better to rely on oneself than on others."

He turned around and flew to another place. An army was destroying the city.

When the enemy came to destroy the city, Song Shi took the opportunity to destroy these enemies.

The commotion this time was a little huge. The cultivator army received the news and happened to charge over after Song Shi dealt with more than tens of thousands of enemies.

Screech!

With an ear-piercing eagle cry, the dilapidated buildings in the city shattered further, and many houses collapsed.

Song Shi looked up. Amidst the clouds, the sound of wind and thunder whistled. A black eagle covered in lightning appeared with an afterimage.

On the back of the eagle stood a cultivator in silver armor. He was at the early-stage Nascent Soul realm and held a sharp blade.

His eyes were cold as he stared at Song Shi with a sharp gaze. "As a high-level cultivator, you deliberately slaughtered the normal army of the Thunder Kingdom. Isn't that too much?"

"Isn't it too much for the army of the Thunder Kingdom to deliberately kill civilians without any martial strength?"

Song Shi took a step forward and slapped him. "Since you can't differentiate right from wrong, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Boom!

Flames exploded. The person and the black eagle were blown up by Song Shi. Their charred flesh and feathers danced in the air, scaring the cultivators who followed behind.