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The old strategist who had previously questioned the matter was now speechless, his expression shifting.

Hunxie King and Xiutu King exchanged glances.

Yi Zhixie took in everyone's reactions.

"Now, does anyone still believe that those were counterfeits that Han Chinese could easily forge?"

"If it were truly a fake, why would the Han people go to such great lengths, deploying troops as a threat, allowing our people to approach and view it, and even revealing these miraculous aspects?"

Another nobleman from the Right Wise King's tribe said in a muffled voice.

"Even if it's real, the Han people holding it is like holding our entire tribe by the throat! This is an insult we can't swallow! Great Chanyu, besides the exorbitant price they've demanded, is there really no other way?"

The nobleman shared some of his thoughts.

"For example...finding someone powerful within the Han Dynasty to make a private deal? Or using something else; I've heard that the Han emperors have always been very interested in news from the Western Regions..."

Yi Zhi shook her head.

"The Han emperor demanded warhorses, mares, rare furs, gold dust... and would not accept any other conditions."

A suppressed gasp and a buzz of discussion immediately filled the tent.

Many tribal leaders turned pale.

What a bunch of damn robbers!

wrong!

They're even more ruthless than robbers!

"Chanyu!"

Hunxie Wang could no longer sit still and immediately stood up.

"The Han people are cunning. The appearance of this item is suspicious, and the price they are asking for is so high. I'm afraid they are not just after money."

"If we gather the strength of our entire clan and the Han people still refuse to return the goods, or even propose other terms, what can we do? Isn't this exactly what the Han people want, hoping to deplete our resources?"

These words voiced the doubts of many, and the discussions inside the tent grew even louder.

King Xiutu chimed in.

"Furthermore, the sacred object has been in the hands of the Han people for some time. Has it been desecrated? Even if it is brought back, will its divine power remain? These are all things we need to consider."

Yizhixie Chanyu's face darkened, and he sighed.

"How could I, the Chanyu, not know your concerns?"

He then changed the subject.

"However, the sacred artifact concerns the fate of our race; even if it's a trap, we must take it!"

"Are we to sit idly by and watch the Wolf God dwell forever in Han territory, leaving our Xiongnu people without a spiritual anchor? As for the purification of the rituals and the welcoming back, the matter will be settled then!"

King Xiutu and King Hunxie wanted to say something more, but Yizhixie spoke first.

"The Chanyu knows that in the Battle of Mobei, all tribes suffered losses, and the grasslands are not as fertile as in previous years."

"But this sacred relic concerns the very soul of my Xiongnu people; how can it be measured by mere wealth?!"

"If, due to stinginess with resources, sacred relics are allowed to remain forever in Han territory, and the Wolf God abandons us, how can the Xiongnu have the face to stand under the yurt?"

"What power do we have to reclaim our fertile grasslands and revive our ancestral heritage?!"

He suddenly punched himself in the chest.

"I hereby swear that the royal court of the Luandi clan will be the first to offer its three thousand finest warhorses, five thousand cows, and half of its treasury of gold artifacts! I, the Chanyu, will share this responsibility with you!"

"All departments must gather resources to welcome the sacred relic; this is the King's decree, and all departments must obey!"

"Anyone who dares to shirk responsibility or delay will be punished as a traitor to the tribe!"

"..."

The leaders exchanged glances, and although they were unwilling, they could only pat their chests and bow.

"We are willing to follow the Great Khan to welcome back the sacred artifacts!"

Hunxie Wang returned to his seat and whispered to his trusted confidant beside him.

"It seems that Chanyu is determined to be the hero who brought back the sacred object, even at the cost of emptying the various tribes."

"Our people continue to secretly contact those Western Region merchants to inquire about the possibility of counterfeit or similar products; the price is negotiable."

"Furthermore, have the people sent to the border markets of Han territory sent back any news? Besides their explicit demands, do the Han people have any other 'channels' in private?"

King Xiutu sneered at his confidant on the other side.

"Yizhixie is desperate because of the defeat in Mobei and the rumors. He wants to turn things around with the sacred object."

"He's making us bleed so he can secure his own position. He's making our tribe prepare only the bare minimum and drag things out!"

"At the same time, keep a close eye on the remnants of the Right Wise King's forces and those few small tribes that are making a ruckus, and see if they are up to any secret actions."

"If so, collect evidence. At a crucial moment... it may be used to report to the Chanyu, or for other purposes."

Several nobles from the Right Wise King's tribe gathered together, their faces the most somber.

"Izhekyah is incompetent, has lost his army and territory, and now he wants us to redeem the sacred relics for him? Bah!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Another nobleman glanced at the Chanyu on the platform and whispered.

"You probably already know, right? Not only were our clan's sacred objects unearthed from that ancient altar, but some other valuable items were also discovered there."

"For example, this crystal-clear wolf's eye gemstone..."

As he spoke, the nobleman glanced warily at the indistinct figure of the Chanyu in front of the golden tent in the distance, and lowered his voice even further.

He opened his palm.

The so-called "wolf's eye gem," illuminated by the firelight leaking through the fingers, refracted a strange halo of interwoven dark blue and dark gold within, so pure that it was without a trace of impurity.

"hiss……"

A young nobleman gasped, his eyes fixed on the streak of light.

"This...this also came from the ancient altar? Along with the sacred mountain?"

"good……"

The nobleman nodded, his face filled with resentment.

"But we need to buy it from the Han Chinese!"

The nobleman quickly closed his hands and hid the gemstone in his sleeve.

"Besides this, the Han people have a whole bunch of good stuff! Like the Wolf God's protective charm, fragments of the Holy Mountain..."

"Those despicable Han Chinese!!! Our ancestors' bounty has been turned into a tool for them to amass wealth!"

"A bunch of beasts!"

"Sooner or later we'll seize them all and enslave them!"

A group of nobles cursed from below.

"That being said, the Han emperor has stationed a large number of troops on the border, and for some reason, they seem to be able to see my men even before they get very close!"

"Damn it! They must have stolen something from our ancestors!"

"It's alright... Once we bring the sacred relics back, those things will all be ours!"

Another nobleman sneered.

"Just a bunch of two-legged sheep!"

"They won by luck last time, but once we get the sacred relic back, I'll show them what true cruelty is!"

"Feel the same."

A nobleman licked his lips.

"Han Chinese women are so young!"