Chapter 35: Tears of Ice

  Hiss!

  At that moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly took a cold breath!

  Flying in the sky, this is flying in the air.

  Even powerful beings in the Devouring Realm cannot fly in the sky.

  Normally, for a Soul Warrior to fly long distances in the sky, their cultivation must reach the Open Soul Realm, and their Battle Soul must be of the flying bird type.

  In other words, those four in the sky are powerful existences of the Kaishin Realm.

  The existence of Kai Xuan Jing is comparable to that of Biyuan Guo's national spirit.

  In other words, if any of them were to come down, they could wipe out the entire White Bone Demon Sect in no time.

  But now, the four existences of the Kaishin realm turned out to be just four sedan chair bearers.

  This discovery made Jiang Cheng's scalp tingle, and the four people sitting on the soft couch were all in the realm of opening their souls. Who would be sitting on that couch, what kind of existence would it be?

  Is it the existence of a virtual reality?

  Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's scalp felt a chill, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

  Jiang Cheng saw that in the sky, a girl was lifted up by a giant hand. She slightly lowered her eyes and swept a glance at him, making Jiang Cheng feel like he was being stared down by a fierce beast from another world. His whole body stiffened instantly, and he didn't dare move, allowing the wine to spill out wildly from both sides of his mouth.

  Fortunately for Jiang Cheng, the girl who was flying only glanced at him and the figure flying rapidly in the sky did not stop at all. In a twinkling, she flew over Jiang Cheng's head.

  Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!

  After the four women flew away, Jiang Cheng suddenly started coughing violently. It was because he had been so frightened that he couldn't swallow earlier and had choked on the burning knife.

  "What kind of existence can make four powerful beings in the Open Soul Realm act as sedan bearers?" Even though the four figures disappeared into the night sky with the soft couch, Jiang Cheng still had a lingering fear.

  The power of Kai's soul realm was so strong that for a moment, Jiang Cheng's heart felt like it had stopped beating.

  Wow!

  "I wonder when I can soar in the sky like them?" After taking a deep breath, Jiang Cheng stomped his somewhat numb feet, and his eyes immediately focused on what was in front of him.

  Without any hesitation, Jiang Cheng thoroughly searched the patrol team of Baihun Department that he had just killed and took all their dry rations and dried meat, hanging them on a Thunderbolt Horse.

  Like the white troops on patrol missions, each person was given two days' worth of rations. For Jiang Cheng now, even a single grain was extremely precious.

  Perhaps one grain of food represents a life of a tribesman.

  Looking at the distant tribe without a shadow, Jiang Cheng's anxiety was unmatched. The snow had sealed off the mountain for five days already, and perhaps that tragic scene from several years ago would be reenacted again in the tribe.

  It's not maybe, Jiang Cheng is clear that according to this year's situation, that scene will definitely be staged, and it may also be the most tragic scene in the history of Gushan Department!

  He leapt onto the Thunderbolt Stallion, the whip cracking loudly. Jiang Cheng led six riders on Thunderbolt Stallions galloping wildly towards the direction of their tribe.

  Within a distance of less than ten li, a specially made arrow with a red glow shot out from Jiang Cheng's hand, whistling sharply and very eye-catching in the dark night sky.

  Before long, six galloping Thunderbolt Horses rushed towards the place where the whistling arrow had just been shot.

  A patrol team from the White Army's another branch arrived, and as they approached the six empty Thunderhoof horses, a figure suddenly burst out of the snowy ground.

  In an instant, five out of the six-man patrol team were taken down by Jiang Cheng. One of them reacted quickly and turned to flee early on, but didn't get far before being hit by two consecutive spiritual energy arrows from Jiang Cheng, blasting both him and his horse into pieces.

  The patrol team of the Bai Hun Department was equipped with Jiang Cheng, who had some understanding. Six people formed a group, led by a Soul Warrior. Basically, as long as the Soul Warrior was dealt with, the others were not a threat at all!

  As before, Jiang Cheng started to clean up the food and tied the five Thunder Hoof Divine Steeds that had just been captured together. If it weren't for a bottom line in his heart that he couldn't cross, Jiang Cheng wouldn't even let these corpses go.

  If you haven't experienced it personally, you can't feel the kind of tragic grandeur that a tribe has in a year of great disaster.

  That is the sorrow of a small tribe, and also the honor of a small tribe!

  What made Jiang Cheng extremely disappointed was that even if he shot out all the sonic arrows, he still didn't wait for the third patrol team of the Baihun Division.

  If two or three more patrol teams come, Jiang Cheng would risk his life to fight it out and maybe they can really avoid that tragedy! That kind of tragic fate that Jiang Cheng never wants to see again if possible.

  Taking advantage of the night, Jiang Cheng rode a Thunderbolt Stallion, leading ten other Thunderbolt Stallions in a mad dash across the snow-covered grasslands. To save time, Jiang Cheng even resorted to using his spiritual energy to alleviate the cold.

  Jiang Cheng ran wildly for a whole night, and the big snow that fell like goose feathers also lasted for a whole night, covering up the messy hoof prints, leaving no trace.

  Just as the sky was lightening, the river had frozen into a mass of ice and Jiang Cheng finally saw the tall watchtower of the Ge Mountain Sect and its open gate.

  There were dense crowds of people outside the village gate, and an old man standing at the gate performing a mysterious ritual that had been passed down for generations. The old man looked even thinner in the cold wind.

  At that moment when he saw the dense crowd of people, Jiang Cheng's hot tears flowed down instantly, and with a blow from the cold wind, they instantly turned into two lines of icy tears.

  Jiang Cheng was very clear that those people were not welcoming him back, the clan members didn't have the ability to predict the future, they were seeing off a loved one...

  Standing outside the village gate are the elderly, weak and disabled of the tribe, who have spontaneously gathered together.

  In this cold winter, they will leave the tribe to find a living in the snowy and icy mountains, save more food, so that the young and strong youth of the tribe can survive.

  Inside the village gate were their relatives.

  The old man standing at the gate of the village is holding an ancient ceremony, blessing them and praying for them!

  In the second year after Jiang Cheng arrived at Gusu Lan, he experienced it once. That time, nearly thirty white-haired old men smiled and stepped into Gusu.

  That was also when Jiang Cheng thoroughly merged with the Gusu Lan Sect.

  Jiang Cheng will never forget the radiant smile on the faces of nearly thirty white-haired elderly people as they bid farewell to him while walking through the deep snow-covered mountains.

  But this time, it's nearly a hundred people!

  The thunder of eleven galloping horses did not disturb this ceremony.

  Even if more than a thousand people of the Ge Shan tribe are clear that Mu Lei Ji is unique to the Bai Hun Department, no one still pays attention, and no one fears.

  This is a moment when every tribe is most sacred, even if the Great Spirit of the White Horde comes, he dare not interrupt.

  Otherwise, they will be attacked by every member of the Kushtaka tribe from head to toe and even their teeth.

  The eleven galloping horses finally caught the attention of the people of the Ge Shan tribe.

  Because no one has ever dared to rush towards the gate of the Ge Shan department at this moment, not even the most noble person in the Bai Hun department.

  No protest, no speech, just action!

  All the men in the village who could draw a bow gathered within the walls at top speed, the twanging of bowstrings was incessant, and hundreds of hunting bows were instantly trained on the eleven riders of the Thunderhoof Cavalry.

  At this moment, even if it's the King of Heaven who came, let alone exterminating the tribe, the bows and arrows of the Ge Shan Department will shoot without hesitation.

  This is an honor!

  This is dignity!

  "It's me, Ah Gong, the clan leader! I am Jiang Cheng, don't shoot!"

  Seeing this, Jiang Cheng suddenly jumped high from the Thunderbolt Horse and flew towards the gate of the camp like a big bird.

  Jiang Cheng arrived, and the tribal elder, Ge Xiong, curled up the corner of his mouth: "This little rascal, how did he bring so many Thunderhoof?" With a wave of his hand, the men of the Ge Mountain tribe immediately put away their hunting bows. However, Jiang Cheng's arrival did not bring any joy to the faces of the tribespeople.

  Including Shi Tie standing inside the stockade with his bow collected and standing upright, there was no smile on his face either, only two lines of tears that had frozen into ice.

  "Grandpa Liu..."

  "Grandpa Cow..."

  "Milk Grandma..."

  "Big Hammer Grandpa..."

  "Stone Daddy, you too..."

  Looking at the familiar faces with white hair outside the village wall, with sacred smiles on their faces, when he saw his father Shi Dali, who had lost an arm, Jiang Cheng's eyes turned red, and tears burst out uncontrollably.

  "Hah, Ah Cheng, what are you crying about!" Shi Dali wrapped Jiang Cheng in his one arm, letting Jiang Cheng's tears wet his shoulder.

  "Kid, this is the most glorious moment of your uncle's life, what are you crying about!" Old Stone patted Jiang Cheng's back vigorously, comforting him instead.

  Inside the stockade, the young men of Ge Shan's unit had tears silently welling up in their eyes at this moment, including Song Yue, whose pretty face was frozen bright red, and whose face was also covered with icy tears, but no one cried out loud at this moment.

  "But... but..." Amidst the sobbing, Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say at this moment.

  "Men of Katsurayama, don't cry!"

  Jiang Cheng, remember this, protecting our tribe is the honor of a Ge Shan man.

  "Remember, you are all the hope of the Ge Shan tribe, everything is for the sake of the tribe!"

  Just as Shi Dali was patting Jiang Cheng's back to comfort him, Shi Dali suddenly raised his arm and shouted in a hoarse voice: "For the tribe!"

  "For the tribe!"

  As the call thundered, the ancient song rose in the mournful voices of the tribespeople, and on the faces of nearly a hundred tribespeople outside the village gate, the most sacred expressions simultaneously burst forth.

  At this moment, their faces with deep wrinkles were like blooming snow lotus flowers, filled with holiness...

  In the midst of ancient ballads, they turned around and stepped towards the distant mountains.

  "Help me guide the stone iron..."

  A barely audible voice entered Jiang Cheng's ears when Shi Fu turned around, making Jiang Cheng unable to hold back, and he almost madly howled: "Wait, wait for a moment!"

  The next moment, Jiang Cheng rushed to the gate of the village and knelt down in front of Ah Gong who was dancing in the cold wind.

  "Grandfather, say something and let them come back!"

  "Grandfather, those eleven Thunderhoof horses were stolen back by me. I'll kill them and use them as rations. You can let them return now!"

  Jiang Cheng wanted to stop this suicidal advance into the mountains, but Jiang Cheng was very clear that he absolutely couldn't stop them. If he tried to force them back, these tribesmen might directly jump into the Hun River.

  Only Ah Gong, only a spiritual existence within the tribe like a god, can stop them!

  The figure of Ah Gong dancing on the gate of Zhai suddenly stopped, and Jiang Cheng cried out in a hoarse voice: "Ah Gong, say something! Eleven muffled thunder horses can hold on for several more days!"

  "Grandfather, just say something!"

  On the snowy ground, Jiang Cheng lay motionless, unable to get up.

  On the gate of the village, the cold wind blew up Ah Gong's scattered white hair. On Ah Gong's rugged and weathered old face, icicles had already formed!

  PS: Maybe some brothers don't like the recent chapters, but it doesn't matter, Pig Three wrote what he wanted to write.

  It's not embarrassing to share with brothers, when writing this chapter, Pig Three himself was a bit choked up, his throat was blocked, maybe the writing is limited, so you can't read that feeling, but this is what Pig Three has been looking for.

  Laughing to the top of madness, crying to heartbreak...