Free Web NovelChapter 1139: Chapter 357: Yunyun (Additional Chapter for the Alliance Hierarch to Make up Numbers in the Human World!)
Da Mu Princess Helian Yunyun displayed a bend in courtesy, her smile blooming like flowers, warm and approachable.
But Zhao Rucheng merely nodded, saying, "Princess Yun."
He refused to address her more intimately, intentionally keeping his distance. Helian Yunyun still smiled cheerily, seemingly not minding.
"Do you like the grasslands?" she asked again.
"It’s the same wherever I am," Zhao Rucheng said.
"It’s not the same now!" Helian Yunyun laughed.
Zhao Rucheng: ...
He was no greenhorn. When they talked about the "Maple Forest Five Heroes," they too were once eminent figures in Fenglin City. Yet amongst them, only Fang Pengju was somewhat sensitive to the minds of women; the rest were dull, simple, or aloof. However, Fang Pengju was more passionate about his so-called "future" and rarely distracted.
In terms of dallying with women and stirring romance, all four combined could not compare to Zhao himself.
But, firstly, he really wasn’t in the mood right now, and secondly... he truly did not want to die.
And if he had to die, he wouldn’t want such a brutal death as "offending Emperor Mu"...
The woman before him was not someone to mess with.
He could only play the role of the mature Ling He, poised and dignified, and learn from Du Yehu to be insensitive to romance. fгeewebnovёl.com
Helian Yunyun turned her head, looking earnestly ahead: "Ru Cheng, you must have been to many places."
"Not really that many," Zhao Rucheng said. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
"You have a unique air about you; you are a man with stories."
"What stories? Just accidents."
"What sort of accidents? Why not share some?"
"Better not, they’re just boring affairs, tedious to talk about."
"Then let me tell you some interesting things!"
"I am all ears."
Thus, the two carried on with their sporadic conversation.
Yet Helian Yunyun’s mount, that speckled grey horse, suddenly pressed its head against the blue-maned horse’s head, rubbing affectionately.
The blue-maned horse turned its head, trying to dodge, but with the grey’s loud snort, it instantly submitted, continuing to trot with its head stiff as if frozen in place, passively accepting the affection...
After a while, with another snort from the grey, the blue-maned horse rubbed back...
Yuwen Ze’s horse prepared for Zhao Rucheng was naturally of good stock, but compared to Helian Yunyun’s mount, it was completely out of its league and was obediently disciplined.
The two horses became affectionate towards each other while walking, nuzzling and brushing their heads together. Their riders inevitably felt a bit awkward.
But Helian Yunyun laughed radiantly, as if completely unaware.
Zhao Rucheng, wearing his bronze mask, stayed silent as well...
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At the forefront of the entire troop, encircled by the wolf riders, was a large cart pulled by white yaks.
Cang Ming, revered as the "Present World Divine Envoy," was seated in this cart.
Many herders on the grasslands saw him as a deity, worshiping him in their homes, praying to him in times of disaster.
He wandered alone through the grasslands, bringing countless people to life.
White Wind, beast tides, horse bandits... During many dangerous moments, his figure stood alone against the challenges.
His reputation for benevolence spread throughout the grasslands, sung by the herders.
Yet, he remained a mystery.
Very few had seen his true face.
Or rather, few who had seen it could remember...
Also sitting in the cart with Cang Ming was the Golden Crown Priest Namo Duo.
This priest, who only made an appearance at the start of the journey, was surely praying for this expedition and bestowing blessings upon the Da Mu Empire.
The concrete affairs of the expeditionary troop were managed by the captain of the Divine Temple’s cavalry that accompanied them.
The priest’s duty was solely to serve the deity.
Shifting the gaze further back, amidst the middle of the expeditionary troop, was a thin figure riding a short-legged horse.
He really could not be considered strong and appeared even more frail next to the tall and muscular Divine Temple knights.
His horse seemed ordinary, yet amidst the circling giant wolves, it moved with ease and light cheerfulness, tapping happily forward.
He himself wore an expressionless face, silent and uncommunicative.
If one observed carefully, they would notice that the giant wolves, ridden by the surrounding Cangtu Divine Cavalry, occasionally looked at him with a closeness in their eyes, completely devoid of ferocity.
This inner sense of kinship was likely one of the reasons his short-legged horse could remain so composed.
He hailed from the Royal Tent Cavalry and was named Na Liang.
Once, the Empress graciously referred to him as "Wolf Child."
Because he was abandoned on the plains as a baby, it was a she-wolf that nursed him.
He lived among the wolf pack all his life and thought himself a wolf.
Until... he encountered humans.
The first herdsman to meet him had the surname Na. So he took the surname Na. The character ’Liang,’ meaning good/nice, was a part he chose for himself after he learned to read; it’s a section of the character for wolf.
He was the one from Mugu who had entered the battle at the Yellow River Gathering, representing the External Building Environment.
In the final martial competition before the royal tent, if not for the protection of a powerful person, he nearly tore his opponent to shreds.
At the end of the departing troops, a contender from Mugu’s Inner Mansion Realm, a Real Blood Brother of the Jin Family named Jinge, rode a warhorse clad in armor, amid the wolf cavalry.
He glanced at the grand chariot at the very front of the procession, his displeasure barely concealed.
The white yak, in legends, was the third incarnation of the mount of the God of Cangtu, endowed with sacred significance.
Jinge, as a Real Blood Brother from the prominent Jin Family of the Da Mu, could not even sit in that grand chariot. Meanwhile, Cang Ming, without showing his face, was receiving much more praise and glory than him.
Moreover, the indifferent coldness from the surrounding Divine Temple Knights was quite irritating to him.
On the boundless prairies, the Royal Tent Cavalry only ever gathered around the royal court, serving their monarch. Rarely did they battle; their fame was not pronounced.
Among the top ten cavalry of the world, only the Cangtu Divine Cavalry and the Iron Cavalry were included.
Though the Cangtu Divine Cavalry was ranked first, the sixth-ranked Iron Cavalry was not very convinced.
There was intense rivalry between the two, and it could be said that they were competing in every aspect.
Having the capacity to compete with "Knights of the God Kingdom" in a land blessed by the radiance of the God of Cangtu was itself enough to speak of the Iron Cavalry’s strength.
Of course, the Iron Cavalry also believed in the God of Cangtu, just not as "orthodoxly" as the Cangtu Divine Cavalry.
In any event, under such long-standing competition,
Jinge, who hailed from the Iron Cavalry and whose father was the head of the Iron Cavalry, inevitably found little favor with the Cangtu Divine Cavalry.
The more Jinge advanced towards the front, the more uneasy he felt. He couldn’t squeeze into the Golden Crown Priest’s grand chariot, and Na Liang, a man of humble origins and not much for words, meant he had no one to even talk to.
The proud chins of the accompanying Cangtu Divine Cavalry seemed to be tilting towards the Heavens; they might as well have "Iron Cavalry is inferior" written across their faces.
He couldn’t afford to lose his temper. The Divine Temple Knights didn’t even give him a glance, so he couldn’t say he’d been provoked.
What’s more important was that even if he did lose his temper, with a Golden Crown Priest and a "Present World Divine Envoy" present, either of them could make it so that he had nowhere to turn.
So, he simply pulled the reins, turned his horse around, and moved towards the onlooking troops at the back.
Instead of being frustrated here, it was better to go talk to Princess Yun, to strengthen the relationship.
What the hell kind of army is this!
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(A digression.
If I were to write from dawn to dusk, sitting in front of a computer for ten hours, using all my strength to write, but all I can make you guys feel is that it’s "filler".
Then I think you really don’t need to read my books.
I’m not being petulant or talking nonsense.
I’ve really been doing my best to write, and the plot progression is under my control, moving along methodically.
A Yellow River Gathering, how many new and old characters need to appear?
These prodigies, and even their families, forces, and nations behind them.
Their sprawling connections have enough impact to affect the entire Red Heart world. You could say every prodigy is at a key juncture.
Am I not painting a good picture now?
Look back and see how many people, how many powers have newly appeared in these few days. Which one isn’t clearly portrayed? In the midst of plotting that is as interesting as possible, how many settings have been quietly introduced, isn’t everyone’s understanding of this world growing?
With the utmost sincerity, I’ve written these words, presenting the best parts, the finest moments I can offer.
If you still look down on it, then it truly means there’s no fate between us. It seems there’s no need to force it.
There are encounters even in landscapes, so let us say a cordial "See you again."
Let’s not bear grudges against each other.
Maybe after a year or two, if I am still writing, it’ll definitely be better. Perhaps by then, we can have the destiny to meet again.
Also, since everyone here has come together by fate, I’ll give you a "dehydrated version" to not keep you wondering.
[The Yellow River Gathering began at the Guanhe Platform, where the prodigies of various nations fought brilliantly, and then, went back home.]
I’m not affected, but I feel that some readers might be.
So I’m saying all this.
If these readers could calm down and read bit by bit, I believe that these recent Chapters are each worth the read.
I’m even less willing than you are for the Yellow River Gathering to be a disappointment.
May everyone be happy.
Good night.)
