Chapter 785, Enemy of the North

Spring has come, the northern grassland can no longer see the snow-covered scene, but rather a vibrant look.

The tender green of the grassland is refreshing, transparent and clear rivers flow from the meadows, meandering and moving.

White clouds hang low in the sky, as if the dome of heaven is also within reach.

But for some reason, on Yan Liuyuan’s way back, he always felt that the sky was also cloudy, and the dark clouds never dissipated.

Until the moment he saw Sister Xiaoyu, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly receded, and the light of the sky went straight to the earth through the dark clouds, and the abyss was also illuminated.

Sister Xiaoyu originally felt as if the other party had changed when she saw Yan Liuyuan, but when the other party saw her, she immediately changed back.

To Yan Liu Yuan, Sister Xiaoyu was like a solid anchor, as long as this anchor was still there, he would not be lost in the deep sea.

In front of Sister Xiaoyu, he was no longer a god or a young male lord of the grasslands, he was just Yan Liuyuan.

“Sister Xiaoyu, my brother is still alive,” Yan Liuyuan said softly as he sat in the middle of the royal court tent.

Sister Xiaoyu who was sewing clothes for Yan Liuyuan suddenly froze, she turned her head to look at Yan Liuyuan, “He …… where is he?”

Yan Liu Yuan removed his black face armor from his cheeks and said, “But I didn’t go looking for him.”

There were only the two of them in the royal court tent, and Sister Xiaoyu saw a hint of gloom in Yan Liuyuan’s expression as she said, “Is it because of fear.”

Yan Liu Yuan suddenly talked about something else, “Sister, you know my ability, every time I used it in the past, it would backfire.”

Sister Xiaoyu said with a gentle look, “The first time I found out about your ability was when your brother’s bones were broken all over his body, at that time we were being held hostage by Li’s forces to do work, and you wrestled yourself to death every day while all those people you cursed died from the fall.”

“Well,” Yan Liuyuan nodded, “The curse backlash of that one was simple, what I cursed, the corresponding backlash would come to me. But ever since the battle in the river valley it’s been different, the earth is cracking, the cracks in the ground are spreading out into the distance, but I haven’t suffered any backlash, that cracked earth is like opening up a yoke on myself, and every time I use it that yoke opens up a little more.”

Sister Xiaoyu did not rush to respond when she heard these words, but was silent as she listened to Yan Liuyuan continue.

Yan Liuyuan said, “The cracks in that shackle are like the crevices of an abyss, constantly expanding. I feel as if there is some sort of will that is calling me to become a part of that will as well, no, more accurately, to replace that massive will. Only by coming back to you did I feel that rift begin to be slowly closed, only then would I have more …… human feelings again.”

“Sixth Yuan, you’ve unified the grasslands, don’t use your abilities anymore,” Sister Xiaoyu said softly as she sat down across from Yan Sixth Yuan.

“Well, I’ll try to refrain,” Yan Liu Yuan promised.

“Then what are your plans after that,” Sister Xiaoyu asked.

Yan Liu Yuan was silent for a long time, “This time when I went south, thousands of innocent people died in the massacre, there were women who suffered abuse because of Qudun’s ministry, I don’t know how to face him, I don’t know how to tell him that his closest brother has turned out to be the one he hates the most.”

“But you know, even though he wants you to be a good person, he would never abandon you because of something like this, have you ever thought about how hard he’s looking for you right now? You know your brother’s character, every day he doesn’t see you, he will search day after day until he dies,” Sister Xiaoyu said.

Yan Liu Yuan didn’t say anything.

At this time, Sister Xiaoyu looked at Yan Liuyuan’s expression and suddenly realized that, in fact, it was not that Liuyuan was unable to face Ren Xiaosu, but that he was unable to go and face himself.

At that time in the market town, Liu Yuan would imitate Ren Xiaosu’s tone of voice when he spoke, and whatever Ren Xiaosu liked to do, he would do.

This small child has had an inexplicable admiration for Ren Xiaosu since he was a child, and was determined to take Ren Xiaosu as his role model, wanting to become a person like Ren Xiaosu.

But in the end, he had become the kind of person that the other party hated the most, Yan Liuyuan was scared.

“Sister, give me some time,” Yan Liuyuan said, “I’ll go check on the Salt Pond first.”

With that, Yan Liu Yuan put on his black face armor again, and when he stepped out of the royal court tent, there were already countless tribal clansmen waiting for him outside, Hassan led over the horses for him, while Servant Lan Qi respectfully knelt on the ground, willingly becoming a horse stool.

This was how the gods were treated.

Yan Liu Yuan first checked the injuries of the deceased, Servant Lan Qi confirmed from the side, “They are all stab wounds, but they should be heavy stabs, the chopping was extremely strong, almost cutting the person in two, the ears were also cut away, like a ritual.”

Yan Liu Yuan nodded, “Are there any survivors, did you see the appearance of the perpetrator.”

“No, the twelve people who went to the salt pond to carry salt were the only ones, all dead,” said a headman.

Uighur Bone Yan squatted next to the bodies, “The stab wounds are all frontal, none of them escaped, all of them are the bravest men on the grasslands. Master, should we chase to the north to avenge them? I, Uighur Bone Yan, can be the vanguard.”

“Let’s bury the warriors in the sky first,” Yan Liuyuan said calmly.

After saying that, a few falcons actually flew from the sky and landed next to the corpses as if no one else was there, the surrounding tribal clansmen all knelt down, for the steppe people, if the corpses of the dead could be eaten by the falcons, it would mean that the souls of the dead could fly to the sky.

But in the past, sky burials required the dead to be dragged to the grasslands to wait for seven days, and it was never as magical as the one in front of them.

In their view, this was Yan Liuyuan’s personal funeral for his clan, a baptism by the gods.

Yan Liuyuan pivoted his horse towards the direction of the Salt Pond, with hundreds of warriors following behind him as if they were close followers.

When they reached the outskirts of the salt pond, Yan Liuyuan could already see the bloodstains in front of them.

Above the white salt pool, the purple-brown bloodstains were extremely eye-catching, and Yan Liuyuan asked, “Is this where the bodies were found?”

“Yes master,” replied a grassland man.

“Have any of you seen those in the north in recent years?” Yan Liuyuan asked.

“No,” Servant Lan Qi shook his head, “supposedly the most active ones in the north should be my Servant Lan tribe, but I have never seen them.”

“That’s strange then,” Yan Liuyuan said, “Why are these people suddenly moving south and so close to our borders?”

Just then, black silhouettes actually appeared on the vast salt ponds in the distance, and Hassan subconsciously moved forward, bringing the hans under his command to form a defense in front of Yan Liuyuan.

Yan Liu Yuan looked out from his horse as the other party gradually approached, and then calmly said, “Here it comes.”