The carriage rocked rhythmically, lulling Zhang Yuan into a dreamlike state.
Despite being surrounded by people he had just t, he felt no wariness or alertness; instead, he experienced an unprecedented sense of ease and leisure, completely relaxing his spirit.
This wasn’t just because of Zhang Yuan’s trust in Zamuhu’s family.
More importantly, with his current cultivation realm, he had nothing to fear.
In the Grandmaster Realm with the Six Harmonies Qilin Body, martial artists of tier four or five without the aid of profound soldiers couldn’t even breach his defenses!
It was unclear how long he had slept, but sothing unusual nearby made Zhang Yuan open his eyes.
He heard the laughter of children.
Zhang Yuan focused and saw that Zamuhu’s youngest pair of children had sohow climbed onto his carriage and were lying on either side of him.
Seeing Zhang Yuan awake, Zamuhu’s younger son, Amu Guren, grinned and said, "Uncle, Abo sent to bring you oil tea and snacks. Would you like to eat them now?"
As he spoke, the little fellow licked his lips.
On the other side, Ah Yasi carefully handed over a bulging leather pouch.
Zhang Yuan sat up, patted the heads of the two little ones, and said with a smile, "Thank you."
He glanced at the sun and realized he had slept for most of the day, and indeed, his stomach was feeling a bit hungry.
So, Zhang Yuan didn’t stand on ceremony and accepted the pouch from Ah Yasi.
He took out a teapot, cups, and snacks from it.
The oil tea Zamuhu had the children bring was still hot, and its taste was quite unique, feeling like a full cup of calories, an absolute energy drink.
The snacks were roasted small pies, slightly cold but even more to Zhang Yuan’s taste.
Seeing the two little ones beside him looking a bit greedy, Zhang Yuan shared a few with them.
Amu Guren and Asiya were a pair of twins, five years old, born to Zamuhu’s second wife.
This pair of little ones were not only clever and smart but also combined the best features of Zamuhu and their mother, undoubtedly the most attractive among all the children.
So they were quite pampered!
After finishing two small pies, Amu Guren blinked, looking as if he had sothing to say but hesitated.
Zhang Yuan glanced at him and laughed, "Do you want more?"
Amu Guren quickly shook his head and asked sowhat shyly, "Uncle, my Abo says you’re a mighty warrior, even stronger than him, is that true?"
Abo ans father and is how the children refer to Zamuhu.
In Amu Guren’s eyes, Zamuhu had always been the most powerful man, the pillar of their entire family.
A figure capable of anything!
So when Zamuhu told him that Zhang Yuan was much stronger, the little guy was bewildered.
Zhang Yuan patted his head and nodded, "Yes."
Although in the camp battle yesterday, Zhang Yuan only used the Eagle-Shooting Bow to shoot the Wolf King from a distance, helping Zamuhu’s family escape danger, he hadn’t shown his true strength.
But Zhang Yuan believed that Zamuhu had his suspicions and judgnts.
This was quite normal.
Thus, this prairie man showed such respect, even allowing his young wife to serve at night.
It wasn’t just to express gratitude for saving their lives.
In such circumstances, Zhang Yuan saw no need to deny it, nor did he think it necessary to hide his talents.
"Really!"
Amu Guren exclaid in amazent, and even Asiya beside him wore an expression of admiration.
Though they were twins, their personalities differed greatly.
Brother Amu Guren was quite mischievous, while sister Asiya was much more well-behaved.
But both were very cute.
Zhang Yuan reached into his nearby backpack and took out two tubes of candy for the siblings.
Asiya was imdiately captivated by the sweet and delicious candy, biting into it and squinting her eyes with joy, her delight evident.
Although Amu Guren was also tempted, his focus was different from his sister’s.
The little guy scratched his head and asked hesitantly, "Uncle, could you, could you teach so martial arts? Show ?"
He obviously knew that his request was presumptuous, blushing as he spoke.
Zhang Yuan took a sip of oil tea and smiled, "Sure."
According to Zamuhu, it would be half a month’s journey to reach Nacuoda with his family.
Zhang Yuan figured he might as well teach the little guy so martial arts to pass the ti, as it wouldn’t take much effort.
"R-Really?"
Amu Guren was surprised by Zhang Yuan’s promptness, montarily at a loss.
Zhang Yuan found it amusing and reminded him, "If this is your idea, shouldn’t you also tell your Abo?"
"Oh, right!"
Amu Guren suddenly understood, quickly jumped off the carriage, and ran to find his father.
Despite being just five years old, the little guy was incredibly agile and nimble, clearly having a martial arts foundation.
Zhang Yuan looked at Asiya beside him, "Do you want to learn?"
Teaching one child was already a favor; teaching two wouldn’t add any trouble.
Most importantly, Zhang Yuan found Asiya even more agreeable than Amu Guren.
Asiya clutched her candy dumbly, wearing a bewildered expression, "Huh? I can learn too?"
Zhang Yuan laughed heartily.
Not long after, Zamuhu rode over.
This prairie man was holding his youngest son, whose face bore a look of dejection.
"Brother Zhang Yuan,"
Zamuhu said apologetically, "My child is quite unruly, daring to make any kind of request. Please don’t mind him."
As he spoke, he put Amu Guren on the saddle and gave the boy’s buttocks a good smack.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Yet Amu Guren was remarkably tough, clearly on the verge of tears but refusing to cry, shout, or plead.
Zhang Yuan found it both funny and exasperating, advising, "Brother Zamuhu, I’m willing to teach him. Your child did nothing wrong, so please don’t hit him anymore."
Zamuhu found it difficult, "Brother Zhang Yuan, this really isn’t appropriate."
It’s universally known that martial arts are not lightly transmitted. Even on the plains, taking a master and learning skills is a serious matter. Amu Guren, despite his young age, must not breach this taboo.
It was one thing for Zhang Yuan to be easygoing; had it been soone narrow-minded, trouble might have befallen the family.
Zhang Yuan waved his hand, indicating to Zamuhu not to worry.
To him, this was just a small matter.
Zamuhu glared at his son and then tossed him back into the carriage.
Quickly, he left and returned again.
He brought Zhang Yuan a pitch-black iron block, approximately the size of an adult fist.
"Brother Zhang Yuan, this Celestial Divine Iron was originally ant as an offering to the Celestial God, but now I’d like to give it to you!"
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