There were many mountains in the Southwest. Most of the mountain bandits learned to build many dens, together with a lot of secret passages in the mountains, it allowed them to flee underground.

If the enemy pressed in on their mountain, they could pretend to fight back, then escape into the thousands of secret passages. Even the Black Eagle in the sky could not catch an underground rat.

When the others heard this, their eyes lit up.

But Jing Xu was swaying and shaking, his expression in a daze. No trace of happiness could be found.

He watched as his underlings went to search the secret passages with joy and hope – he knew that the secret passage was now useless.

If the other party intended only to kill people, then most of those on the mountain could escape along the secret passage. In any case, they could not shake the foundation of the lair, but they had actually burned the mountain instead.

Even Kuai Lan Tu did not know what it was that he had burned down.

Jing Xu stood motionlessly for a long time. Not far from him, there was a sudden burst of a sharp cry. He could hear the person who went to search for the secret passage shouting in despair: "The secret passage has collapsed!"

Jing Xu closed his eyes — sure enough.

In this ordinary secret chamber under the mountain, what was stored was not real gold and silver like in Xing Zi Lin, but Ziliujin.

The imperial court's Ziliujin distribution to the local garrison was incredibly limited. Even the Black Iron Camp was no different than the rest, let alone the South Frontier Garrison, but Fu Zhi Cheng certainly had his own way. Kuai Lan Tu received a secret report and learned that Fu Zhi Cheng and Jing Xu had a very close relationship — but he did not know that in truth, Jing Xu was the 'clerk' who smuggled Ziliujin for Fu Zhi Cheng.

The mountain bandits' business was robbing, doing whatever that could be beneficial to them. Jing Xu came in contact with the black market for Fu Zhi Cheng and smuggled the Ziliujin, it was impossible for him not to profit off of this, but he believed that he was not a greedy man, only keeping one part for himself each time. Fu Zhi Cheng was aware of this and had always been silently accepting.

Just before this, Jing Xu just sent the latest batch of Ziliujin to the army of the Southern Frontier. In the secret room under the mountain, there was only just a surplus of ten percent of the Ziliujin, who would have known that it would become a life-claiming talisman, for after igniting, it had exploded in the secret passage in the mountain, annihilating and wiping out the entire lair.

Was this a coincidence? This could be a coincidence?