The Lancang River surged westward, its vast waters rolling with unrelenting force. Along its course, small streams and rivulets merged into its mighty flow, while other tributaries branched off, cascading into deep ravines and treacherous pits.0

Yinma Ford was one such tributary of the Lancang River. With its flat terrain and lush, verdant grasslands, it had long been the designated pastureland of the Li family, a local Foundation Establishment family known for breeding dragon-horses. Though not explicitly fenced off, most rogue cultivators in Dahe Market knew well that this land belonged to the Li family and rarely trespassed.0

But today, Yinma Ford was stained crimson with blood. Mutilated corpses floated in the shallow waters, some sinking beneath the current, others caught on the muddy banks. The air reeked of blood, and the silence was only broken by the excited murmurs of cultivators in enchanted robes as they eagerly looted the dead.0

“Damn, these guys were loaded!”0

A young cultivator whistled low as he rummaged through a bloodstained storage pouch, eyes gleaming at the spirit stones and talismans he uncovered.0

Another nearby chuckled, his voice tinged with envy. “Yeah, can you...0