137: Our Western Yan Dynasty has a traitor within our ranks!

...On this day, Qin Dong went out to capture people as usual.

However, he ran a long distance toward the Western Yan Dynasty occupied zone without spotting any of the enemy's scouts or Cultivators.

This couldn't help but make him feel suspicious.

"Maybe it's some holiday today, and the Western Yan Dynasty is on break?"

Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly caught a glimpse of several Western Yan Dynasty Cultivators setting up a temporary camp out of the corner of his eye.

"Great!" Qin Dong was overjoyed and decided to give them a taste of his club.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a thick, black wooden club.

This large club was a Profound Rank Magical Artifact that Qin Dong had specially taken the time to refine.

It didn't frost in winter or freeze in summer; one hit to the head and the person wouldn't make a sound.

"Brothers, look over here, there's a surprise!"

Qin Dong activated his movement technique and quickly stepped forward with a sharp shout.

When the Western Yan Dynasty Cultivators heard those words, they all turned their heads.

With just one look, their hearts skipped a beat, and they revealed expressions of fear.

"Wow, what a black, thick, and large club..."

Then, accompanied by several crisp "thwack" sounds, the Cultivators fainted directly onto the ground.

"Another hundred Spirit Stones in the bag!"

A satisfied smile curled at the corners of Qin Dong's mouth as he stepped forward to strip them of their clothes while mentally calculating the profit from this "business" trip.

However, at that moment, three streaks of black light shot through the air like lightning.

Qin Dong realized something was wrong and tried to dodge quickly, but it was already too late.

"Puff, puff, puff~" Three giant crossbow bolts bore down on him, all hitting Qin Dong with unerring accuracy.

Qin Dong was sent flying by the massive impact and was nailed to the ground not far away.

Qin Dong was dead.

A moment later, a group of Cultivators clad in heavy armor with war sabers hanging from their waists swarmed in like a tide.

The leader among them was the Scout Commander of the Western Yan Dynasty's Second Route Army, the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator Zhou Chen.

"Too easy!" Zhou Chen laughed incessantly.

He had thought he would encounter a troublesome enemy, but he hadn't expected that just three giant siege crossbows would easily resolve the battle.

"The General is brave and invincible!" the Cultivators cheered in unison.

"Hmph... Just this level of trash? Let's go!"

Zhou Chen waved his hand dismissively, "Remember to take this fellow's corpse with us."

"As you command!"

Two Cultivators stepped forward, preparing to lift Qin Dong's corpse.

However, suddenly, Qin Dong sprang up with a carp leap.

He released the giant siege crossbows clamped under his arms and then slammed his fists into the two Cultivators.

He leaped and turned, gathering strength before... Thunder Tiger Evil-Breaking Punch!

Having been Cultivated to the perfect Realm, the power of the Thunder Tiger Evil-Breaking Punch was naturally no joke.

A phantom of a fierce tiger emerged from behind Qin Dong and then roared as it charged toward the two Cultivators.

With a bang, their breastplates were shattered to pieces, and both were sent flying into the distance.

Immediately turning around, he bypassed the others and pounced directly in front of Zhou Chen again.

"Everyone, come and protect me!"

Zhou Chen's pupils constricted, and he immediately threw a punch to meet him; at the same time, dozens of sharp blades shot out from his sleeves, stabbing at Qin Dong.

However, only a series of clanging sounds could be heard as all dozens of blades were blocked by the defensive Cultivation Technique the opponent deployed the moment they touched his chest.

"How is that possible?" Zhou Chen cried out.

"Hmph, I noticed you guys a long time ago."

The two exchanged a palm strike, which actually forced Zhou Chen back ten meters.

"Pfft..." He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This is impossible!" Zhou Tianxing said with a face full of disbelief, then barked, "Take him down for me!"

In an instant, twenty Cultivators swarmed forward.

Qin Dong was fearless; he surged his True Essence to pull the distant wooden club to him and then charged into the group of Cultivators.

He didn't use the Cultivation Techniques of the Cloud Heaven Sect, but rather the Cultivation Techniques he had drawn from the system space.

"This is a perfect chance to practice with these guys!"

For a time, various Cultivation Techniques emerged one after another, beating those Cultivators into a steady retreat.

"What kind of monster is this? Why does he have so many Cultivation Techniques?"

"This is crazy, his cultivation! He's at the Late Stage Foundation Establishment!"

Star-Returning Absolute Staff!

The staff technique was peerlessly overbearing, its Moves sharp, possessing the momentum to sweep through thousands of troops, invincible!

Knocking an Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator away with one strike, Qin Dong used strange footwork to Move through the enemies as if entering an uninhabited land.

Those ever-changing Cultivation Techniques were simply dazzling, leaving everyone dizzy and disoriented.

The large black stick in his hand specialized in hitting heads; one hit and they'd fall fast asleep.

In just a short moment, Qin Dong had knocked out all five or six Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators.

The faces of the remaining people instantly turned pale as they realized they had kicked a steel plate, secretly cursing their bad luck.

They hurriedly turned around and summoned their Flying Swords, preparing to flee the area.

"Where do you think you're going!"

He leaned down and slapped the ground, shouting loudly, "Sky-Locking Formation! Activate!"

Instantly, dozens of Formation seals shot into the sky from his body, forming countless dense spiritual nets in mid-air.

The Sky-Locking Formation firmly locked down the airspace, causing the Flying Swords to fail and making it impossible for them to escape.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions became exceptionally ugly, their eyes filled with horror.

"This is a Formation? When was it set up?!"

"No! There's a mole! A Formation was set up here in advance! Our Western Yan Dynasty has a mole!"

Qin Dong seized the opportunity to pursue, holding the large black stick as his figure turned into an afterimage, flickering through the crowd.

Every movement was as fast as thunder, leaving one's eyes dazzled.

"Thwack, thwack, thwack," Cultivators kept falling over, foaming at the mouth.

In a short while, Qin Dong had fought his way right in front of him.

Zhou Chen's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly circulated his Cultivation Technique to resist.

He saw a giant punch phantom booming toward him, scaring him so much that he flew backward, retreating several steps after landing.

When he suddenly looked up again, he saw a large black stick smashing down... The Scout Commander of the Western Yan Dynasty's Second Route Army had personally led an ambush, only to be captured alive.

This was one Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator and twenty Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

The people on the Southern Unification Dynasty's side were all startled when they saw these prisoners.

At that moment, Qin Dong suddenly revealed his Late Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Instantly, it was like a sudden enlightenment for the people of the Southern Unification Dynasty—so this lord was truly someone who would pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger!

No wonder, so that's how it was; since that was the case, everything could be explained!

Capturing so many Foundation Establishment Cultivators single-handedly was truly shocking.

Before long, Qin Dong was invited into the tent of the military camp's highest official.

"Senior fake name! So you are at the Late Stage Foundation Establishment!"

The Southern Unification Dynasty general couldn't help but praise him.

However, there was one thing he didn't understand: why was the other party wearing a mask?

"Incredible, you actually captured the Scout Commander of the Western Yan Dynasty and brought him back!"

"Your Junior will apply for a reward for you immediately; you will definitely receive high pay and a noble position, perhaps even a promotion in rank!"

Qin Dong raised an eyebrow, "No!"

He was the Prince Consort of the Western Yan Dynasty; helping the enemy country fight his own people was already immoral, so how could he dare to accept a high official position?

As a promising youth of the twenty-first century with all-around development in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor, he had to maintain his bottom line!

To this, Qin Dong resolutely refused the high official position.

But, he didn't refuse the high pay.

"Spirit Stones! I only want Spirit Stones."

"No problem!"

...Three days passed in the blink of an eye within the Western Yan Dynasty's Second Route Army.

A military meeting was in full swing.

The Great General looked around, his puzzled gaze wandering over everyone's faces.

He scanned the room and finally couldn't help but ask, "Strange, why didn't the Scout Commander come to the meeting today?"

"Someone, go and call him here quickly!"

Before long, the Cultivator responsible for summoning him returned.

"This is bad, Great General, the Scout Commander, he... he..."

"What happened to him?"

"He was also captured by that fake name from the Southern Unification Dynasty!"

The summoning Cultivator's voice trembled.

"What?"

The Great General felt as if he had been struck by lightning, feeling like the sky was falling.