The gift Zhang Yuan gave to Amu Guren and Asiya was a pair of Mandarin Duck Daggers.
These daggers were spoils of war that Zhang Yuan had acquired. As for which enemy they ca from, he had long forgotten—he had killed too many people.
The daggers were crafted with exquisite precision, their curved blades thin and sharp, yet remarkably tough.
Beautiful gems were inlaid on the dark gold handles, making them look very valuable.
Although this pair of Mandarin Duck Daggers was of high quality, they did not belong to the category of Profound Soldiers. Being petite in size, they were not suitable for Zhang Yuan’s use.
Thus, after obtaining them, he tossed them to the bottom of the storage space, never actually using them.
In fact, Zhang Yuan had a real Profound Soldier dagger.
There were quite a few similar knick-knacks in the storage space, most of which were picked up for free.
So taking out this pair of Mandarin Duck Daggers to give to the two little ones didn’t weigh on him at all.
Amu Guren and Asiya, on the other hand, were overjoyed.
They had never seen such exquisite weapons before, and the size of the daggers was just right for them, so they were both reluctant to let them go.
Their happiness was palpable!
Zhang Yuan had to remind them, "You can play with them normally, but don’t use them recklessly. It can be deadly."
Don’t underestimate these short daggers; they can still kill.
Penetrating Iron Armor is not a problem!
"Yes, yes!"
Amu Guren and Asiya nodded in unison, then happily tucked the daggers into their belts.
The other children of Zamuhu looked on with extre envy.
Actually, they also wanted to learn martial arts from Zhang Yuan, but the opportunity had already been given to Amu Guren and Asiya.
Zhang Yuan couldn’t take them as apprentices again.
Of course, while they were envious, the older children did not feel jealousy or resentnt.
They were also happy for their younger siblings.
Asiya, being obedient, said, "Thank you, Master."
Amu Guren was no fool either and quickly expressed his gratitude.
Zhang Yuan cheerfully patted the two on their heads and said, "Practice hard. If we et again in the future, I’ll give you better weapons."
Though he didn’t think there would be another chance to et Amu Guren and Asiya after he left the Hulan Grassland.
But life is unpredictable. He had thought the sa before, and now he was about to reach Nacuoda.
Zhang Yuan’s gaze turned to the distant snow-covered peaks.
Hulan Holy Mountain!
The convoy of cattle and horses continued toward Nacuoda, encountering more and more herders and travelers along the way.
A real road began to appear.
It seed that at this ti, all the tribespeople of the grassland had gathered here.
Zamuhu told Zhang Yuan that Nacuoda usually had a population of over one hundred thousand. During the Saigut Festival, the grassland people gathered in this sacred place would exceed five hundred thousand.
And there were also a large number of emissary delegations from other tribes.
The hustle and bustle were obviously apparent!
Zhang Yuan did not think Zamuhu was exaggerating, because upon arriving in Nacuoda the next day, he was astonished by the scene before him and found it quite incredible.
He saw a vast grassland in front of the snowy mountains, densely populated with thousands of tents.
So of these tents were very simple, others were extraordinarily luxurious, with colorful flags fluttering, people coming and going in bustling crowds, and countless cattle, sheep, and horses interspersed among them.
Even from miles away, Zhang Yuan could feel the energetic vibe in the air!
And what was truly awe-inspiring was a cluster of white buildings built against the mountain.
Nacuoda City!
It was said that this Hulan Sacred City was built over three hundred years ago, and it took several generations of Hulan Khans, who spared no expense, to expand it into its current scale.
Moreover, since its construction, Nacuoda City had suffered nurous foreign invasions.
But it had never fallen!
Therefore, the people qualified to live inside this sacred city were mostly the upper-class nobility of the Hulan Tribe, along with their relatives and servants.
As for the ordinary residents, securing a place outside the city was already considered a privilege!
To the southwest of Nacuoda City, there was a vast lake.
The lake was fed by streams ford from lted snow from the mountains, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and nurturing a lush grassland surrounding it, creating a uniquely beautiful landscape.
Along the lake’s shore, cattle and horse pens were built, teeming with countless livestock.
anwhile, in the southeast of Nacuoda City, there was a large open-air market.
That place was even more bustling.
Zamuhu’s family set up their camp about five miles from Nacuoda City.
There was no other choice; they arrived a bit late, and the closer spots to the Sacred City were either claid or occupied by others.
But Zamuhu and his wives were still delighted.
Because in previous years, their position was worse, and this year they considered themselves lucky.
The first step in setting up camp was to pen the cattle, sheep, and horses to prevent them from wandering away and becoming lost.
So of these cattle and sheep were for trading, while so were offerings to the tribe and the Celestial God.
This was the duty and responsibility of every grassland person.
Seeing that Zamuhu’s family was busy and would take at least a couple of days to settle in, Zhang Yuan thought for a mont and said, "Brother Zamuhu, I’ll go for a stroll outside and co back in the evening."
Zamuhu quickly replied, "Alright."
At the side, Amu Guren grew anxious, "Master, can I co with you?"
Although Asiya did not speak, the little girl blinked her big eyes, looking hopeful.
"Don’t disturb Master!"
Zamuhu imdiately turned stern, "Master has things to attend to; you need to be understanding."
This grassland man hadn’t forgotten that Zhang Yuan had a token from the Hulan Tribe and knew the warrior Bazhad.
The two little ones quickly shrank back their heads, not daring to speak further.
Zhang Yuan smiled, patting their heads, "I’ll bring you so delicious food when I return."
After bidding farewell to Zamuhu’s family, Zhang Yuan wandered around outside Nacuoda City.
Surrounding the white Sacred City, the outer city area seed chaotic with its tens of thousands of people. In fact, there was an order to their managent, displaying vibrant vitality.
However, the sll was sowhat unpleasant.
Walking through it, Zhang Yuan experienced the exotic customs, occasionally seeing patrols of tribal warriors with curved sabers passing by.
Within this area, he was undoubtedly a rather peculiar figure.
It was clear at a glance that he was an outsider, as his appearance, deanor, and attire were distinctly different from those of the grassland people.
Unsurprisingly, Zhang Yuan encountered a bit of trouble.
A patrol team of warriors stopped him.
One of the warriors, who looked like a leader, asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Where do you co from? What do you want to do in our Nacuoda?"
Zhang Yuan didn’t waste any words and directly took out the Jade Leaf token: "I’m here to find Bazhad."
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