Sacrificial Artifact System: From Bell-ringer to the Ancestral Patriarch of the Sect novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Children

Li Qian declined the hearty invitation from the Family Head of the Ming Family, switched to a fast horse, and left the West Dock Mine to return to the Divine Sword Sect.

All the way he rode without stopping, pressing on through the night.

In the dead of night, as he passed by a village, he saw many houses burning.

He remembered that when he passed through earlier, the adults were busy with work and the children were playing and frolicking... a serene, pastoral scene.

How could it have come to this in the blink of an eye?

"Was it horse thieves or bandits pillaging and slaughtering the village?"

Li Qian’s brows slightly furrowed.

Although he had heard of such things, he had never seen them with his own eyes.

Horse thieves pillaging wealth may kill, but seldom do they slaughter so indiscriminately... To them, such villages are like crops to be harvested. Cut once, and in a few years’ time, they can be reaped again.

He stopped outside the village for a long time.

Other than the crackling sounds of the fire, there were no other sounds.

Tap-tap-tap...

After some consideration, Li Qian pulled on the horse’s reins and directed the fast horse to slowly walk towards the burning village.

Near each flaming house, there were bodies strewn all over.

Nearly every house was surrounded by them.

The villagers died in various terrible ways, too horrible to witness.

There were adults, children, and the elderly...

"The time of death, most should not have exceeded an hour..."

Li Qian extended his Spiritual Perception and found many traces.

It was too tragic.

The entire village had turned into a land of death.

I wonder what powerful force the village offended to warrant such a ruthless massacre?

He walked around the village.

No survivors.

Probably two to three hundred people died.

The whole village had been slaughtered.

"Ah, without strength, facing such a massacre, one simply has no power to resist."

Li Qian sighed in his heart.

Even though he was now an Innate Martial Artist, which made him much stronger in self-protection compared to these ordinary villagers, if he put himself in their shoes, facing irresistible powers, what could he do?

The only way is to diligently ring the bell and practice, to strengthen my cultivation and power.

Just as he was about to leave, he faintly heard the sound of crying, mingled with the splash of water.

Li Qian went on high alert.

One hand had already reached for the hilt of his treasured sword.

After listening for a while, his figure abruptly moved. He leapt from the horseback and quickly arrived at the edge of a well outside a house that had been burned to collapsed eaves and broken walls.

A headless male corpse lay by the well.

The severed head, with blood flowing from its eyes, was looking up at the sky, lifelessly.

The sobbing came from within the well.

Li Qian stood at the well’s edge.

The well was narrow and deep, and with it being night, it was almost impossible to see clearly inside.

Using his Spiritual Perception, Li Qian could still sense what was inside.

He saw a five or six-year-old child floating in the well water, occasionally slapping the surface with both hands.

The water surface was estimated to be four to five meters from the mouth of the well.

Not to mention a child of this size; even an adult male would struggle to climb out after falling into the well water.

The child seemed to have cried himself to exhaustion, floating on his back in the well water, emitting only faint sobs.

Li Qian was somewhat surprised.

A child so young was able to survive in the well.

It must be that the child happened to maintain a floating position, preserving strength.

However, without rescue, a prolonged period would lead to drowning.

Li Qian surveyed the surroundings with his Spiritual Perception, then his figure moved, and he jumped into the well.

It didn’t take long before he emerged from the well opening, holding the child.

Although he didn’t want to meddle in extra affairs, he couldn’t stand by and watch the child struggle in the well waters, ignoring the plight.

The child had been soaked in the cold well water for a long time, his body chilled, his little face deathly pale.

Li Qian transmitted a breath of True Qi into the child’s body to dispel the cold.

At the same time, he took out a Qi Blood Pill, scraped a bit of the powder, and fed it to the child.

A while later, the condition of the child improved a lot.

Perhaps too exhausted, the child quickly fell into a deep sleep, snoring softly.

"You little one, is it good luck or bad luck?"

Li Qian sighed.

Although the person was saved.

How to settle this child?

It was impossible for him to take care of him.

"It seems I can only take him to Lijian City to find a family to adopt him."

Li Qian calculated in his mind.

Accordingly, Li Qian carried the child in one arm, leaped onto the horseback, pulled on the reins, and rode the fast horse away from the still-burning village.