Chapter 114: Eyes Like the Sea, Until Old Age

y moved by the experience.In Jiang Wang's view, Guan Yan's greatest achievement is not weakening the Yan Xiao and orchestrating their demise five hundred years later. It's his education of the Sen Hai...Heaven and earth were white, with a vast and howling wind.

A lone figure braves the wind and snow, standing apart from the world with just one hand.

Wu Yan Lan Zhu will never forget this scene.

Looking at the back of that hooded and cloaked figure, feeling that strength and unwavering presence before a natural disaster.

She was suddenly struck by the thought of Mount Sheng, her eyes momentarily glazed over.

All the nomads who were fleeing or awaiting death in the entire Chaha tribe came one after another. They all came behind the man in the hooded robes, reciting incantations like "Guardian of the Azure Diagram" and kneeling devoutly on the ground.

Before the miracle of the divine being intercepted by Weili in the midst of a raging blizzard, the shepherds sang an ancient ballad.

"O mighty Qionglu Mountain, holding up the sky of the grasslands. Great Cangtu God, shining upon your benevolent people. From the eastern plains to the western wilds, from eyes like the sea to the twilight years..."

These shepherds possessed no extraordinary powers, and the ballad itself held nothing magical. Yet, sung with devout fervor, it carried the power to soothe the soul.

Jiang Wang stood directly into the wind and snow. In front of his right hand, a frost-white nezha wind whirled quietly.

In the blinding snowstorm, this gust of wind seemed so feeble. But it was like a candle igniting the long night, piercing through the blizzard and preventing it from advancing further.

The legendary unzhou wind, renowned as the most powerful among the Eight Winds, could tear apart even the ferocious Jingfeng wielded by Huang Sheli. Facing a sudden blizzard would be nothing to it.

But this "White Hair Wind" range was too wide, at least Jiang Wang couldn't perceive its limit right now. He could only protect the small tribe he could see. And unable to trace its root, cut off its source.

In the midst of a raging blizzard, a figure slowly approached.

To say "slow" is actually inaccurate. This person is very fast, but within the range covered by this white furred wind, there's a feeling of struggling with every step, making them appear slower.

Jiang Wang guessed that he should be a powerful warrior sent by the Supreme Royal Court to "rescue" them.

Because the other party's goal was very clear, they were heading straight for this tribe. From afar, he had already taken shelter here and immediately turned away.

Only a white round sign shot through the wind.

"Moyalai, after the white-haired wind disperses, you may take this card to the highest king's court to receive your reward. Find Cangyu!"

The sound fell into Jiang Wang's ears in the wind and snow.

This is the translated text:

Cang Yu is not a person's name, but an institution responsible for maintaining law and order in Mu Guo, similar to the Qí State's Patrol Department. However, its functions are more complex, including regular inspections of the grasslands and mediation of disputes among herdsmen...

These two characters represent the feathers of a goshawk, symbolizing "the wings of God".

Members of the Transcendent Cultivators who belong to Cang Yu are called Fei Ya.

Jiang Wang glanced at the round token in his hand. It seemed to be made of animal bone, pure white all over, except for a feathered plume engraved on the front. It was indeed Fei Ya's mark.

He put it away with a flick of his hand, not caring much about it.

It was the appearance of this Fei Ya that made Jiang Wang realize more and more how abrupt this White Hair Storm was. Apparently, even Cang Yu hadn't been able to predict it in advance and was only now reacting hastily.

If Jiang Wang hadn't been nearby, the outcome for the Chaha tribe would have been very difficult to predict.

Such a thing should not happen when it comes to the High Court's control over the grasslands. No matter what evil or disaster, how could the High Court allow it to easily affect ordinary herdsmen

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However, Jiang Wang didn't intend to investigate further. The country of Mu had plenty of capable people. He was just passing through the grassland, visiting an old friend, and asking for nothing more.

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This white snowstorm, it came quickly and went quickly.

It lasted only about half a quarter of an hour before it dissipated. The heaven and earth were clear, and the air had a fresh scent like after rain.

It seems that Cangyu has already taken control of the source.

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Jiang Wang had received the news from Bu Zhou Feng and turned around to see hundreds of nomads kneeling behind him, men, women and children. Excluding those who were missing or away, almost the entire Chaha tribe was here.

The oldest man kneeling at the front trembled and crawled forward, saying, “Divine messenger!”

He bent his head, wanting to kiss Jiang Wang's boots.

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Jiang Wang refused the courtesy and quickly stepped back, bowing in return. "Please rise, everyone. I only did what I could, and it's not worthy of such a grand gesture. Besides, I am not your divine messenger."

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As the largest Shinto nation in the world, Ao Tu Shen does not spare his miracles. Looking back through history, countless divine messengers are renowned and sung about throughout the grasslands.

But from generation to generation, on today's grasslands, when it comes to the word "divine messenger," it refers only to Cangming alone.

This powerful figure, who remained unseen on the riverbank, often wore a cloak and wandered the grasslands alone. He fought against disasters and protected the herders. His name echoed across the grasslands, and many herders enshrined his statue.

But few people know his true appearance.

It is not surprising that the people of the Chaha tribe would have this misunderstanding.

The old man kissed the ground devoutly before rising and turning back, spreading his arms and driving away with a "Go back, go back! Our divine envoy does not wish to reveal their identity!"

He obviously didn't believe that outsiders would help them. The powerful cloaked figures who would save them before the white storm, could only be divine emissaries of this world.

Hundreds of herdsmen lined up and bowed to Jiang Wang one after another. That kind of piety and solemnity couldn't be interrupted at all. With expressions of gratitude or awe, they dispersed individually.

Jiang Wang shook her head, not intending to correct anything.

With a gentle hand, the crimson steed was lifted from the ground. Using the strength of their walking stick, they soothed the horse, bringing it back to its lively state.

He then mounted his horse and waved goodbye to the old man: "Old sir, it was nice meeting you! We'll meet again someday!"

The chestnut horse took a stride, its hooves like red clouds vanishing into the distance.

The old chieftain of the Chahar tribe knelt again, touching his forehead to the ground, sending off the emissary.

But he was also somewhat surprised—this messenger didn't seem like the priests in the temple. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different. It just felt...less imposing, less distant.

When he looked up, all he saw was a small pony galloping past in front of him.

"Black-faced Orchid!" he shouted angrily,

But the horse and the girl on its back did not stop.

Proceeding eastward, he did not travel for long before hearing the sound of horses' hooves approaching.

Jiang Wang lightly pressed, and the crimson horse obediently stopped. Turning back, it was indeed the prairie girl with freckles on her face. Waving at him from afar, she rode her little yellow horse, galloping towards him.

"What's the matter, young lady" Jiang Wang asked.

"I'm here to thank you!" said Wu Yan Lan Zhu.

Jiang Wang chuckled softly: “You’ve already thanked me.”

"No, no, no." Wu Yan Lan Zhu shook her head rapidly. "They're thanking the Divine Envoy, thanking the Cang Tu God, but I know, you're not the Divine Envoy! I'm not here to thank a god, I'm here to thank you!"

This young girl has a healthy, vibrant aura that makes people feel drawn to her.

While the other shepherds knelt down in gratitude, she stood.

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Before this, Jiang Wang had played "debates" with her for fun. On one hand, he was in a rare state of being carefree and relaxed; on the other hand, he found her genuine and amusing.

At this time, he also inquired with interest, "How do you know"

Wu Yan Lan Zhu said very directly, "The divine emissary will protect us, just like shepherds protect their cattle and sheep. But the divine emissary won't tolerate me cursing him, just as we shepherds wouldn't tolerate unruly cattle and sheep."

Under the cloak, Jiang Wang's expression became serious.

This girl's attitude toward God was different from others, perhaps because she had read many books.

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But this is not a safe thing to say. If "God" hears it, they may not be pleased.

"Good." For the sake of protecting the other party, Jiang Wang steered the conversation back. "I've received your thanks already."

Wu Yanlanzhu boldly looked at him, bursting into a radiant smile: "Mo Ye Lai, why don't you take off your cloak Under the illumination of the Cangtu Divine Light, we have no need to hide too much!"

"The radiance of the divine, cannot shine on everyone," Jiang Wang smiled. "Especially those of us who conceal ourselves."

Wu Yanlanzhu said somewhat dejectedly, "I just want to know what my benefactor looks like."

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