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Chapter 442 Internal Response
The horse snorted and shook its head, its long mane sending sprays of water into the air, landing on An Xuan's bare upper body, before rolling off his bronze-colored, strong muscles and into the stream.

After washing the horse clean and patting its rump, the horse waddled to the shore and nudged the pile of clothes that An Xuan had left there. Usually, An Xuan would take out handfuls of beans from the pile and feed it to the horse, but today it wanted to fend for itself.

After rooting around for a while, the horse didn't find any beans, but a few pieces of jerky fell out. The horse wasn't picky and picked them up and started chewing.

An Xuan took the helmet and scooped water to pour over his head. April had just begun. In the south, the spring flowers were almost over, but for the north, spring was just beginning!

In the past two years, An Xuan has led his tribe to start learning how to farm.

Regardless of the outcome, it would be some kind of compensation. Moreover, An Xuan harbored another thought: someone had promised him that one day in the future, a large piece of fertile land around Yandu would be allocated to them so they could live there.

He had seen and walked through those places.

They are all top-quality farmland.

We can't wait until that day to start teaching our tribe how to farm, can we?

This year is the time for spring plowing, but war is about to break out.

Only the elderly, women, and children remained in the house. It was easy to imagine that if they won the battle, they could eat the enemy, but if they lost, there would be starvation everywhere.

And this time, we're destined to lose.

But what does it have to do with me?

Because I believe I will be the winner this time.

He looked up at the distant Zhebe flag fluttering at the edge of his vision, his eyes revealing a deep sense of resentment.

They are pioneers every time.

He tackled all the difficult and challenging problems.

However, the supplies and resources they received were several levels lower than those of Jebe's direct subordinates.

Caravans from the south were all firmly controlled by Jebe. Even when exchanging for daily necessities, Jebe's confidants would rip them off.

The tribe's young and strong members are decreasing year by year, its strength is getting weaker and weaker, and fewer and fewer children are being born. If this continues, the tribe will eventually disappear.

You are unkind and I am unjust.

If Jebe had always treated An Xuan well, An Xuan might have hesitated, but now, he even hoped that this battle would come sooner.

This time, he was naturally at the forefront again.

The first opponent they faced was Ren Duozhong's southern camp.

The Southern Camp has 20,000 troops, mainly cavalry and supplemented by infantry. As the backbone of the Rendo family, their combat strength is naturally not bad, but it also depends on who they are compared to.

At least An Xuan wouldn't take them seriously.

When the barbarians marched south, it took even Indra and Jebe several years to defeat them. Compared to Indra and Jebe, Rendo Chung was not even in the same league.

Moreover, this battle emphasizes a rapid assault, aiming to eliminate Ren Duozhong's southern camp with lightning speed.

They have been secretly marching for more than ten days, taking many detours, and have been operating within the Tiele-controlled area in order to keep the army's movements secret. Thousands of scouts are scattered around the area, and anyone they see, no matter who they are, is to be killed without mercy.

Three more days at most!
This is An Xuan's judgment.

Because he had a map. And the provider of this map was the Zhi Qiu Yuan of the Beiting Protectorate.

The map's level of detail amazed An Xuan; in comparison, the map provided to him by the Tiele was utterly worthless.

It's hard to imagine how the Beiting Protectorate could have drawn up such a detailed map within enemy-occupied territory.

After washing himself clean and refreshed, he climbed out of the ditch, put on his clothes, sat cross-legged on the ground, took a deep breath, and felt the powerful true energy flowing through his body from his dantian. In an instant, he felt as if he were floating on air.

Three years ago, his battle with Li Dachui left him with a deep-seated trauma.

Even though we're both at the ninth rank of the Profound Origin Realm, why can't we win?
Moreover, he was later forced to ingest poison given to him by the other party.

Calling it poison isn't entirely accurate. Just as Li Dachui told him when he gave it to him, it was poison, but also a tonic that greatly benefited his cultivation, allowing his true strength to increase rapidly. An Xuan had fully experienced this over the past few years.

Especially this year, when Jebe sparred with others, he was no longer a match for him.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Jebe is more wary of himself and thus exploits his own tribe even more!
In the North, force reigns supreme.

The one with the strongest fist will naturally receive more attention.

This medicine is indeed very nourishing, but you have to take it continuously. If you stop taking it, problems will arise. And ultimately, if you don't get a proper solution, this internal energy will overwhelm you.

An Xuan didn't want to end up like a sheep bladder that explodes into foam.

Once I get the final solution from Li Dachui, not only will my future troubles be eliminated, but I will also have the opportunity to challenge my innate potential.

Whether it succeeds or not, at least there is hope.

He exhaled, and with a "pop," a fist-sized rock in the stream ahead shattered into pieces underwater. An Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the distance. An Xuan turned his head and saw a rider galloping towards him. When the rider reached An Xuan's vicinity, he dismounted and quickly approached.

"General An Xuan, we meet again!" The newcomer smiled, cupped his hands in greeting, and plopped down opposite him.

This person is Xiang Jun, a high-ranking official in the Beiting Protectorate. After An Xuan was subdued by Li Dachui, he was responsible for maintaining one-way communication with An Xuan.

As he spoke, he took out a box from his pocket and handed it to An Xuan.

An Xuan took the box with a puzzled look in his eyes, opened it, and found eight small square compartments containing eight pills of different colors, each marked with a serial number.

He looked up at Xiang Jun.

"This is the solution to your internal energy problem!" Xiang Jun said with a smile. "It was personally made by Physician Fu Qingzhu. To ensure that you can resolve all the problems in your body without any lingering issues, one dose per day according to the serial number."

"Why are you giving it to me now?" An Xuan asked, fiddling with the box.

"Governor Xiao said, 'Use people without suspicion, and don't use those you suspect.' He also believes that General An will make the right choice for the future of his tribe. We hope to become partners who trust and help each other, not allies who are suspicious of each other and dare not entrust their responsibilities to us, because we still have a long road ahead of us! Giving General An this opportunity is also giving him a chance to choose. General An still has a chance to regret it!" Xiang Jun said.

An Xuan laughed loudly: "Is Protector Xiao trying to put me in a difficult position? But Protector Xiao is indeed Protector Xiao. Although she is a woman, she is more capable than 99% of the men in this world. I admire her. Tell Protector Xiao that of course I want to be a comrade-in-arms and a partner! However, I would like to ask Protector Xiao not to forget the promise she made to give me the tribal land!"

"Of course, we in Beiting never go back on our promises! And of course, once you become citizens of Beiting, you will also have to abide by Beiting's rules!" Xiang Jun said with a smile, "We will treat everyone equally, there will be no preferential treatment!"

"What we hope for is equal treatment for everyone!" An Xuan said with a loud laugh.

(End of this chapter)