Chapter 17: The White-Faced Leader

Eagle Beak Mountain.

Mo Xiaobai had never visited this place in his past life, and it was his first time visiting in this life. He found that looking from the side, the mountain indeed resembled the sharp beak of a falcon, which explained the name.

Almost ten people climbed up the mountain, immediately causing a stir among the bandits. As soon as they saw that the leader was the brother from the bandit camp who had left not long ago, the bandits guarding the Village Gate quickly opened it and called out, “Ma Laoliu, how many doctors did you manage to bring back?”

How many?

Just the one person behind me, and I still couldn’t handle him.

Ma Laoliu, the leader, felt depressed deep down, but his face still wore an expression of immediate success. He shouted loudly, “I have invited the famous Dong Family physician from Prefecture City! Move aside quickly.”

“The Dong Family? Could they be the descendants of Dong Gong, one of the Three Divine Doctors of the Jian’an era? Ma Laoliu, you did a great job on this mission! The Chief’s wound will surely be cured.”

“Ma Laoliu, which doctor is the descendant of a Divine Doctor?”

“Hurry up, point them out for us to meet.”

A group of bandits rushed forward like a playful crowd, looking at Mo Xiaobai and the others just as if they were looking at fat pandas in a zoo.

Most of their gazes fell on Mo Xiaobai, because among the group, the two Dong sisters were women, and Li Ji carried the aura of a military man, making it obvious even to a blind man who was who.

Only Mo Xiaobai looked clean and fair, appearing clearly not like an ordinary commoner.

“Stop making a fuss! I still need to take the physician to see the Chief.”

Ma Laoliu had no face to point out the Dong women, and he certainly had no face to admit that he had been kicked down by a woman. He pushed the bandits blocking the path aside and impatiently wanted to move forward.

The surrounding bandits did not intend to stop them on purpose; they laughed and cleared the mountain path. Even so, three or four cautious and quick-witted ones still followed closely on both sides.

After entering the stronghold, they reached the rear hall in no time.

Ma Laoliu led the way into a bedroom, and soon a deep and handsome laugh echoed from inside: “Since you are the descendants of Dong Gong, hurry up and invite them in. Do not be disrespectful.”

“Listening to that voice, he really sounds like a General.”

Standing outside the bedroom, Mo Xiaobai’s eyes lit up. When the Plane had just opened, even ordinary Lieutenant Generals with martial strength in the 50s or 60s were rare, let alone Historical Celebrities like Li Ji who were almost hidden from view.

This stronghold is quite interesting!

The thought flashed through Mo Xiaobai’s mind. Mo Xiaobai, the two Dong sisters, and Li Ji walked into the inner room together.

The inner room was not large, but it was extremely elegant.

A large table about a zhang long was made of old black ebony that had been around for many years. Writing brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone were all available on the table, and ink stains remained in the inkstone.

Steel bows and refined iron swords were hung on both side walls, and a long spear stood upright.

“Are bandits this wealthy now? An ordinary horse spear should cost at least ten gold pieces, but look at the one on the wall. It is carved with tiger and leopard patterns, and the material is clearly not ordinary refined iron. You can’t even think about getting one unless you have fifty or sixty gold pieces.”

Mo Xiaobai hadn’t had much success in the Plane in his past life, but his vision was not low. He had attended many large-scale auctions held by the Intellect Brain.

A spear like the horse spear, representing the pinnacle of cold weapons, is not something anyone can just have if they want it.

First, you must have money.

Second, you must have status.

Finally, you must know how to use it, right?

Otherwise, would you spend dozens of gold pieces to buy a pretty toy?

You would lose face, and others would laugh at you for trying to look bigger than you are by swelling your face like a pufferfish.

Mo Xiaobai looked around the room for a long time before finally resting his gaze on the bed in the bedroom.

“Um~ Turns out he’s a white-faced man too.” After seeing what the leader lying on the bed looked like, Mo Xiaobai couldn’t help but chuckle and mutter.

Whether his face was naturally pale or caused by illness and injury, the man lying on the bed actually looked three points even fairer and smoother than Mo Xiaobai.

He wasn’t very old either, probably just at the age of adulthood. His fine features and beautiful appearance seemed quite out of place for a bandit’s profession.

As Mo Xiaobai examined the leader in front of him, the young leader also scanned Mo Xiaobai and the other three with piercing eyes.

When his gaze moved away from Mo Xiaobai and fell on Li Ji, the whole man shuddered, and a hint of a bitter smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “Physician Dong, are you here today to save a life, or to harm one?”

These words were directed at the two Dong sisters; he did not mistake Mo Xiaobai for a doctor like his subordinates.

“Chief, why do you say such things?”

“Do you think I am blind? How could those useless subordinates of mine invite people like you? If it weren’t absolutely necessary to take this man’s life, why would you need a Great General to come in person?”

The young leader spoke with a bitter smile, but in the next moment, a look of determination appeared on his face. “Ma Laoliu, bring me my sword!”

Does this mean he wants to duel just because they disagreed on something?

Mo Xiaobai suddenly felt it was funny. This guy couldn’t even sit up properly right now, and he still wants to get his sword?

If I give you a wooden sword, can you even wave it?

“Miss Dong, it seems my words earlier were correct. A strong person remains a strong person. Judging by his attitude, he seems to want to keep all of us here.” Speaking with a hint of mockery, Mo Xiaobai looked at the young leader. “You can stop shouting. In your condition, if we wanted to kill you, we wouldn’t be standing here wasting time.”

“The White-Faced Lord speaks correctly. My sister and I came up the mountain just to see if a sick person deserves to be saved.” After Mo Xiaobai finished speaking, the future Medical Immortal Dong nodded in agreement, scanning the young Lord from head to toe, her brow furrowed slightly as if thinking about something.

They are not here to kill me?

The young leader was also shocked upon hearing this, and a moment later, suspicion grew in his eyes.

He now believed that Mo Xiaobai and the others came to the stronghold not to kill, but what exactly did they want to do?

To cure himself?

It didn’t look like it at all!

Just when everyone fell silent, the sword-wielding girl suddenly spoke with curiosity, “Hey, White-Faced Leader, your injuries are very strange, aren’t they?”

White-Faced Leader?

Hearing this title, the young leader’s face twisted in disgust.

Mo Xiaobai burst into laughter, thinking that the girl must have held back her tongue when referring to him just now.

Although the young leader was very dissatisfied with the title “White-Faced,” he still asked in reply, “How can a minor battlefield contusion be so strange?”

“No, your five organs are poisoned. Your chest wound from a blade is the heaviest, and there are multiple arrow and spear wounds on your arms, but why do you have no injuries on your back at all?” The sword-wielding girl shook her head first, then suddenly looked shocked. The look in her eyes as she looked at the young leader became filled with disbelief.

However, facing the girl’s surprised expression, the young leader seemed unbothered and said coldly, “My father never taught me how to face the enemy with my back.”

He’s really good at pretending!

Hearing this, Mo Xiaobai couldn’t help but admire him in his heart.

He was admiring the young man’s skill at pretending to be impressive, as well as his smooth, bare back.

“You were originally a capable General, yet you chose to become a thief?” On the side of the sword-wielding girl, Miss Dong finally spoke again. Her voice sounded somewhat melancholy and mixed with a hint of confusion.

“What’s bad about being a thief? At least up here on the mountain, I and my group of brothers can support our families, and we don’t have to obey anyone.” The young leader hummed lowly; clearly, he had a story of his own.

Upon hearing this, Miss Dong nodded and then turned to look at Mo Xiaobai. “White-Faced Lord, can you support the entire family of Eagle Beak Mountain?”