Free Web NovelChapter 511: Chapter 511: Lesson
Zhang Yuan didn’t care in the slightest about not being able to find Bazhad.
He was merely acting on a whim, and even coming to Nacuoda was a spur-of-the-moment decision, so it didn’t really matter to him.
"Let go of me!"
Just as Zhang Yuan was about to return to the camp, a familiar voice suddenly caught his ear.
Outside Nacuoda City, countless prairie herders had gathered, hustling and bustling, making it extremely lively. With various noises filling the air, if not for Zhang Yuan’s exceptionally sharp senses, he really wouldn’t have been able to distinguish the voice.
His heart stirred, and he immediately used his body technique to weave through the crowd, heading toward the direction from which the voice came.
Despite the numerous obstacles and pedestrians in his path, when Zhang Yuan executed "Carefree Travel," his steps became nimble and elusive. His figure slipped through the gaps in the crowd like an eel, as swift as a deceitful charm.
A moment later, Zhang Yuan spotted the source of the voice.
Amu Guren!
The little guy was lifted by a brawny, bald Martial Artist, his little face flushed red as he struggled fiercely, shouting loudly, "Let go of my sister!"
And Amu Guren’s sister, Asiya, was also being held by another Martial Artist.
The little girl was obviously terrified, her big eyes brimming with crystal-clear tears, continuously calling out, "Brother, brother!"
In front of the two Martial Artists was a luxuriously decorated carriage, on which sat a chubby young boy of about ten, clutching a greasy drumstick in one hand and playing with a delicate dagger in the other.
The chubby boy in the brocade robe, his ears flapping, chuckled while gnawing on the drumstick, "Such a fine dagger can only belong to our nobility. You two peasants must have stolen it!"
His eyes squinted as they fell on Asiya, "This little girl is nice, take her back to be a little bed-warming slave!"
The Martial Artist holding Asiya laughed, "Young master is merciful, it’s her blessing and fortune!"
Amu Guren, furious to the extreme, turned his head and opened his mouth to try to bite the hand of the bald Martial Artist.
In response, he received a slap across the face.
Blood flowed from his nose and mouth.
Asiya cried, "No, don’t hit my brother!"
Although many herders around saw this scene, many showed looks of disapproval, yet no one stepped forward to help.
After all, the chubby boy sitting on the carriage was a noble descendant of the tribe.
Having just arrived, Zhang Yuan immediately understood the situation.
It was apparent that Amu Guren and Asiya had sneaked out to play, and the Mandarin Duck Dagger they carried had piqued the interest of the noble youth, who then found an excuse to forcibly take it.
The twin siblings clearly did not yet understand the treachery of the human heart!
Of course, Zhang Yuan wouldn’t stand by idly either.
The Martial Artist holding Asiya was just about to put the little girl onto the carriage when he suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Before he could react, a hand suddenly clamped onto the back of his neck.
He was lifted off the ground!
A series of gasps echoed around.
Whoosh!
The next moment, the Martial Artist was thrown heavily to the ground.
Asiya, who had been in his grasp, fell into Zhang Yuan’s arms.
"Master!"
Seeing that Zhang Yuan had rescued her, Asiya burst into tears, "Save my brother!"
Zhang Yuan nodded, holding the little girl, and said to the bald Martial Artist who was as if facing a great enemy, "Put him down, and let’s call it even."
Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to resort to violence in the sacred land of the Hulan Tribe.
Like the Warrior Leader who had attempted to misappropriate the token earlier, or the guy Zhang Yuan had just thrown to the ground.
Although the other party seemed extremely embarrassed, he wasn’t actually injured.
"Who do you think you are!"
Before the bald Martial Artist could respond, the chubby boy on the carriage flew into a rage, shouting, "Kuoda, kill him!" freēwebnovel.com
However, the bald Martial Artist remained silent.
The tribal warrior was enduring pressure that others couldn’t comprehend.
When Zhang Yuan’s gaze fell upon him, it felt as if he was being watched by a terrifying fierce beast.
Immense fear welled up from the depths of his heart, sweeping through his entire body in an instant, utterly uncontrollable.
Sweat droplets seeped from the bald Martial Artist’s forehead.
His instincts told him.
If Zhang Yuan attacked, he would surely die!
The feeling of inevitable death, something the bald Martial Artist had only experienced twice in his life.
This time was even more terrifying than the first!
It confirmed to the bald Martial Artist that Zhang Yuan was an incredibly powerful Martial Artist.
So powerful that it surpassed his realm of understanding!
Thus, no matter how much his young master cursed and shouted, the bald Martial Artist made no move that would cause Zhang Yuan to misunderstand.
He even slowly set Amu Guren down.
Amu Guren hesitated for a moment, then dashed toward Zhang Yuan, throwing himself into his arms.
Reuniting with Asiya.
Zhang Yuan set Asiya down as well, his gaze shifting to the enraged chubby boy.
Perhaps it was due to his overly intimidating gaze, causing the Martial Artists guarding the carriage to grow extremely nervous.
They all drew their curved sabers, trying to bolster their courage with weapons.
The scene suddenly became very quiet.
The chubby boy’s cursing came to an abrupt end.
He felt similar to the bald Martial Artist, but without the latter’s spirit and will, he wet himself on the spot.
The Mandarin Duck Dagger in his hand suddenly fell.
At that moment, Zhang Yuan reached out from afar.
He actually grabbed the dagger effortlessly from mid-air.
This scene caused many of the surrounding herders to gasp collectively.
To them, this was practically a divine skill!
Zhang Yuan returned the dagger to Amu Guren, calmly saying, "If you don’t have the ability to protect your treasure, don’t let others see it."
Amu Guren, full of shame, hung his head low.
Although he was only five, prairie children generally matured early, and he understood much of what had happened.
After this unexpected incident, the little guy would only grow faster!
"Let’s go."
Zhang Yuan no longer paid attention to the trembling chubby boy, turning and leaving with Amu Guren and Asiya.
The surrounding herders respectfully made way, each showing an expression of awe and fear.
When Zhang Yuan returned to the camp, he found Zamuhu and his family searching nearby for the children.
Seeing Zhang Yuan return with the siblings, the prairie man let out a huge sigh of relief, glared angrily at Amu Guren, and his hand holding a whip twitched with temptation.
He had specifically instructed earlier, telling the two children to stay at the camp and not wander off.
But when he turned around, they had disappeared.
Amu Guren hung his head, ready to face punishment.
"Brother Zamuhu."
Zhang Yuan said to Zamuhu, "I think you should leave Nacuoda, right now!"
