The identity of Zhao Ling’er was evidently very noble among the White Miao Tribe; as soon as Gaerjia called out, the White Miao soldiers on the city wall imdiately knelt down with a loud shuffle. The Black Miao soldiers were evidently also uncertain and puzzled, not knowing what to do for a mont———of course, the dark cannons on the airship pointed at them might have been a more effective deterrent.
When Fang Zheng and the others left the airship, Gaerjia hurriedly brought people over to Zhao Ling’er and respectfully knelt before her.
"Greetings, Your Royal Highness."
"For now, let’s set aside these formalities."
Looking at Gaerjia in front of her, Zhao Ling’er waved her hand.
"I ca here to solve the great drought in the Miao Territory first. As long as we have the Five Spirit Pearls, we can lift the drought......."
"But, the Five Spirit Pearls have already been lost......."
"With the help of my master, we have already found the Water Spirit Pearl, Thunder Orb, and Earth Spirit Pearl. Next, as long as we find the Wind Spirit Orb and Fire Spirit Pearl, we can complete the Five Spirit Pearls."
Saying this, Zhao Ling’er looked at Fang Zheng, who nodded his head.
"That’s right, the remaining two Spirit Orbs, the Wind Spirit Orb is with the phoenix in the Phoenix Forest, and the Fire Spirit Pearl is in the hands of the Fire Kirin. I believe you should be more familiar with these two places than I am, so there’s no need for to say more."
"Understood!!"
Gaerjia was not one to be frivolous; knowing the urgency of the situation, she quickly nodded after hearing Fang Zheng’s words and then stood up.
"I will personally dispatch soone to the Phoenix Forest and Kirin Cave to retrieve these two Spirit Pearls!"
Saying this, Gaerjia hurriedly called over a White Miao soldier, whispered a few words, and then once again respectfully looked at Zhao Ling’er.
"Please proceed to the Divine Temple to et with the Clan Leader, Your Royal Highness. I will go in search of the Spirit Pearls!"
After saying this, Gaerjia hurriedly left with the others. At that mont, the Black Miao soldiers also retreated swiftly, disappearing without a trace. Evidently, they also realized sothing was wrong———not to ntion the airship hovering outside the city wall was enough to intimidate these Black Miao soldiers.
Moreover, Zhao Ling’er had returned......it’s worth noting that Zhao Ling’er was not only the descendant of the White Miao Tribe but also the sole heir of the Black Miao Witch King. Now that the heir has returned, what should be done next......there must be a plan, right?
The Clan Leader of the White Miao Tribe was also quite respectful upon seeing Zhao Ling’er, but given the tense battle situation, Zhao Ling’er also wanted to know the situation on the Black Miao side. Thus, both parties did not exchange pleasantries and quickly got to the main topic. Soon, from the White Miao Clan Leader, everyone also learned about the current situation.
Just as they had seen, the entire Miao Territory was enduring a severe drought, and currently, only Dali City, the hotown of the White Miao Tribe, still had a water source. The Black Miao Tribe had also deployed their forces to attack Dali City precisely to seize this water source. They had already launched two attacks, and to be honest, the White Miao Tribe was struggling to hold on. If Fang Zheng had not arrived suddenly, the situation might have been much more dangerous.
"The only solution now is to gather all five Spirit Orbs quickly and restore life to this land......."
Zhao Ling’er, though only sixteen years old, was still a princess. Usually, she appeared like an innocent little girl beside Fang Zheng, but at this mont, her presence was fully displayed———of course, if her complexion weren’t so pale, she might have been more convincing.
"Your Royal Highness must be exhausted from the long journey. I’ll arrange for soone to escort you to rest..."
The White Miao Clan Leader, clearly noticing Zhao Ling’er’s pale face, quickly spoke up, while Zhao Ling’er shook her head.
"No, I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel a bit dizzy......"
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng frowned and closely observed Zhao Ling’er for a mont before standing up.
"Aya, Little Qian, Tsukiru, stay here with Ling’er, I’ll be back shortly."
"Where are you going, Brother Fang?"
Seeing Fang Zheng get up, Lin Yue hurriedly asked.
"Do you want to co with you?"
"No need, this is sothing only I can handle."
As a Ti Dragon, Fang Zheng certainly understood Zhao Ling’er’s current condition. Her tiline had already begun to fracture and fragnt since, by the logic of the ga, Li Xiaoyao would return to a decade earlier, rescuing Zhao Ling’er and Granny when they were surrounded by the Black Miao Tribe, and even confronting the Witch Queen, fighting a battle with the Water Monster.
Now, with Li Xiaoyao absent, it would naturally fall upon him to go back. If he didn’t, this tiline would fracture completely, veering toward a completely different future.
With this in mind, Fang Zheng didn’t hesitate further and hurried to the statue on the altar. As he gazed at the half-human, half-snake statue before him, he moved closer and extended his hand, placing it on the.......
Wait, how did Li Xiaoyao go back again?
Fang Zheng only rembered that Li Xiaoyao returned upon seeing the statue, but the exact thod was fuzzy. After all, this was a childhood ga, and Fang Zheng’s recollection of most storyline elents was due to the childhood trauma of getting lost in labyrinths. As for plot sequences like this, he only rembered generalities, not the specifics.
Hmm.... Was it touching the head? Chest? Or...
Fang Zheng glanced at the lower half of the statue, then looked away.
Never mind, I’ll try everything. Let’s hope Lady Nuwa doesn’t call the police.
However, regardless of how Fang Zheng fumbled with the statue, there seed to be no intention of triggering any storyline.
"...... What now?"
Gazing at the statue standing silently in place, Fang Zheng was completely at a loss. This was a joke, wasn’t it exactly how it happened in the ga?
Oh well, nothing to be done; I’ll rely on myself.
After fumbling for a long ti without "triggering" the storyline, Fang Zheng had no choice but to handle it on his own———fortunately, he was a Ti Dragon, and ti travel was part of his abilities. Since Nuwa wasn’t helping, he’d manage it himself!
With this resolve, Fang Zheng widened his eyes. Soon, tilines unfurled before him, weaving through the past, present, and future......Ti appeared as a rolling scroll in front of the Ti Dragon, flipping quickly. Scenes flashed rapidly in Fang Zheng’s mind, showing Dali City, the White Miao Tribe, the Black Miao Tribe, warfare, and...
Found it!
At that mont, an image sharply appeared in Fang Zheng’s mind: an old man clutching a child, being pursued by Black Miao soldiers.
This is it!
Fang Zheng reached out, grasped that tiline, and in the next mont, he vanished into thin air.
The radiance of ti raced past, his body tugged, squeezed, and twisted, much like a roller coaster ride. Then his vision went dark, followed by an abrupt ergence from the sky; he executed a roll and landed.
Just as this occurred, Fang Zheng’s sharp ears caught the sound of a child’s cry.
"You... you hurt Granny, you bad people!"
Then a man’s voice rose.
"Hmph, these banshees deceiving people, they’re no good. Cut them down!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng hurried his steps forward, and soon he saw a mountain path in the distance where three Black Miao soldiers surrounded an elderly and a young figure. The elderly one slumped on the ground, evidently wounded, while the little girl clung tightly to her, trembling as she faced the Black Miao soldiers.
At that mont, the Black Miao soldiers were already raising their blade against the little girl.
"You all go to hell!"
"No, you go to hell!"
Seeing this, Fang Zheng unhesitatingly slashed out, and flas erupted instantly, surging toward the three Miao soldiers!
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