Joshua threw his pistol and pulled out his sword, he coated the sword with Qi and it sliced through the air with a whistle as he charged towards the burly man who happen to be also at Refined Qi.

  The bandit leader, noticing the change in his opponent's stance, drew his own blade coated with Qi. It was a crude, heavy sword, the kind favored by those who relied on brute strength rather than finesse. He swung it in a wild arc, aiming to cleave Joshua in two.

  Joshua, with his Refined Qi, martial arts training and the powerful mind granted by his Immortal cultivation, danced around the clumsy strike. His blade darted out like a serpent's tongue, striking at the leader's exposed neck.

  The man bellowed and stumbled back, blood spurting from a shallow cut. The remaining bandits paused in their charge, their eyes wide with shock at the display of skill they had just witnessed.

  The leader roared with fury and called his men to lunged together, but this time, Joshua was ready.

  He sidestepped the attack, his sword flashing in a blur.

  The sound of steel clashing filled the air as their swords met, sparks flying in every direction.

  The leader's brute force was able to contend against Joshua's strength but was no match for the strength and speed of a martial artist who had reached Refined Qi level in [Tri Body Training Manual] and precision from having a strong mind because of Immortal cultivation.

  With a twirl of his wrist, Joshua disarmed the bandit leader, sending his sword flying through the air to clatter on the ground several feet away.

  The bandit leader, now weaponless, stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and fear. He had never thought this young man was such a skilled opponent. The remaining bandits, seeing their leader's fate, grew hesitant.

  Joshua took advantage of the momentary confusion, using his Qi to enhance his strike. His fist connected with the leader's jaw with a resounding crack, sending him sprawling to the ground, unconscious.

  The remaining bandits stared at their fallen leader, their bravado shattered. They looked at each other, and then back at Joshua, who stood there, sword in hand, panting slightly but otherwise calm.

  He knew he had to act fast; they could still regroup and attack.

  With a fierce roar, Joshua charged the nearest bandit, his Qi flaring like a beacon of power.

  The bandit barely had time to react before Joshua's blade sliced through his chest, painting the dusty ground with a crimson arc. The bandit crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

  The sight of their comrade's swift demise sent the remaining four into a frenzied retreat, their survival instincts overwhelming their greed.

  Joshua pursued, his sword dancing in the air as he cut down the fleeing bandits. Each strike was swift and precise, a testament to his unyielding determination. His Qi surged with the thrill of battle, and he could feel his blood singing with power. It was a dance of death, and he was the conductor.

  The bandits were no match for him; their panic-stricken eyes reflected their imminent doom.

  One by one, they fell to his blade, their cries of terror echoing through the barren landscape.

  The sound of clanging steel and grunts of pain filled the air, a stark contrast to the serene silence after their deaths.

  As the battle lulled and the dust settled, the adrenaline that had fueled him began to recede.

  His hands, once steady and lethal, trembled uncontrollably.

  He looked at the lifeless bodies around him, the weight of his actions pressing down on his conscience.

  He had killed them all, and despite their malicious intentions, the act of taking lives left a bitter taste in his mouth.

  Bending over, his stomach churned as he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the blood-soaked earth. He could feel the bile rise in his throat, a visceral reaction to the violence he had just committed. His knees felt weak, and he had to grip his sword tightly to keep from collapsing.

  The tremor in his hand grew stronger, and he had to consciously force his fingers to relax their death grip on the hilt of his weapon. His breathing was ragged, and his heart pounded in his chest like a drum, a cacophony of guilt and fear.

  He knew that he had no choice but to fight back; it was survival instinct. Yet, the sight of the lifeless bodies around him brought him back to reality.

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  These men, despite their criminal ways, might had families, dreams, and fears like everyone else. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on his shoulders.

  Joshua took a moment to breathe deeply, trying to compose himself. He knew that he couldn't let his emotions control him, not now. He had to be strong, not just for himself but for the people he had sworn to protect. He had to become stronger, not just in body but in spirit, so that he could face the dangers of the world without losing himself to the darkness.

  With a steely resolve, he approached the unconscious bandit leader. He had to know why they had come for him, why they had targeted him specifically. He knew he had the power to extract this information, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

  He closed his eyes, focusing on the swirl of Qi within him, and cast the hypnosis spell he had learned.

  The bandit leader's eyes snapped open, his gaze unnaturally serene as he stared into Joshua's eyes.

  "Why did you attack me?" Joshua demanded.

  "We were sent," the leader murmured, his voice devoid of its previous arrogance. "Someone paid us to find out what you have in your possession, something of great value."

  Joshua's grip on the man's shoulder tightened. "Who?"

  The leader's eyes glazed over, his mind enthralled by the spell. "A man in a black cloak. He spoke of a treasure, something hidden beneath your village that only you could access and that is all."

  Joshua felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. A treasure? Beneath the village? Are they talking about my bunker?

  He searched the bandit leader's pockets, finding a crumpled note with the basic info of him. This wasn't just a random bandit attack. It was orchestrated by someone with knowledge of his identity and status.

  Joshua's mind raced as he tried to piece together the puzzle. Who knew about his bunker and why would they want to find it? The only people who knew about bunker were the Bek Su and me.

  Because he didn't bring generators on his houses on different worlds, he can't install CCTV, the only thing protecting his base was is his 5 inch thick steel doors.

  Luckily they did not dug through the house unto the basement or else they would have broken through the cement and into the basement.

  He continued asking if there is any more info he can get like loot stash away somewhere but this bandits where so poor that they decided to trust the man in a black cloak to rob me.

  He killed the man with shaking hand after he got everything from him. He knows that leaving this bandit leader alive would bring more danger to him than alive, but still shaken him.

  The journey to the city was a blur, his thoughts consumed by the events that had transpired. He had never taken a life before, and the weight of it hung heavily on his soul. The sword felt like a leaden burden at his side, a stark reminder of the violence he had wrought.

  Upon arriving at the city, he made his way to the Wu flying Sparrow Shop where he had previously sold his goods.

  The store employee eyed him warily, noticing the bloodstained blade he offered.

  Without a word, Joshua placed the sword on the counter and the employee's eyes lit up with glint.

  The employee thank him, and quickly handed over a hefty bag of gold coins.

  The weight of the coins did not bring him joy as he expected, instead it felt like a burden, a reminder of the lives he had taken who tried to kill him because of money he possess.

  He left the shop and headed straight to the Tri Body Hall. The hall was bustling with activity, disciples of all ages practicing their moves with vigor.

  Hu Bin noticed his solemn demeanor as he approached. "What brings you here, my disciple?"

  Joshua took a deep breath before speaking, "Master, I need your guidance. I encountered bandits on the road and had to... take lives."

  Hu Bin's eyes narrowed as he studied his disciple's face, the pain and confusion etched deeply.

  "You did what you had to," he said firmly.

  "Do not let the shadows of the past cloud your future. The path of the martial artist is not an easy one, but it is a necessary one."

  Joshua nodded, the words resonating within him. He had never killed before, and the weight of those lives was a heavy burden to bear.

  "I need some time to reflect," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

  "I need a leave from training."

  Hu Bin's gaze softened, understanding the turmoil within his pupil. "Take the time you need," he said. "But do not let it consume you. Your journey is just beginning."

  Joshua also went to the Immortal World and also told to what happen. After elder Yiping knew he also offered some advice to him and left him alone to contemplate.

  He teleported back to Terra, the cold, harsh reality of the battle still etched in his mind.

  He walked through the familiar streets of the city, his thoughts a tumultuous storm. The smell of gunpowder lingered in his nostrils, a grim reminder of the lives he had taken.

  He found solace in the quiet embrace of his house, the stark contrast to the chaos of the backward worlds.

  In his room, surrounded by the comfort of his own world, Joshua sat cross-legged on his bed. He closed his eyes and took deep, slow breaths, trying to find peace amidst the turmoil.

  The silence was broken only by the occasional hum of a distant car or the whisper of the air conditioner. He focused on his breathing, pushing the images of the fight from his mind.

  Days turned into a week as he sat in his room, contemplating the value of life and the path he had chosen. His thoughts were a chaotic maelstrom, swirling around the concept of power, responsibility, and the price of mortality. He had always known that the path of strength was fraught with danger and the possibility of taking lives, but the reality of it was a heavy burden to bear.

  But amidst the storm of contemplation, a spark of resolve began to kindle. He had made a promise to himself to return to the world of Mundo and conquer everything he desired, and this was just a stepping stone on that journey. He knew that to achieve such power, he must be ready to face any challenge, no matter how grim or morally ambiguous. He stood up, the creaks of his floorboards echoing his renewed determination.

  He had killed to protect himself, but he also knew that his desire for power could lead to darker paths.

  He needed to balance his ambition with the wisdom to differentiate between necessity and greed.

  He had taken lives, and it was a burden he would bear, using it as a reminder of the responsibility that came with power.

  With renewed focus, Joshua decided to use his newfound strength and wealth to prepare for his return to the Immortal World.

  He knew that in the cutthroat world of immortal cultivation, every resource and ally counted.

  He bought better weapons and armor, and even invested in a small shop to launder his gold, turning it into goods that could be traded or sold without raising suspicion. His eyes were set to fulfilling his goals.