Chapter 251: Domineering Pheromone Suppression

The Fierce Sand Escort Bureau trade makes even Beastfolk who only have martial strength yearn for it; they feel as if they've found their own track, and live very comfortably.

Besides going to the lord's Planting Base, being an escort master is the most popular. They can get paid and follow the Merchant Caravan into various prosperous continents, where food is extremely cheap and all kinds of fabrics and seasonings are also cheap.

Lin Manzhi once said that escort masters could use their own earnings to buy whatever they wanted and bring it back; that belongs to the escort masters as personal property.

Thus, a job that can make life better, the Beastfolk naturally know how to choose.

This is also good news for Lin Manzhi; she plans to open a branch of the Fierce Sand Escort Bureau, and hopes, like the Luo Lai Caravan, to spread branch offices to cities across the continents.

Within the Fierce Sand Escort Bureau, a group of hot‑tempered tough men earn her a huge profit each day, bringing back large quantities of supplies from afar, and there has never been a fight or brawl; a business with little trouble and lots of money—simply wonderful.

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In the desert.

The star‑filled night sky is deep and tranquil, the tents built around the half‑moon lake are shrouded in darkness, dense criss‑crossing, like a beast pack lurking in the desert ready to devour.

At night the desert temperature drops sharply; as the sun‑warmed sand cools slowly, the campfire by the half‑moon lake is lit, half the lake surface is reflected red by the flames, rippling gently.

The sand cats and sand wolves stationed at Abu Xin Oasis like to be active at night, undertaking night‑training duties in the northern part of Kuangsha City.

But today all the Beastfolk warriors in the camp obey the lord's order to stay inside; the stealth‑skilled warriors conceal their dangerous aura silently, while small Exotic Beasts that emerge from the sand begin mutual hunting in the cool night, making the whole oasis look very peaceful.

Lin Manzhi and Mo Lie sit in the largest tent of the camp, Hua Zheng stands at her side, and the fierce Beastfolk warriors of Kuangsha City crouch guardingly inside the tent.

The day agreed to meet Cangqiong is tonight, and the other's movements in the desert have been tracked and reported back by the warriors Mo Lie sent out.

A stove burns inside the tent, making it very warm; Lin Manzhi wears a thin long dress and sits on a white blanket lined with thick, luxurious fur.

Mo Lie turns sideways, leaning on a soft pillow, his hand supporting his chin, a palm‑wide belt tightened, long legs slightly bent, listening as his warriors report Cangqiong's whereabouts.

A moment later, he waves away the Beastfolk warrior who delivered the report.

"Cangqiong is still fifty kilometers from here," Mo Lie turns his head slightly toward Lin Manzhi, his expression calm, "He will be here any moment."

Lin Manzhi picks up the teal‑blue cloak beside her, "Then we should get ready to receive guests."

She spreads the cloak over herself without covering her head, naturally turns to a female behind her and says, "Prepare the Agave beer and food I have ready."

"Since it's a discussion, it's easier to accomplish at the dining table,"

Hua Zheng's face is solemn, his brows involuntarily knit from tension, "I'll send people to the camp entrance to fetch the Beastfolk from Lei Ting Continent."

As one of the garrisons of the Tenth Legion of Kuangsha City, it has ten watchtowers and gates on all sides; without orders from the lord or a War General, no strangers are allowed entry.

"Hmm," Mo Lie sits up a bit straighter.

Hua Zheng turns and leaves; Lin Manzhi stands, smooths her cloak, and the clamorous sounds from outside begin, breaking the desert's silence.

It's the place they arranged for receiving guests.

She turns her head, "Shall we go out?"

Having said that, Lin Manzhi looks toward the tent's doorway.

Mo Lie rises at the words, reaches out and grabs Lin Manzhi's hand, "It's cold outside."

His gaze falls on Lin Manzhi; her deep blue eyes are warmed by the tent's heating flame, "We can go out after Cangqiong arrives; it won't be too late."

Since Cangqiong initiated the peace talks, he is the one who should be in a hurry.

The dark sky above.

A group of massive beings silently fly close, bodies darker than the night, bearing a nuclear‑like oppressive pressure.

It is Cangqiong leading his subordinates to the appointment.

He is at the bordering region between Lei Ting Continent and the Kuangsha Desert; after waiting more than ten days, Cangqiong's second delegation to deliver a meeting proposal to the Kuangsha lord finally succeeds.

The Kuangsha City warrior leading the way, perched on an eagle, looks down at the camp, his spirit jolted, and immediately throws his head back to emit a long roar:

"Aowoo—"

The wolf's low howl carries far across the vast desert; Hua Zheng stands on the watchtower, looks forward, and his keen sight spots the flock of eagles flying in the night sky.

He clenches his fists as if facing a great enemy, orders everyone to open the camp's main gate, and the group follows him to the gate.

The Kuangsha City sand wolf warrior first reports to his own, and after receiving the same Aowoo response, he turns toward the giant eagle and shouts, "We've arrived! We can't fly straight in; we must descend, wait for someone below to meet us, then follow them inside."

Cangqiong's expression is inscrutable in the darkness; he folds his arms, eyes lowered, gazing at the desert floor below.

Without a command from the lord, the eagle flock does not slow, charging toward the oasis in the darkness with a force that could overturn mountains.

The Kuangsha City sand wolf warrior startles, "Y‑you, do you want to start a battle?"

No one answers in the darkness; he gapes in terror, inhaling a gust of wind blowing toward him, about to emit a long hiss to warn below that Lei Ting Continent's arrivals are hostile.

The Kuangsha City sand wolf warrior's shout is cut off by a chilling terror that makes his hair stand on end; he feels a massive pressure from beside him, as if his body were being torn apart by a sharp claw.

He feels death close, and the fear of returning to the Beast God renders him speechless.

After a while, having waited to display Lei Ting Continent's warrior strength, Cangqiong's voice, tinged with a smile, drifts in the wind, "Go down."

The well‑trained giant eagles, upon receiving the lord's order, dive straight down like cannonballs, crashing onto the sand at the oasis's edge, raising a cloud of dust.

Cangqiong emerges from the dust; his handsome face hidden in the night, golden eyes precisely spot Hua Zheng's party not far away.

He merely glances without greeting, then shifts his gaze and leads his squad toward the open camp gate.

Obviously, the other side is too lazy to bother speaking to his petty group.

The people at the camp entrance freeze, legs rooted as if glued to the ground, daring not to move.

Hua Zheng's face turns black.

He had long anticipated the Lei Ting Continent lord's attitude; the other is young and strong, exuding a superior bearing, noble yet arrogant, and his command of lightning makes all Beastfolk fear him, also making Cangqiong's disdain seem natural.

Hua Zheng grits his teeth and moves, overcoming the terrifying blood‑line suppression from the powerful male Beastfolk, forcing himself to quicken his pace to chase that group.