Chapter 892: Tracking the Supplies

Editor: Henyee Translations

As the bandits guarding the gate saw Chu Qingzhi alone, they opened the gate and taunted her, “Little sister, did you lose your way coming here all by yourself?”

“Tell your brother where your home is, and we’ll send you back.”

Chu Qingzhi’s eyes turned cold, and with a wave of her hand, she unleashed two streams of spiritual power, sending the two flying. Their internal organs shattered upon impact with the ground, dead on the spot.

The people inside the stronghold were terrified at the sight…

“The demoness has come!”

“The demoness has come!”

Shouting in panic, the bandits fled deeper into the stronghold.

With the second-in-command killed by the man with the eye patch and the third-in-command now stepping forward, a skinny middle-aged man questioned Chu Qingzhi, “Demoness, we have no grudge against you. Why kill my brothers?”

Chu Qingzhi walked slowly into the stronghold, “Where is Officer Wang?”

The third-in-command’s eyes darted, “You’re Chu Qingzhi?”

Chu Qingzhi slightly raised her eyebrows, “It seems even you bandits know of me. Since you recognize me, better come clean, or their fate will be yours!”

A sinister gleam flashed in the third-in-command’s eyes, “Think you’re so capable? Find him yourself!” He then signaled his men.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them shook, and a drawbridge moved backward, revealing a deep chasm in the middle.

At the same time, the bandits brought out Officer Wang and the soldiers, holding knives to their necks, threatening Chu Qingzhi.

The third-in-command, with eyes like venomous snakes, stared at Chu Qingzhi, “Surrender now, or I kill them!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Chu Qingzhi’s lips curled up slightly as a golden bell appeared in her hand. With a shake, its sound pierced through the stronghold, dazing all the bandits, blurring their vision and freezing them in place.

She then flew over to look for the mechanism.

It was clear that the bandits had triggered something, causing the drawbridge to move back.

Without finding the mechanism, Chu Qingzhi headed towards the unusual activity in the suspended floor.

Who killed this bandit?

After examining the wounds and reconstructing the scene in her mind, it appeared the bandit was suddenly killed by someone he recognized. But why?

She pondered the mystery as Meng Shengdong’s voice came from outside, “Miss Chu, are you there?”

Chu Qingzhi responded, “Yes, wait a moment.”

Stepping out, she noticed an odd-looking stone on the mountain wall and pressed it. The ground where Meng Shengdong and his team stood shook again, and the drawbridge moved forward, connecting to the stronghold’s gate where they were.

Meng Shengdong crossed the bridge to join her, “Who would’ve thought, a bunch of bandits designing such a complex mechanism.”

“Never underestimate anyone.” Chu Qingzhi then got down to business, “Officer Wang and the others are indeed in the stronghold, but I haven’t found the supplies yet. Let’s split up and search quickly.”

“Right.”

Entering the stronghold, built around a mine with tunnels serving as rooms, Chu Qingzhi found it surprisingly wealthy.

Beyond the tunnels was a garden enclosed by mountains, with several caves around. She extended her spiritual sense into these caves.

One cave’s end was a storeroom filled with treasure and some food.

Another was sealed with a stone door, its contents unknown.

The rest were holding cells.

Heading towards the cell, Chu Qingzhi found a man, dirty and chained, unrecognizable.

Touching the lock, she entered the cell and asked directly, “Why did the bandits lock you up?”

The man slowly looked up, “You’re not from the stronghold?”

“I’m Chu Qingzhi.”

The man suddenly became animated, “Heaven has eyes, I’m the prefect of Linzhang City. I was kidnapped by bandits while on an inspection tour. Miss, please save me.”

Chu Qingzhi effortlessly broke the chains, “I’ll have someone take you to Tang Jinghong.”

The prefect hurriedly agreed, “Yes, yes, whatever you say.”

Leading the prefect out, Chu Qingzhi mused on the unusual circumstance of a prefect ending up like this.

Back in the garden, Meng Shengdong rushed over, “Miss, we haven’t found the supplies.”