Chapter 252: Cease Hostilities (End)

The people of the Giant Stone Tribe originally had little fighting spirit.

Bao'er Chijin kept shouting repeatedly, so they naturally retreated.

The people of the Blaze Tribe still wanted to pursue and kill, but Jin Gang went up and punched one unconscious, and the weapons gradually ceased.

"Amitabha."

Tang Luo uttered a Buddhist exclamation, like the sound of a bell striking, which brought complete silence to the scene.

"Donor, are you willing to cease hostilities?" Tang Luo asked Bao'er Chijin, lowering his raised hand onto the Piercing Wind Bone Sword, blood dripping to the ground without staining it in the slightest.

Bao'er Chijin covered his wound to reduce blood loss, nodding repeatedly.

He was afraid, truly afraid.

This person before him—where is there any compassionate, enlightened monk? Clearly, he is a demon, a wicked monk!

Speaking of ceasing hostilities with his mouth, if anyone does not comply, he will kill them…… Well, this seems to be another way of ceasing hostilities, using violence to counter violence, using killing to stop killing.

Bao'er Chijin was glad he had submitted in time; otherwise, he would have followed in Han Deshun's footsteps.

"Then what about this donor?" Tang Luo looked again at Han Deshun's son.

Following in his father's footsteps, Han Deshun lost an arm, his life or death unknown, so his son is now the chieftain of the Blaze Tribe.

"You killed my father and still want me to stop? Do you call killing people 'ceasing hostilities'?" The young man spoke fiercely.

Hearing this, Bao'er Chijin's eyebrows twitched; although Han Deshun had lost an arm, he was merely unconscious, and if treated promptly, his life could be saved.

But his son's words directly sentenced Han Deshun to death.

"Killing to protect life, cutting karma without cutting people." Tang Luo said, yet while speaking, he did not manifest as a Shura, nor did he have the resolve of 'I would rather go to hell than let anyone else go'—instead, there was a hint of demonic nature.

My path allows no obstruction; to block is to be cut—this cold ruthlessness and domineering aura also vaguely reveal a sense of unrestrained freedom.

"Then if I kill you, does that also count as ceasing hostilities?" Han Deshun's son asked.

"If the donor has the intention, please come; this poor monk will certainly receive it." Tang Luo said gently with a smile.

Han Deshun's son lowered his head, then after a moment raised it and shouted loudly: "Blaze Tribe, hear my command—this battle ends, no more weapons shall be moved!"

"Good."

Tang Luo smiled slightly.

Now, both the Blaze and Giant Stone Tribes are severely weakened and have ceased fighting.

Even if Tang Luo were to leave immediately now, they probably would not have the will to continue fighting; fighting on would truly mean total annihilation.

Winning or losing by chance, whichever side ultimately wins, there will be no true victor.

At most, they have done the work for other tribes as a wedding dress; it would be better to gather their thoughts, rest and recuperate—even if they must fight again, it would be years later.

"This poor monk has some things he wishes to ask the two donors." Tang Luo said.

After ceasing hostilities, it is time to do other things.

"Please speak, great master." Bao'er Chijin, who can bend and stretch well, though he inwardly wishes to cut Tang Luo into a thousand pieces, still forces a very ugly smile on his face.

Han Deshun's son remains silent.

"Do you two know of the Great Witch?" Tang Luo asked.

Han Deshun's son's face showed slight confusion: "The legendary Great Witch?" He did not understand why this monk suddenly asked about the Great Witch—what was he planning?

Bao'er Chijin's face changed slightly, his body trembled, tugging at his wound, causing unbearable pain.

"It seems this 'Startled Donor' knows—when and where will the Great Witch appear in the world?" Tang Luo asked directly.

Bao'er Chijin finally understood why this monk from the Great Seclusion had come—it was for the Great Witch about to emerge in the Northern Plains!

In this way, many things can now be explained clearly.

He heard that recently, it seemed some scouts from the Great Seclusion had learned news about the Great Witch, fled the Northern Plains for the Great Seclusion.

Some tribes of the Northern Plains also conducted searches.

As for the final result, no one knows how it turned out; now it appears likely that the scout successfully escaped and delivered the news to the Great Seclusion.

That is why these three Great Seclusion Immortal Masters have appeared here—to prevent the emergence of the Great Witch.

Know this: if the Great Witch truly appears, even without uniting the many tribes of the Northern Plains and marching south, he would still be a tremendous threat to the Great Seclusion.

Now is an age of worldly chaos; even those who once avoided the world and cultivated in seclusion have come down from the mountains to enter society—the actions of the strong affect the world.

There are also theories about struggles of fate and fortune.

Bao'er Chijin heard from his elders that in the past, priests did not have so many strange or mysterious methods.

His guess is roughly correct; even if minor details are wrong, it does not affect the main point.

However, Bao'er Chijin still has one uncertainty: if the Great Seclusion wishes to prevent the Great Witch from emerging, they should also act cautiously.

Why did they appear so openly, interfere in tribal conflicts, and even ask directly?

Even if these three people have strength not inferior to that of a 'Witch,' but do not forget—the Northern Plains Five Great Tribes have as many as six Witches.

Moreover, this is their home turf—once they come, they cannot leave.

Immortal Masters and Witch Masters, though their methods are profound and strange, are not able to do as they please.

Bao'er Chijin does not understand why these three people act so openly, boldly declaring their purpose.

Could it be……

Bao'er Chijin shuddered in shock—could it be that these three people intended from the beginning to completely silence everyone?

"Startled Donor, your face keeps changing." Tang Luo's words made Bao'er Chijin suddenly awaken: "Are you thinking of some lies to deceive this poor monk?"

"No……" Bao'er Chijin instinctively denied.

"Not having any is best." Tang Luo said, "Please also tell the donor when and where the Great Witch will appear."

"Not hiding it from the Immortal Master." Bao'er Chijin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forced a smile: "I merely obtained this information by chance, but the specifics—how could someone like me know?"

"Oh, then may the donor know who might be able to know this information?" Tang Luo asked.

Bao'er Chijin slowly said: "Above the Northern Plains, there are many powerful tribes; their leaders certainly know more than I do. But to obtain absolutely certain information, one likely needs several 'Witch Lords'."

"That great shaman, too, will only come from a few 'Shaman Lords'."

The so-called emergence of a great shaman naturally does not refer to anyone's birth, but rather someone being capable of ascending to the realm of a great shaman.

As for who it is, specifically, probably few people know, but those who can obtain the news can all be certain that it is one of the six shamans.

This is also the reason Cao and He stop Tang Luo from going to the Northern Wastes.

When a great shaman emerges, protection will inevitably be tightened to the extreme; wanting to destroy it is no longer a matter of entering a tiger's den.

It can basically be counted as walking into a net, giving one's life away for nothing.

"After all this fuss, not even a slightly accurate piece of news?" Tang Luo said, quite disappointed.

The matter of stopping war has provided him with considerable merit and virtue; if he could also learn news related to the great shaman, that would be even better—it would be double the joy.

"Perhaps, it might just be in the Fusang Tribe!" Bao'er Chijin hurriedly said, fearing Tang Luo might turn hostile.

"Oh? Why?" Tang Luo asked.

Bao'er Chijin said: "The Fusang Tribe has two Shaman Lords; though its population is only middling among the five great tribes, its strength is among the best, able to match the Bear Tribe and even slightly surpass the remaining three tribes."

This information was what Cao and He had said before.

"So I guess the likelihood of the great shaman emerging from the Fusang Tribe is the highest." Bao'er Chijin said anxiously.

By now, he can only try to say something useful, praying this demon monk won't strike a killing blow.

As for resistance, Bao'er Chijin has seen the opponent's strength and has already dismissed that thought.

"Hmm." Tang Luo responded, "Besides, there is one more matter—I, the poor monk, wish to borrow something from you, patron."

Upon hearing this, Bao'er Chijin's face changed drastically, and he immediately knelt on the ground: "Immortal Master, spare my life! Immortal Master, spare my life!"

Tang Luo chuckled: "Patron, you misunderstand; I, the poor monk, merely wish to borrow a few thousand-li horses from you."

Bao'er Chijin's body relaxed, nearly fainting: "Just ask for horses? Must you beat around the bush? You sound like you're borrowing my head for use, like in some grand Youwen drama."

As long as you spare him, not to mention horses—even his mother could lend them.

This deliberate mystification was indeed Tang Luo's doing; simply put, it was to scare Bao'er Chijin again, consolidating the effect of stopping war.

Although merit has already been obtained, Tang Luo also doesn't mind handling things more perfectly, ensuring the two tribes won't resort to arms again.

After this scare, Bao'er Chijin, who has preserved his strength somewhat intact, will certainly not entertain such thoughts again.

As for the Flaming Tribe here, frankly speaking, being able to preserve the tribe from extinction is already a great fortune.

Having taken six fine horses for convenience of changing mounts, Tang Luo and his three companions departed in a cloud of dust, their goal now directly set on the Fusang Tribe.

Anyway, the news is quite secretive, and we can't dig up any details; better to strike straight at the yellow dragon—even if it's not the Fusang Tribe, it's likely in one of the other tribes.

After all, there are only five tribes; at worst, we'll just go through them one by one.

The five great tribes naturally won't be like small tribes, wandering without fixed abodes, constantly changing locations.

In fact, medium-sized tribes have basically already settled in one place; even if nomadic, it's only part of the people who migrate.

Let alone the five great tribes—they have actually basically transitioned from nomadic civilization to agricultural civilization.

In all aspects, they are close to the Great You; calling them a small state is not an exaggeration.

The positions of the five great tribes can be easily found without inquiry—just that the journey there will inevitably involve hardships and obstacles, which is another matter entirely.

Regarding Tang Luo's decision to strike straight at the yellow diamond, the two Vajras had no objections.

Temporarily receiving no branch missions, the Vajras felt somewhat regretful, originally thinking they would get branch missions shortly after entering the Northern Wastes.

It seems missions are not so easily triggered.

The anticipated major mission of "destroying the great shaman" or "preventing the emergence of the great shaman" will likely only appear after truly making contact with the 'Shaman'.

Having come to the Northern Wastes, it's naturally impossible to do nothing just because of fear of danger; moreover, with Master Xuanzang beside us, failing to seize such an opportunity might invite heavenly punishment.

"Are you two injured? Do you need this poor monk to consecrate and heal you?" Tang Luo asked while walking forward.

"No need, Master; just minor external wounds." The Vajra wanted to make a bodybuilding move, but upon hearing Tang Luo's warning, he immediately lowered his hand, his expression rather regretful.

"It's fine." Tang Yuhan said, her brows suddenly furrowing as she asked, "Master, where is your cat?"

Won't that adorable little cat just be lost like this?

"It's behind." Tang Luo said, and as his words fell,

Tang Yuhan felt her shoulder sink slightly—that little cat had already landed on her shoulder, head held high, looking proud.

I don't know what it's proud of.