Seeing the jade leaf in Zhang Yuan’s hand, the warrior leader was montarily stunned.
The next mont, he reached out his large hand, intending to snatch away the token, moving quickly and roughly.
But how could Zhang Yuan let him succeed? He imdiately stepped back, narrowly avoiding the warrior leader’s grasp.
The warrior leader grabbed nothing but air, a look of sha and anger flashed in his eyes as he shouted fiercely, "Give it here, I need to verify if it’s real or fake!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding warriors instinctively laid their hands on the hilts of their swords, glaring nacingly at Zhang Yuan.
The people around them all unconsciously retreated, leaving a large open area.
Zhang Yuan furrowed his brows, realizing he shouldn’t have taken out this token.
The other party clearly held a strong prejudice against outsiders like him, their attitude was very unfriendly.
So regardless of whether the jade leaf was genuine or fake, it was easy for them to find fault.
Zhang Yuan shook his head, tucked the token back into his chest, and said flatly, "Forget it."
He originally intended to find Bazhad, but now it seed unnecessary, it was his own miscalculation earlier.
"Forget it?"
The warrior leader assud Zhang Yuan had backed down, looking even more arrogant, "I think you look like a spy, kneel down and surrender imdiately, or else..."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Swords suddenly unsheathed, their bright, gleaming blades dazzling.
The air was thick with killing intent!
Zhang Yuan shook his head helplessly, suddenly reached out and seized the warrior leader’s throat.
No one could see Zhang Yuan’s movents clearly, including the warrior leader being held. He only saw a blur before his eyes, then felt his throat tightly locked by an iron grip, his whole body involuntarily lifted.
He was unexpectedly lifted high into the air by Zhang Yuan, completely off the ground!
A stir erupted all around!
Who could have imagined that in the sacred grounds of the Hulan Tribe, a stranger would dare to lay hands on a samurai guarding Nacuoda.
The warrior leader’s strength was not weak; he instinctively tried to struggle and resist.
But an unusual force surged from Zhang Yuan’s palm into his body, making his bones soft and muscles limp. He couldn’t even twitch a finger, let alone resist or counterattack.
In Zhang Yuan’s grasp, he was like a dead dog with its backbone stripped out!
The most terrifying part was, his breathing beca extrely difficult, his vision darkened, and he was dizzy with vertigo.
He felt an imnse, overwhelming fear of death!
"Stop!"
As the warrior leader’s subordinates were about to launch a desperate attack on Zhang Yuan, a white-haired elder parted the crowd and ca to stand before Zhang Yuan.
The elder held a skull bone staff, wore a white robe with golden edges, and had a fla pattern embroidered on his chest.
Seeing this white-robed elder, the surrounding herdsn and warriors all respectfully bowed.
Zhang Yuan saw this and released his grip on the warrior leader.
The latter fell to the ground imdiately, his whole body convulsing and limbs trembling, almost fainting then and there.
Zhang Yuan ignored this guy, smiled at the white-robed elder, and said, "I heard the Hulan Tribe is hospitable, so I ca to see the excitent, but I didn’t expect your way of hospitality is to accuse people of being spies and to rob them!"
These words were like a bomb among the local herdsn and warriors, making them glare at Zhang Yuan with angry eyes.
The warrior leader on the ground finally recovered, leaping up with the intent to hurl abuse at Zhang Yuan.
But a skull was pressed down on his shoulder, "Atuna, you were too reckless, step back."
It was the white-robed elder who stopped the warrior leader.
The warrior leader’s fury was doused with a bucket of cold water, and he wilted completely, "Yes, Elder!"
He slunk away with his subordinates.
Even so, his gaze towards Zhang Yuan was still filled with intense venom.
The white-robed elder raised his right hand to his chest and greeted Zhang Yuan with a bow, "Hello, warrior from afar, I am Bilige of the Hulan Tribe."
Zhang Yuan returned the gesture with a fist salute, "Daqian, Zhang Yuan."
"So it’s Lord Zhang Yuan."
Elder Bilige smiled and said, "Our Hulan Tribe welcos all friendly guests. Nacuoda is open to all friends, I believe you and Atuna must have so misunderstanding. If there was any offense, please forgive us."
"Forget it."
As the saying goes, don’t hit a smiling face. This Elder Bilige was clearly a person of high status in the tribe, and also seed to be of a Grand Mage level.
With such an attitude displayed by the other party, Zhang Yuan had no reason to pursue the matter further, "Farewell."
Though through this elder, Zhang Yuan certainly could find Bazhad.
But now he really had no interest anymore.
Just pretend he hadn’t co at all.
Having made up his mind, Zhang Yuan bowed again to Bilige, then turned and left.
The surrounding herdsn of Hulan imdiately made way for him.
And Bilige did not stop him, the tribal elder quietly watched Zhang Yuan’s figure disappear.
Then he summoned the uneasy Atuna, "Go ahead, what exactly happened?"
He hadn’t seen the beginning of the events, so he was unaware of the truth.
Atuna swallowed nervously, but obediently recounted the whole story in detail.
He wanted to hide his mistakes, but all his subordinates had seen and heard everything. If Bilige found out he was lying, the consequences would be much worse.
After listening, Bilige’s expression remained unchanged, showing neither joy nor anger, as he calmly said, "Atuna, I know you have so grievances with Bazhad, but you shouldn’t take it out on the guests he invited. Go back and self-administer thirty lashes and forfeit half a year’s salary."
Thirty lashes!
Atuna was instantly stunned.
He knew he would be punished, but didn’t expect it to be so severe.
Half a year’s salary didn’t matter much; Atuna’s family was wealthy and didn’t care about that inco.
But thirty lashes was a terrible punishnt.
The whip punishnt in the Hulan Tribe was infamous; ordinary people couldn’t withstand even five strokes. Although his physique was above average, he would still have to stay in bed for ten days to half a month after thirty lashes.
"Elder..."
This burly man showed a pitiful expression, trying to evoke the other’s compassion.
"I’m saving you."
Bilige said with a blank expression, "This Zhang Yuan might be stronger than Bugude, do you know how serious a mistake you’ve made?"
Stronger than Bugude?
Atuna was dumbfounded.
Bugude was the strongest among the younger generation in the Hulan Tribe; ten of him wouldn’t match even a finger of Bugude’s.
That young Zhang Yuan was actually stronger than Bugude?
He couldn’t believe it.
But how could Bilige possibly lie!
Seeing his bewildernt, Bilige couldn’t help but sigh, "Now, do you still think you’ve been wronged?"
Atuna was speechless.
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