Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 223 Yang Wuji: My injuries have healed
Sun Yanwan had previously infiltrated the Fierce Horse Cavalry, but she could only stay temporarily. If she stayed for too long, she would definitely be exposed. With this small tribe as a cover, she would not be easily discovered.

The Northern Yan royal court consistently treated these small tribes on the grasslands with the same indifference, summoning them at will and dismissing them at will, regarding them like livestock, and never allowing them to approach the camp.

Sun Yanwan and Xiximuli disguised themselves by mixing honey with wood ash and sticking it on their faces. The fierce horse riders who came to inquire about the situation every day either scolded them or forced them to bring food, and did not care about the situation of this small tribe.

With her skillful maneuvering, Sun Yanwan gradually became familiar with the fierce horse riders who came to inquire every day, and also learned some information about the caravan.

The wedding preparations cannot be delayed. Giatanna's search for Sun Yanwan, which had been suspended for more than ten days, has reached its limit and is about to begin again.

The little princess of Northern Yan has issued a reward: whoever can take Sun Yanwan's head will be rewarded with a pasture and five thousand slaves. Now, countless warriors are flocking to the grasslands.

Sun Yanwan felt anxious, thinking to herself, "How could I possibly stay and search for myself?"

"We still have to follow them and assassinate that little prince."

"Unfortunately, Giatanna came looking for me several times, but Narenzhaya simply refused to leave. With such a grandmaster guarding the place, there was no way to make a move!"

Two days later, the valiant horseman never returned, and Sun Yanwan immediately knew that Giatanna's caravan had set off. He promptly selected twenty men from the small tribe. The main purpose of these twenty men was to conceal his and Xiximuli's identities, take away all the horses from the tribe, and leave behind all the wealth they had obtained from killing the valiant horseman and the experts from Northern Yan on the grasslands during this period.

As for what will happen to this small tribe in the future, we can only leave it to fate. He has done what he could, and he has no heart to care about the rest.

Sun Yanwan gave chase and soon caught up with the wedding procession, but the procession was constantly surrounded by mounted guards who wouldn't allow them to get close.

The good news is that no one suspected anything; they simply assumed they were tribal vultures from nearby that wanted to scavenge for trash.

Such a large caravan consumed a great deal of resources every day and discarded many things. These things were already trash to the royal nobles, but they were very precious to the small tribes on the grassland.

The scouts escorting the caravan had seen it all before. As long as the vultures from these small tribes didn't get too close, they didn't bother with them. If they did get close, they would beat them up or even kill them without a second thought.

Although Sun Yanwan didn't want to rob these things—he was from Dalang and didn't have the habit of picking up trash—he soon realized that he had no choice but to rob them, because his team had no supplies and had to grit his teeth and become vultures on the grasslands.

After several clashes with the vultures of the nearby tribe who came to scavenge for garbage, he actually gained a little fame. He and Xiximuli were known as the "Black Wind Duo"!
He was called the "Skinny Demon," while Xiximuli was called the "Fat Demon."

These nicknames were very unlucky. Sun Yanwan tried to correct them several times during conflicts, and even gave herself and Xiximuli a pair of very imposing names, called Swift Wolf and Mad Sand Swordsman. But no one accepted them at all. When they saw them, they would call them names randomly, which angered Sun Yanwan so much that she arrested dozens of people and disciplined them to learn how to use nicknames correctly.

Well, it didn't correct the situation; instead, it unexpectedly allowed his small team to quietly expand.

The vast majority of those arrested simply joined Sun Yanwan's group without much thought.

After the team set off, Giatanna asked a few questions at first, but quickly concluded that Sun Yanwan must have already escaped far away, and lost interest in searching for him.

Since the bounty has already been issued, those who want to seize pastures and slaves will continue to roam the grasslands, trying their luck.

The group quickly left the territory of Northern Yan and entered the territory of Southern Xia.

Southern Xia's population, national strength, and economy were weaker than those of Da Lang and Northern Yan, but its territory was extremely vast, and the entire nation was militarized. It had fought hundreds of battles, large and small, with victories and defeats on both sides. When this army entered Southern Xia, Yang Diao'er received the news at Zhoujia Mountain. She was depressed every day, confined to her room, and barely ate anything.

She rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the scenery outside the window, toying with a folding fan in her hand. Just as she was feeling troubled, she heard a gentle voice say, "Diao'er! Why are you still unhappy?"

Yang Diao'er said lazily, "Father, aren't you going into seclusion to recuperate?"

Yang Wuji strolled leisurely into his daughter's room and said with a smile, "My injuries have healed."

Yang Diao'er was startled and exclaimed, "Father, wasn't your injury supposed to take several years to heal? How come it's suddenly healed?"

Yang Wuji, dressed casually in a gray robe, looked very relaxed. He smiled slightly and said, "The Northern Yan Royal Court and Longzang Temple are in great need of a peerless master! So while the wedding procession is still on its way, the Supreme Relic has already been escorted to Zhoujia Mountain by four grandmasters."

With a flick of his wrist, a multicolored bead, resembling agate, appeared before Yang Diao'er.

Yang Diao'er looked incredulous, a hint of joy rising within her, but her eyes quickly dimmed again.

She was happy for her father's recovery, but she also knew that there was no turning back on the marriage arrangement with Bei Yan.

Yang Wuji was also helpless. Although he doted on his daughter, ever since he went to Luojing to challenge the patriarch, he had embarked on a path of no return.

The evil cult needs more territory and more space to survive.

The land near Mount Zhoujia is barren and cannot support the ever-increasing number of believers.

He comforted his daughter with kind words for a while, but seeing that Yang Diao'er was still unhappy, he couldn't help but say, "That young scholar named Sun Yanwan has gone to the grasslands."

Yang Diao'er said listlessly, "What did he go to the grasslands for?"

Yang Wuji couldn't help but smile and said, "He went to ambush the wedding procession and was almost beaten into a pulp by Giatanna."

"Luckily, the Songyang Sect's lightness skill is quite good, and Jiatana is not very good at lightness skill, so this kid managed to slip away."

“Now Giatanna has issued an order to the Northern Yan royal court: kill this brat’s men and reward him with a pasture and five thousand slaves.”

Yang Diao'er was overjoyed when she heard the news, her eyes beaming with happiness. But when she heard that Sun Yanwan had almost been beaten to death by Jiyatana, her face fell again with worry. Knowing that he had escaped, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Yang Wuji said helplessly, "Our Demonic Sect has a blood feud with the Great Lang Dynasty and the Songyang Sect. The two of you can't make it!"

Yang Diao'er's face fell again, and she whispered, "I know!"

Just as Yang Wuji was about to leave, he saw his daughter's fan, reached out and took it, channeled his inner energy, and turned it into dust. He flicked his wrist, sending the fragments out the window, and said indifferently, "Forget about him!"

(End of this chapter)