Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 884: The Encampment
"This person is not one of the Tuwo people!"
"What? Master, how do you know that?"
Han Li’s words were earth-shattering, causing Silver Moon to jump in surprise.
"Take a look at this," Han Li suddenly reached out his hand and lightly grabbed at the void. Instantly, a cluster of azure light appeared, transforming into an image resembling a jade pendant. Several ancient characters were carved on it.
"This is ancient Great Jin script," Silver Moon exclaimed again.
"Actually, if I hadn’t intervened earlier, this person probably wouldn’t have been in trouble. This item is a jade pendant carried by Fengyue. It’s a top-tier magical artifact that automatically emits waves of spiritual energy whenever that demonic bird approaches, providing a protective effect. Although he hid it discreetly at his waist, wearing only a simple cloth shirt, how could my spiritual eye fail to see it clearly? These Great Jin characters—you recognize them, right? Judging by these words, this man is most likely from one of the so-called noble families of Great Jin," Han Li said calmly.
"Exactly. The title 'Ningzhong Feng' is indeed a style favored by Great Jin’s noble clans, according to the historical records. It seems this Feng fellow is 'Feng Dao You'. But where exactly is Ningzhong? Is it Ningchuan Commandery among Great Jin’s Thirty-Six Commanderies? Or Xining Prefecture among the One Hundred and Eight Provinces? Or perhaps just an ordinary city with the character 'Ning' in its name?" Silver Moon pondered aloud.
Because Han Li had prepared for his trip to Great Jin by gathering many books on its customs and geography, and Silver Moon had read many of these as well, he found nothing strange in her casual words.
"No matter which noble family this person belongs to, someone showing up alone on the Tianlan Prairie is a sign of trouble. It’s best to avoid close contact. What we need to do now is find a way to leave the prairie and then figure out how to dispel the deadly aura on him." After saying this, Han Li closed his eyes expressionlessly.
"That makes sense! For someone at the early foundation establishment stage to have a self-protecting artifact like that, he must be an important figure in the Feng family. But now, hidden among a small tribe’s tribute caravan, he’s certainly in deep trouble," Silver Moon chuckled softly, nodding in agreement.
After that, she fell silent, and the carriage returned to quiet.
Outside, a few young men finally shattered two large blocks of ice with heavy hammers, then proceeded to skin and debone the three ape vultures. They handed Han Li the six most precious claws and a dozen long feathers.
The rest was divided without ceremony between the two tribes.
Of course, since Han Li was the immortal master invited by the Canglu Tribe, they took the lion's share. The burly men with the surname Ba didn’t get much, but as it was an unexpected gain and no one was killed or injured in the demonic bird attack, they were naturally pleased.
In a tightly sealed carriage of the Red Wolf Tribe, the man in the blue robe, who seemed to find wearing his cloak inconvenient, had taken it off, revealing a fair-skinned face.
Apart from slightly thin lips, he could be considered handsome and upright.
At this moment, his expression was dark and silent.
Suddenly, he reached one hand to his neck and pulled out a golden chain. Attached to one end was a silver-white key.
The key was about as thick as a finger and several inches long, engraved with mysterious ancient patterns. On its oval handle was a golden character: "Feng" (Wind).
Staring at the key, Fengyue’s eyes showed a strange look, his expression fluctuating between excitement and pain before settling into deep gloom.
After a long sigh, he carefully put the key away, hanging it back around his neck like a necklace.
Ensuring no one could see it, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, restoring the spiritual power he had just expended.
Shortly after the ape vulture remains were cleared away outside, the caravan resumed its journey.