"This scimitar is no ordinary weapon. Seeing the blade is like seeing the man himself. In our tribe, it symbolizes my status. If one of my men obtains it, he will receive the highest honor. So, are you interested?"

He raised an eyebrow at his prey in the distance, his eyes filled with ruthless determination to win.

"Honor? Does it come with special privileges?" Even if Qiu Yan wanted honor, it could only be Dongjin's honor.

"Special privileges?" Huyan Xun shook his head. "There are no special privileges." He would not easily grant his power to a woman.

What's the use of it if there are no privileges? Qiu Yan shook her head, indicating that she was not interested in a satisfying hunt.

Huyan Xun's round face changed slightly.

He glanced at the crossbow he hadn't yet delivered.

"You really don't want it?"

"No." Qiu Yan turned around and quietly glanced at the inner perimeter of the horse farm.

Qin Susu had already been successfully rescued by Ling Ba.

The two originally wanted to leave, but were blocked from all sides by the barbarian soldiers.

The barbarian soldiers were determined to capture Qin Susu and were now serious about their mission.

With Ling Ba present, they did not have the upper hand.

Huyan Xun's face turned somewhat green because his warriors were slightly inferior to one of his own, and in a situation where they outnumbered each other.

He knew, of course, that Qiu Yan was demanding special privileges because she wanted to help these ants.

He stepped forward, standing close to Qiu Yan:

"This world has always been a dog-eat-dog world. Don't you people of Western Qin have the most say in this? Qiu Yan, you're so smart, I don't need to teach you these big principles, do I?"

Huyan Xun showed no pity whatsoever for those Western Rong people.

Qiu Yan shifted her body to the side.

“They are just ordinary people and pose no threat to your tribe.” She longed for peace, but since she had encountered this situation, she had no choice but to accept it.

"Who told them to be weak? Because they were weak, they deserved to become our prisoners," Huyan Xun said matter-of-factly.

"That means you, Qiu Yan, you should be grateful." He believed that his warriors could wipe out Qiu Yan's people at any time.

Normally, he would have done that already.

Qiu Yan had intimidated him with just a few words.

Furthermore, he was genuinely interested in this woman.

Qiu Yan knew what Hu Yanxun meant; her arrival was not by chance.

She wouldn't have come if she hadn't made thorough preparations.

She touched the dart tucked in her sleeve with one hand. If she could, she would have loved to kill this brutal man in front of her on the spot.

But she couldn't.

Seeing that the barbarian soldiers were relentlessly whipping the innocent Western Rong people, she took action and tore off the green gemstones embedded in her clothes.

The second hand made a slight movement.

The green stones struck the soldiers squarely on the wrists.

Because of her actions, several Western Rong prisoners were saved from certain death.

Huyan Xun watched Qiu Yan's movements quietly, inwardly admiring them.

"Your hands have a good aim, let me see."

After he finished speaking, he was about to make a move, but Qiu Yan dodged him.

"who?"

"Damn it, who did this?!"

"They've got reinforcements?"

The barbarian soldiers, their movements halted, glared angrily and turned to look in the direction from which the emerald had come. They merely pursed their lips and remained silent.

Because the one standing there is their Chanyu.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a foreign monk rushing toward their Chanyu.

The appearance of Vera in the distance caused the barbarian soldiers to burst into laughter.

"A foreign monk has arrived, how rare! Hahaha..."