Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 222 What is chivalry? It is the human heart.

Xiximuli said, "They are kept by humans, so they will not refuse to be fed by humans. It's a pity that I don't have any poison on me. Otherwise, if I catch a few wild animals and poison them, I can definitely kill this eagle."

Sun Yanwan cried out, "I have poison."

He actually did have some poison. Back when he was on a sect mission with Zhang Ji and the others, they encountered assassins from the Azure Dragon Tower. Sun Yanwan obtained the poison from one of the assassins, and thinking it might be useful, he brought a little with him on this trip. He never expected it would actually come in handy.

Both Xiximuli and Sun Yanwan were highly skilled in martial arts. They split up and quickly captured more than ten small animals. After feeding them poison, they released the animals before the poison took effect.

The two looked up at the sky and felt somewhat disappointed to see that the eagle remained unmoved.

But suddenly, the eagle swooped down from the sky, caught its prey in no time, and soared back up into the sky.

The two men immediately became excited, gave each other a high five, dismounted, and each slashed their mounts in the rump, causing them to run wildly in pain. The two men then used their lightness skills to escape in another direction.

Two hours later, Sun Yanwan and Xiximuli finally shook off their pursuers. The two hid in a pit, looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

At this moment, Fan Najia Er looked at his beloved eagle, which had fallen to his feet, struggled a few times, foamed at the mouth, and died on the spot. He roared angrily to the sky and shouted, "Sun Yanwan, I will kill you!"

As Xiximuli and Sun Yanwan were sneaking around, they suddenly burst into tears.

Sun Yanwan asked, "Old Xi, what's wrong? Your mental fortitude isn't good! Why are you crying?"

Xiximuli cried, “You have no idea, when that woman, who was worth a city, threw jewelry at you, I followed behind and picked up many pieces. Each piece was a priceless treasure. If I had brought them back to Boshi, each one would have been worth immeasurably. But I was captured alive by those damned Northern Yan people, and all my jewelry was taken away. My treasures!”

“I am irreconcilably opposed to the Northern Yan people. Sun Yanwan, you don’t need to persuade me anymore. I will not leave until I get my treasure back.”

This was the first time Sun Yanwan had been rendered speechless by Xiximuli.

He was still thinking about how to persuade this merchant to stay with him. This was a difficult task. After all, no matter how clever the deception, it still had to have some logic. With Narentaya and Jiyatana in charge, as well as several innate masters, not to mention the elite cavalry of the Fierce Horse Cavalry, the best on the grasslands, assassinating that little prince was practically a hellish task. Xiximuli was no fool!

However, he seriously underestimated the merchants' obsession with wealth.

Sissimuri had long considered Giatanna's jewelry as his own, and was determined not to give it up.

Sun Yanwan patted Xiximuli on the shoulder and said, "I'll go with you."

Xiximuli was deeply moved and hugged Sun Yanwan, bursting into tears. He was heartbroken over the loss of those jewels and grateful to have such a good friend.

The two quickly found a convenient hiding place. Sun Yanwan took out some dried meat and naan bread, along with a water bag, and handed them to Xiximuli. The Northern Yan people were traveling far and wide, and this was all the food they had. Although it wasn't very tasty, they had to make do. Xiximuli was extremely hungry, so she ate the meat and bread in large mouthfuls and drank a lot of water. After she was full, she said, "I need a new set of clothes and a weapon."

As if by magic, Sun Yanwan handed him a package containing a set of relatively clean armor that had been taken from a spirited horse rider, along with her saber.

Xiximuli's clothes were tattered and worn. Although he had profound internal strength and could resist the cold, the nights on the grassland were too cold, and it would be very difficult to endure without his fur robe.

Xiximuli took the armor, immediately took off his tattered robe, put it on, and then put on his saber. He looked refreshed and said, "I have a plan."

"While I was wandering around the area, I discovered a small tribe with only a few hundred people. With our martial arts skills, subduing this small tribe would be a piece of cake." "This caravan is so large, and its daily needs are enormous. Sooner or later, it will have to go to the small tribe to ask for food. We can poison the food."

Sun Yanwan said embarrassedly, "I only brought that little bit of poison, I'm afraid I won't be able to poison anyone."

He actually still had some on him, but he thought that no matter how he poisoned them, he couldn't kill everyone. As long as someone from this caravan survived, they would definitely go back and slaughter that small tribe.

Sun Yanwan would never do such a thing.

Xiximuli sighed and said, "Let's subdue that small tribe first, and then see if there are any other opportunities."

Sun Yanwan nodded. He and Xiximuli did not rest any longer. After cleaning up all the traces, they quickly moved away.

Recently, more and more people have been searching for them. Sun Yanwan guessed that it must be because Giatanna had transferred warriors from nearby tribes to increase manpower.

Sun Yanwan had also considered whether to simply flee far away, since with his martial arts skills and wisdom, capturing him alive on the vast grasslands would be no easy task.

However, when he thought about how Yang Wuji would regain his martial arts skills after obtaining the Supreme Relic, he realized that Yang Wuji was able to do so.

How terrifying is a top-tier expert?
He didn't know it, but almost everyone around him instilled in him the idea that the ultimate master was invincible and that a grandmaster could control the world.

Sun Yanwan gradually accepted the rules of this martial arts world.

Once Yang Wuji recovers from his injuries, the person he will most want to kill will definitely be his master, Zhang Yuanqiao.

Sun Yanwan arrived in this world, and his master treated him well, his senior brother was also very kind to him, and the elders and fellow disciples of the Songyang Sect were all good to him as well...

He has reasons why he cannot back down.

If he were to leave now, by the time he returned to Dalang to report the news, Yang Wuji would likely have already recovered his martial arts and stormed Mount Songyang.

Sun Yanwan and Xiximuli quickly found the small tribe. Sun Yanwan took the Three Souls Double-Edged Sword off her back and thought to herself, "I never thought that I would suddenly have something I had to do, even if it meant risking my life."

"When I came into this world, my master's Taiyi Temple felt like my home."

“On Songyang Mountain, it’s like my hometown village, or a small county town. There are familiar faces everywhere. Everyone greets you with a smile.”

"I have received martial arts instruction from my master and guidance from my senior uncle. It is time for me to repay him."

Sun Yanwan didn't know if this counted as chivalry, but he knew it was—human nature!
Sun Yanwan and Xiximuli rushed into the small tribe, and half an hour later, they became the masters of the tribe and changed into the tribe's clothes.

Xiximuli readily accepted the two very ugly women, while Sun Yanwan firmly rejected the most beautiful widow in the tribe.

As the two had anticipated, a day later, the Northern Yan royal court sent people over, demanding not only food but also all the men in their tribe to search for a Da Lang man named Sun Yanwan and a fat man named Bo Shi whose name was unknown on the grasslands.

(End of this chapter)