Chapter 346

"The Divine Messenger is Immortal!"

"The Divine Messenger is Immortal!!"

"The Divine Messenger is Immortal!!!"

Wang Yang dissolved the army with a word and defeated the enemy with a phrase; his prestige reached a new high!

The entire army kept shouting "The Divine Messenger is Above" and "The Divine Messenger is Immortal." The shouts went straight to the sky, shaking Le Luo Luo and the others until their scalps went numb. Even when they stepped forward to see Wang Yang, they still felt like they were in a dream.

Wasn't he captured? What is this situation?! Is this how a prisoner is treated?!

So the Yidu barbarians don't burn Han people anymore, but have changed to burning incense and offering them up??

Hearing the majestic and endless sound waves in his ears, and looking at these barbarian soldiers with fanatical eyes who seemed willing to die for Wang Yang at any time, he felt his worldview had received a strong impact! A huge sense of absurdity and powerlessness surged into his heart! He knew that even if he, the young master, grew up in his own barbarian tribe, he would never have this kind of prestige!

Wang Yang dismounted, looked at the stunned Le Luo Luo, held his whip, and bowed:

"Young Master, you've worked hard."

Le Luo Luo hadn't come back to his senses yet, subconsciously opened his mouth, but felt his throat dry and tight. Thousands of words were blocked inside, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only stumble by instinct:

"No, not hard, it's me, I... came late..."

Wang Yang smiled gently, his voice carrying a power that settled the heart:

"What late, just joking. For you to be able to come, for me, it is like charcoal in snow. This is a life-saving friendship; Wang Yang will keep it in his heart."

Seeing Wang Yang speak so solemnly, Le Luo Luo kept saying he was ashamed. Looking at this formation, what life-saving? Who is saving whose life? He didn't come to save a life; he clearly came to pay a visit!

However, under these circumstances, Wang Yang was neither arrogant nor ungrateful; he was indeed not a mean and ungrateful person and was worth following!

Thinking carefully, it was actually a bit scary. Wang Yang came to save a prisoner (Liu Cheng) and collected a barbarian tribe. When he became a prisoner himself, he collected another barbarian tribe! This is indeed a phoenix! Father's eye for people is amazing! A young phoenix is already like this; what will it be like when it grows up?! This investment, it might make a fortune in the future...

Le Luo Luo was letting his imagination run wild, his heart surging. Wang Yang's gaze had already fallen on Chen Qingshan.

He had seen Xiao Shan's appearance, half covered in dust and half in blood, and was startled, feeling great heartache, but in order to appease Le Luo Luo, he didn't ask immediately. Now that he was closer, seeing several wounds on Chen Qingshan's clothes, her face as pale as paper, and her lips almost bloodless, he couldn't help but feel more pity, and at the same time, a fire rose in his heart, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Who hurt you?"

Wang Yang's voice was not loud, and his tone was restrained, but as the master of the Yidu tribe, just a slight coldness on his face caused the surrounding air to freeze.

The barbarian warriors who respected Wang Yang as a god immediately tensed their bodies, their eyes becoming sharp, as if looking for the culprit who angered the divine messenger, or as if they couldn't wait to use blades and blood to appease the divine messenger's anger.

Xin Yi, who had been jumping with joy to see Wang Yang, didn't even dare to breathe at this time, just afraid that the long-legged sister would complain, and then Wang Yang would give an order to tear her into pieces, or Wang Yang would take action himself to abolish her meridians with the Arcane Finger!

It's over!

Xin Yi is done for!

Xin Yi felt she was weak, pitiful, and helpless. Her little face was scared white, wishing she could immediately shrink into a ball to reduce her presence. Seeing Xin Yi's appearance, Baoyue guessed a few things and quietly blocked in front of Xin Yi.

Chen Qingshan was still in a daze; how could she think of complaining?

With a determined ruthlessness, she had broken through the deep mountains and old forests for a day and a night, her only thought being to rescue Wang Yang. Along the way, she had imagined countless possibilities—perhaps the young master was suffering, perhaps he was beaten to a pulp, perhaps he might have already...

She forced herself not to think about the worst outcome, forced herself to think of the best rescue method, forced herself not to be seen through by Le Luo Luo, and forced herself not to be afraid. But fear was still like a maggot on a bone, uncontrollably drilling out, especially when she was traveling through the pitch-black mountains alone before finding the Yidu tribe.

At that time, she remembered more than once that spring four years ago, when she also tried her best to find ways to rescue her father who was being escorted back to the capital.

She knew there was no hope, but she still refused to accept her fate. She pulled all the strings she could, begged everyone she could, but what she finally saw was still a corpse that would never respond to her again.

That kind of despair of trying her best but still being in vain, like ice water soaking into the bone marrow, made her wake up from many midnight dreams. She was afraid that this time would be the same, afraid that she would have to face that kind of abyss-like, dark, and icy coldness again.

But the scene before her eyes completely exceeded her imagination!

The young master was not only safe and sound but was also revered as a divine messenger, receiving fanatical support and love. Everything was the exact opposite of the scene of a humiliated prisoner covered in wounds that she had imagined!

Is this a dream?

The huge contrast left her mind blank. The heartstrings that had been tense for too long suddenly relaxed, followed by a kind of trance that was almost exhaustion. It wasn't until Wang Yang asked her a question in that familiar tone with obvious heartache that she suddenly came back to her senses.

This inquiry was like a ray of sunshine, shining into the ice wall she had built to resist all fragility. The worries, fears, fatigue, and determination of the past all melted away under this ray of sunshine, turning into unspeakable bitterness, and the huge joy that could not be suppressed!

He is still alive!

He is very well!

Better than the best situation she could have imagined!

Chen Qingshan's eyes grew hot, tears flowed out, and the weakness brought by fatigue and blood loss surged like a mountain and sea. Her body swayed, and she could almost not stand.

Wang Yang supported Chen Qingshan, carefully helped her onto the horse's back, and then sat behind Chen Qingshan without avoiding suspicion, holding the reins with his right hand and hugging Xiao Shan's waist with his left, letting her lean in his arms.

Seeing this, Baoyue snorted several times.

Xin Yi quietly poked her head out from behind Baoyue.

Although the barbarian soldiers respected Wang Yang like a god, the barbarian customs remained, and they didn't know Chen Qingshan's identity, only thinking she was an enemy female general when they saw her holding a long spear earlier. Now seeing the divine messenger pull the enemy female general onto the horse and hug her in just a few words, they were immediately impressed!

"On me—why do you care how much money I have on me?"

Chen Qingshan was originally too weak and comfortable to move, but now hearing the earth-shattering booing, her face turned red, and she subconsciously wanted to try to sit up straight, but the arm hugging her waist was calm and firm, just tightening casually, fixing her firmly in his arms, and she could no longer produce the strength to resist. She had to bury her hot cheeks deeper into Wang Yang's chest, deceiving herself.

Wang Yang felt Chen Qingshan's shy trembling and looked at the barbarian soldiers who were booing, frowning:

"Silence."

A team of Holy Guards responsible for passing orders had eyes like lightning, stepped forward, and their voices came out like a bell:

"The divine messenger has an order—Silence!"

The divine decree cannot be violated, and the law follows the words.

Since the divine messenger said silence, who dared to speak? The barbarian big guys who were just boiling and howling were immediately dumbfounded, even holding back their coughs.

From noise to silence, just one word.

Chen Qingshan didn't dare to look up, but still pricked up her ears in surprise.

Seeing this momentum, Le Luo Luo was horrified and at the same time very fortunate. He didn't know why Wang Yang was a divine messenger, only feeling that it was fortunate that Wang Yang was a divine messenger! If another divine messenger appeared and unified the Yidu tribe, it would definitely become a formidable enemy of the Wenyang tribe!

Baoyue turned into a lemon essence, her heart "hehe"-ing until the tone changed, and she was sarcastic in her heart:

"You, Young Master Wang, are really amazing! I really admire you to the point of no return! Afraid the woman is shy, you directly pass a divine messenger order to make everyone shut up. The movement of the whole army is decided by your one word, ho! Really pitying flowers and cherishing jade, considerate and thoughtful! This is King Zhou of Shang rising again, King You of Zhou reborn, neither can compare to you, Young Master Wang! Really great style, really great prestige, hehehehehehehehe..."

Baoyue suddenly stopped mocking, narrowed her beautiful eyes, stared at the seemingly weak figure in Wang Yang's arms, and a trace of suspicion arose in her heart:

"Are martial artists this delicate? Could this woman be pretending on purpose?"

Xin Yi still didn't dare to stand out, clinging to Baoyue, only revealing her head, and analyzed seriously:

"I suspect that the Arcane Finger can also cure—besides expelling poison—"

Baoyue stretched out her palm with a blank face and pressed Xin Yi back.

Xin Yi's face was small, so one slap was enough to suppress her.

Wang Yang looked down and caught a glimpse of Chen Qingshan's hand, which was covered with tiny wounds and still tightly gripping the long spear. His heart tightened, and he reached out to take it, but who knew Xiao Shan gripped it even tighter.

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered softly in Xiao Shan's ear:

"Be good."

Xiao Shan only felt Wang Yang's voice was like the wind on a spring night, carrying a warm meaning that made people willingly obey, handing over to the wind's guidance without reservation, as if fireflies were snuggling against willow leaves, as if stars were following the breathing of the night.

She loosened her fingers and let Wang Yang take the Broken Clouds Spear and hand it to the Holy Guards.

Wang Yang looked at Le Luo Luo and said:

"I'll take her to heal her wounds first. You guys go slowly; I'll set up a banquet to welcome you in a while."

Le Luo Luo told Wang Yang not to worry about them and that taking care of Miss Chen was important, but he couldn't help but think in his heart: Will Wang Yang have thoughts about me because I didn't treat Chen Qingshan's wounds?

He thought about it and felt he shouldn't. And I really wanted to treat her, but she didn't agree!

"Chief Tian?" Wang Yang called out.

Tian Dadao didn't know where he popped out from, scurrying like a rabbit, wearing armor, trotting over, and bowing:

"Little Tian is here! The divine messenger just go back first! Leave everything to little Tian to arrange! I will definitely not neglect the divine messenger's guests!"

"Thank you for your trouble."

"I dare not, I dare not! This is what little Tian should do!"

Le Luo Luo didn't know why, but he found Tian Dadao a bit unpleasant.

Wang Yang lifted the reins slightly, turned the horse's head, and the military formation behind him scattered one after another, making way for a wide passage.

Wang Yang remembered one thing and looked back at Le Luo Luo:

"Has Ang Ta come?"

Le Luo Luo took back his mind and said:

"He has come, already captured, and tied up in the rear team."

"Untie him and bring him into the village."

Le Luo Luo originally wanted to say "Good," but by some strange twist of fate, it changed to "Yes" when he spoke.

After the explanation, Wang Yang didn't say anything more, whispered "Sit tight" to Xiao Shan, and then tightened the reins, and under the scorching gaze of a crowd of barbarian soldiers, galloped away! Five Holy Guards followed behind—

Blood stains the green shirt, hair loose, meeting again, fearing it is a startled swan,

Everyone says a man's heart is like iron, not necessarily;

Heroic bones and soft intestines, never spoken of.