Chapter 13 Obtaining Yunshi and Encountering Incidents in the City

"Well, big brother, just tell me, I'll remember it."

Wen Yuhan half-sat down and began to speak, "I don't know what you've been through, but I think these words will be helpful to you. I've always kept something in my tent that I need to give you."

Wen Ranqi became curious and stood up to sit halfway, "What is it?"

"A rare piece of jade, some call it cloud stone, crystal clear and colorful. It originally belonged to the Fire Tribe under the altar of worship. I don't know how someone got it, but now that it's in my hands, he's forced me to give it to you." "Him? What's the use of the jade? Why must he give it to me?"

Wen Yuhan shook his head. He didn't know and couldn't say who that person was. "I don't know. He just found me a long time ago and told me to hand it over to you. Not long after, you did meet me, and I brought you back."

Wen Ranqi pondered, "Could it be that someone else has traveled through time like him? Does anyone know how to go back?" His heart was filled with confusion and surprise. His will, which was about to give up, was rekindled with hope.

"What else did he say?"

"He said, no matter what you do or where you are, when the second spring arrives and the first peach blossoms bloom in the south, rush to the grassland and find the Fire Tribe's altar. He will be waiting for you there. All you have to do is take the cloud stone and find him."

"Really?" Wen Ranqi couldn't help but laugh. "Isn't this a standard feature of time-travel novels and TV dramas? In the end, you must go back!"

He was so excited that he wanted to go crazy, holding his face in disbelief and crying with joy, "Then what, when we find him, what will he do?" Wen Ranqi suddenly became a little strange in Wen Yuhan's eyes. His appearance, his words and deeds were no longer the Wen Ranqi he was familiar with.

"He didn't say what he would do, but he wanted you to bring someone with you. He also said that if you miss this opportunity, you'll never be able to go back." Wen Ranqi excitedly pulled Wen Yuhan's arms, his eyes dancing with excitement and joy. "Who, who."

"Your apprentice is Mu Qi. Is your apprentice from the Mu Yan clan?" Wen Ranqi's smile suddenly stopped, and he asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you want me to take him?"

"Yeah, that's what the man said. We must take him with us." Wen Ranqi's mood was like a roller coaster. One second he was crying with joy, and the next second he really wanted to cry. He was unwilling to accept it and pounded the sand helplessly. "God, are you kidding me? I just got rid of him, and you want me to go find him myself. You, you are so heartless. Don't you know what I feel?"

Wen Yuhan stood there at a loss. He just felt that Wen Ranqi had suddenly changed, a very subtle and somewhat unfamiliar change.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Wen Yuhan was herding dozens of fat sheep and leading Wen Ranqi, who was sitting listlessly on the horse. After returning from grazing, Tana counted the number of sheep and looked at the dejected Wen Ranqi and asked Wen Yuhan, "What's wrong? Did you have a fight?" Wen Yuhan shook his head. "What happened then?" Tana looked at Wen Yuhan with her amber eyes.

"Let him be quiet for a while, let's go cook."

"good."

Wen Ranqi asked Wen Yuhan to convey the message to him. Wen Ranqi didn't want to think about who it was. As long as he could let him go back, he would trust him without a doubt.

Wen Ranqi covered his head. The nightmare that had haunted him for the first week in this world resurfaced. In the end, Qiqi held his hand as they walked out of the martial arts tournament. He was even going to be kissed and proposed to by a man in public. Wen Ranqi was a highly educated man, raised in an era where danmei culture was popular and men could marry men. It wasn't that he didn't accept such behavior; he simply wasn't gay. He still wanted to go back and find his other half, live a happy life with a wife and children. He couldn't let his protagonist become gay; he had to be firm in his identity. Wen Ranqi covered his head and vented, gnashing his teeth in hatred for the person who had changed his ending.

He sighed to the sky, he was already miserable enough, who would be so shameless as to deliberately make trouble for him?

It was a shame to throw it away, but Wen Ranqi continued chewing the sac, stuffing it into his mouth like a heartless machine. Tana and Wen Yuhan looked at each other and shook their heads, telling him not to worry.

Wen Yuhan took out the felt in his arms and walked to Wen Ranqi. He was ready to hand the marble to Wen Ranqi, "Xiao Ran, come and take it." Wen Ranqi took the marble mechanically. The crystal marble lay on the white wool felt, facing the firelight like the colorful stone in Nuwa's hand.

"Thank you, brother."

Wen Yuhan patted his shoulder but before he sat down, the sound of horse hooves disrupted the quiet night.

The visitor looked panicked, "Young Master Tana, the patriarch has passed away. He asked me to inform you to go back quickly." Tana fell down upon hearing this. Wen Yuhan supported Tana in pain. His heart was as painful as Tana's.

"Okay, wait a moment and we'll go back with you later."

Tana looked sad, but she bravely mounted her horse and waited for Wen Yuhan. Wen Ranqi stood at the door, begging him to go with her. Wen Yuhan told him how to start a fire, where to get the meat and the sac, and explained everything in detail to Wen Ranqi. "Xiao Ran, it's okay. My sister-in-law and I will be back in a day or two. If anything happens, take the dog to the nearest herdsman's house. They will help you. Just wait for us."

"Brother, okay, you guys go ahead, I'm fine."

Wen Yuhan mounted his horse, and the three of them hurriedly disappeared into the night. The hunting dog stayed obediently beside Wen Ranqi. The empty tent became quiet. The pot on the stove was still cooking milk tea, and there were two unfinished sachets next to it. Wen Ranqi did not go to his own tent to sleep. Tonight he slept in Wen Yuhan and the others' tent.

In the warm embrace, the marble shone with a faint light. Wen Ranqi was not asleep. He played with the marble and said to himself, "What can you, a stone, do?"

Yunshi's light grew increasingly dazzling. Wen Ranqi narrowed his eyes, a chill running down his forehead as a strange feeling lingered in his heart. The feeling of love grew stronger and stronger, becoming heavier and heavier. His hands, which had been holding Yunshi, suddenly gave out, and he fainted.

In the woods thousands of miles away, a man wrapped in a black robe also took out a glowing marble. The corners of his mouth curled up as he stared at the marble in the firelight with a gentle smile.

Wen Ranqi's heart was mixed with two strong loves. These two loves made his body go from tense and tired to extremely relaxed, and also made everything he experienced today warm up all the unpleasant moods.

He also dreamed of Qiqi for the first time. Qiqi still looked at him with a silly smile, and waved to him while holding the vegetable basket in her hand. Since he also waved his arms like Qiqi, he felt very happy.

They rode their horses at full speed overnight to the inner city of Mandar. All the tribesmen looked at Tana with sad eyes. They walked through the crowded streets and went up to the chief's wooden house on the top of the mountain. Murong Gele's body was lying quietly on the wooden bed. The blood on his head had dried up. Several elders in the wooden house were pressed to the ground. Murong Gele sat beside the body with a domineering look on his face.

"Did you kill my father?" Tana drew out her scimitar and slashed at Murong Gele, but Wen Yuhan stopped her in time. Tana no longer wanted to pretend to be herself, and she lay down beside Murong Gele's body and burst into tears.

Murong Gelie stood up arrogantly and said ruthlessly, "I didn't kill him. He fell and hit a rock and died. All the elders saw it, didn't they, elders?"

The elder lying on the ground shrank back and said, "Yes, it was indeed the Great Chief who fell down." Tana looked at Murong Gelie angrily, "That's not your turn to speak. You are no longer a member of the Fire Tribe. Why are you in the Great Chief's room?"

"I didn't want to either, but the patriarch was so willing to sacrifice his own family for the sake of justice. I was just walking around the city when he caught me and brought me back for punishment. I fell to my death while struggling with him."

"You," Tana pointed at Murong Gelie angrily, "What are you still doing here? Get out of here."

Murong Gelie twirled the knife in his hand, waving it in the faces of the elders. "Well, it's you who should leave. The chieftain passed away this morning, and we elected a new chieftain this afternoon, and I am the new chieftain."

"You are shameless!" Tana rushed forward madly. Wen Yuhan always stopped the furious Tana in time. If he didn't stop her, his life would be nothing, and Tana's life might be taken away by Murong Gelie.

"Come here, take Young Master Tana and her husband to the prison. They must be released until the funeral of the Great Patriarch is over. Also, Young Master Tana is no longer the Young Master. Retrieve her belongings and bring the cow back to the others."

Wen Yuhan began to panic. Wen Ranqi was still in the tent. What should he do?

"Great Chief, Great Chief!" Tana looked at Wen Yuhan, who was calling Murong Gelie, in shock. "Tana is your sister. Please, for the sake of your friendship since childhood, allow me to go back once and bring back some of Tana's personal belongings. Laurie is damp and cold, and a woman like him wouldn't be able to bear it." Tana saw something in Wen Yuhan's eyes and turned to kneel before Murong Gelie. "Tana has never asked you for anything. If you want to treat me like this, I have nothing to say, but my husband shouldn't suffer this. Please let him go. Let him wander. I am willing to acknowledge you as the Great Chief to everyone. I believe that with my words, everyone will respect you even more when you succeed him."

Murong Gelie grabbed Wen Yuhan's head. He didn't have the roughness of a grassland man. He had a delicate and tender skin and a fair face. He didn't look wild at all.

"Your heart has been captured by such a weak and powerless person. Humph, your vision is just that. Well, someone, hold Tana down and release his brother-in-law."

Tana was imprisoned, and Wen Yuhan rode his horse wildly in the night. His excessive anxiety and uneasiness made him ignore the dark shadow behind him. He didn't know Murong Gele at all, so how could Murong Gele let him go back easily?