Chapter 1147

At the sight of this flash of light, Hearing Ying Zheng sighed inwardly, knowing that the Lu Li Tribe had ultimately been unsealed after all.

It was just that Hearing Cheng Jiao was still entangled with him, so he had no way of looking closely at why the Lu Li Tribe had ultimately been unsealed.

"Miss Xiao Li, it's your turn!"

Just then, Xin Qiji's voice came from the center of the sand.

Miss Xiao Li froze, knowing the moment of final choice had arrived.

"Mr., do you truly believe, as His Majesty Qin Huang says, that the Lu Li Tribe will bring calamity to the world?"

In the past, Miss Xiao Li wouldn't have cared about any of this.

After all, raised under the influence of the Lu Li Tribe's classics since childhood, she had only ever assumed the Lu Li Tribe was mired in dire suffering.

Even though Hearing Ying Zheng had said the Lu Li Tribe concerned the fate of all living beings under heaven, Miss Xiao Li could have refused to believe it.

But Hearing Gai Nie's oath earlier had shaken her resolve.

She was very afraid—if the Lu Li Tribe truly was as Qin Huang had said, then wouldn't she herself be standing squarely on the opposite side from Hearing Gai Nie?

That was not what she wanted.

"Whether it is or isn't—at this point, does it still matter?"

Hearing Gai Nie's expression was calm as he looked at Miss Xiao Li and said,

"Since we've already reached the final step, no one can stop the Lu Li Tribe from being unsealed."

"But if the Lu Li Tribe truly brings calamity to the world, as His Majesty Qin Huang says, won't Mr. Gai have to meet Miss Xiao Li on the battlefield?"

Although Miss Xiao Li had already directed the Pixiu to destroy Hearing Gai Nie's Yuan Hong Sword,

there had been a reason for it, and she had obtained Hearing Gai Nie's forgiveness.

But if the Lu Li Tribe truly was a calamity in the making, Miss Xiao Li truly did not know how to get along with Hearing Gai Nie.

"Miss Xiao Li, why haven't you come yet!"

Xin Qiji's voice came again at this moment, clearly somewhat impatient.

Gusu Murong Fu and Jiumozhi exchanged a glance and stepped forward at once.

Clearly, if Miss Xiao Li kept up this noisy delay any longer, they wouldn't mind stepping forward to take her away.

"You are you; the Lu Li Tribe is the Lu Li Tribe."

Hearing Gai Nie saw Miss Xiao Li's inner struggle and said at once,

"The Lu Li Tribe bringing calamity does not mean Miss Xiao Li brings calamity.

In your heart you must have been hoping for half your life, all to break the seal on this Lu Li Tribe.

If at this step you shrink back, I'm afraid you'll never find peace for the rest of your life.

What's more, by now it no longer depends on you."

As he spoke, Hearing Gai Nie smiled bitterly and looked toward Gusu Murong Fu and Jiumozhi.

If the Yuan Hong Sword were still here, he would have been confident he could protect Miss Xiao Li before these two great masters.

But now that the Yuan Hong Sword was gone, even if Miss Xiao Li didn't want to go, he could no longer protect her.

Only now did Miss Xiao Li suddenly realize that by scheming to destroy the Yuan Hong Sword, she had at the same time destroyed another path for herself.

"Fine! No matter what, Mr. Gai, Miss Xiao Li will never be your enemy again in this life.

The Yuan Hong Sword—I will compensate you for it."

Miss Xiao Li was no longer lost; she picked up the Pixiu, bowed to Hearing Gai Nie in salute.

Then she stepped past Gusu Murong Fu and Jiumozhi and walked resolutely toward the sand.

Watching Miss Xiao Li's figure gradually disappear into the wind and sand,

Hearing Gai Nie sighed inwardly as well, then firmly placed his hand on the hilt of the Yuan Hong Sword.

Even though the Yuan Hong Sword was broken, he could still rely on this broken blade to guard his own heart, and to safeguard the safety and well-being of the common folk of Great Qin.

As Miss Xiao Li stepped into the wind and sand, a while passed.

A faint beast's howl came.

Hearing Gai Nie listened carefully and felt this beast's howl was most likely the Pixiu.

So it turned out the final step of the unsealing actually required the Pixiu.

No wonder Hearing Cheng Jiao had firmly kept Miss Xiao Li and the Pixiu behind.

As that beast's howl ended, the raging wind and sand gradually subsided.

A surge of cloud and mist suddenly spread across the entire world.

The fighting between Great Qin and Despair Shanzhuang naturally came to a halt.

Under such dense cloud and mist, any fighting would be very hard to continue.

Hearing Gai Nie channeled true essence to his eyes, trying to see through the cloud and mist and make something out.

But strangely enough, this dense cloud and mist not only cut off the perception of martial arts Qi, but blocked all observation as well.

Beyond a few zhang around him, even Gusu Murong Fu and Jiumozhi, who weren't far off, Hearing Gai Nie could no longer see or sense.

Just as he was wondering to himself and about to follow his earlier memory toward the center of the sand to take a look,

Boom!

suddenly a heaven-shaking roll of war drums sounded, piercing the clouds.

Hearing Gai Nie looked toward the sound, yet still could see nothing.

Hng!

That was the sound of an army's ox-horn war-trumpet.

As this sound rang out, he heard wave upon wave of unintelligible cries coming.

The sound was like a great many people shouting in unison.

Yet strangely, Hearing Gai Nie could not make out a single word of those shouts.

But since there were shouts, there had to be people.

Hearing Gai Nie then followed the direction of the ox-horn and the shouting, walking briskly forward.

Along the way, whether it was people from Shanzhuang or the Shadow Guard, Hearing Gai Nie did not see a single one.

After walking for a while, he clearly felt the ox-horn and the shouts were just ahead, yet Hearing Gai Nie could never walk out of the cloud and mist.

A thought suddenly stirred in his heart, and Hearing Gai Nie immediately realized — could he have fallen into an illusion array again?

Just as he was thinking, the thick cloud and mist slowly dispersed.

Hearing Gai Nie was delighted, and immediately set forward again.

Before long, he truly walked through the fog and arrived at a desolate, broad valley.

This valley was ringed by mountains on three sides, with water on one.

Countless green-skinned, extremely tall people were gathered at a great parade ground in the valley, shouting at the top of their lungs.

At their center, a burly old man with snow-white hair stood on a high platform, raising a wooden staff and lecturing himself hoarse.

Every word of his speech drew howls and shouts from the green-skinned people below.

Every shout was answered without fail by war horns and war drums.

"Wh-wh-what… what on earth is this place? And who are they?"

Hearing Gai Nie was a little dumbfounded.

These green-skinned creatures still looked like people, more or less.

Except every one of them was not only far taller than an ordinary person, but also had two sharp tusks jutting out from their lower jaw.

To say they resembled people was less apt than saying they resembled wild beasts, evil ghosts!

Just as Hearing Gai Nie was stunned, he saw that at some unknown moment, Cheng Jiao had brought a group of Shanzhuang's top experts and walked up onto that high platform.

The white-haired old man took Cheng Jiao's hand, raised it high above his head, and loudly said something.

The green-skinned people below, seeing this, grew even more excited, letting out unknown shouts once more, as if cheering.

"Cheng Jiao? So these people must be the Lu Li Tribe?

But Miss Xiao Li is so petite and cute — how can her clansmen look like this?"

Only then did Hearing Gai Nie understand — he had unknowingly already entered the Lu Li Tribe.

But no matter how you looked at Miss Xiao Li, her appearance differed vastly from these supposed Lu Li Tribe people!

What exactly was wrong here?

"Wahaha…"