Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 146 The Ancestral Spirit's "Oracle"

The weather had just warmed up, and the snow on the grassland had not completely melted, so riding horses on the ground was not a good option.

However, in order to participate in the annual deer hunt, the chieftains of each tribe would set off in advance.

Bilge should have done the same.

But this year his tribe suffered a great calamity.

Several tribes with tens of thousands of people were destroyed by a great disaster. Bile's tribe was already relatively weak, and such a loss made him so heartbroken that he couldn't sleep night after night.

He had already spent a great deal of energy just appeasing the barbarians under his command.

The only good thing was that the powerful Sugh chieftain was dead, and his tribe suffered not only heavy losses but was almost wiped out.

Bille breathed a sigh of relief, at least he didn't have to worry about his neighbor taking the opportunity to annex his tribe.

But the crisis was not over. Bile's tribe was not only adjacent to Suhe, but also had several other neighbors who were eyeing him covetously.

Fortunately, the day of the deer hunt is approaching. According to custom, before the deer hunt, all tribes will try their best not to start wars, so as not to anger the ancestral spirits and bring down great disasters.

Just like the calamities suffered by the tribes of Bile and Suhe.

The people of northern Xinjiang regard all major disasters as punishment from their ancestral spirits. Bile has been praying before the statue of the ancestral spirits for a long time, hoping to receive a response from them.

They guided him on how to overcome this difficult situation.

The priests of the Bile tribe quickly held a grand ceremony, and the ancestral spirits responded.

"If we want the Le tribe to survive, we should cooperate with the people of the Central Plains."

This answer puzzled Biler. Although the people of the Northern Frontier and the people of the Central Plains did not have any deep-seated hatred, they often had friction. In particular, the Suhe tribe, which guarded the grasslands outside Luoyan Town, had never fought a major battle, but every year dozens of people were killed or wounded on both sides.

People from the northern frontier and those from the Central Plains mostly do business in leather goods and tea, and rarely interact on a daily basis.

Cooperate with the people of the Central Plains?

Bile doesn't know many people from the Central Plains, how can he find them?
But a few days later, news arrived that a man from the Central Plains had built a city on Suhe's former golden tent. Bille thought his spies had gone blind or been bewitched by something.

How do you build a city on a vast snow-covered plain?

Where do the stones and wood come from? Do we just dig them up locally? How many people would have to work themselves to death to build a city?
But no matter how many spies are sent out, the result is the same.

The people of the Central Plains were building a city, a very large city, and they had already built magnificent city walls.

"Only eagles can scale their walls; our arrows may not even reach the top. This city is not inhabited by people, but by ghosts. Countless ghosts roam within it, and even the sky is overcast, with dark clouds forever shrouding this ghost city."

This was the unanimous answer from the spies.

The city, built like a miracle in the snowfield, has left behind some very frightening legends.

How could Bile dare to cooperate with such a person? But since that's what the ancestral spirit said, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and send a message to the master of Fengdu City.

They dared not send official messengers because no one dared to approach this ghost town; they could only send messages into the city from afar with bows and arrows.

Bille didn't even dare to invite the master of Fengdu City to the tribe to discuss cooperation. Instead, he directly invited him to the deer hunting party. If there were any problems, at least the leaders of other tribes would be there, as well as the mysterious high priest, who would surely be able to keep things under control.

Bil thought he had done everything he could, but then the priest beside him said, "Oh no, we've made a mistake, the ancestral spirits are furious!"

"How could this anger the ancestral spirits?"

Bile was completely baffled. Didn't the ancestral spirits tell them to cooperate with the people of the Central Plains? They were just about to cooperate, so where did they go wrong?

Another grand sacrificial ceremony was held, nearly draining the Bile tribe dry, before they finally received another divine message from their ancestral spirit.

Cooperation is possible, but not with the people of the Central Plains in Fengdu City.

The priest gave Bile a time and a location, instructing him to lead his men to wait there, where the people from the Central Plains, guided by the ancestral spirit, would appear at the corresponding time and place.

Biler had no choice but to bite the bullet and send someone to wait.

Instead of a single person, they were greeted by a group of people from the Central Plains.

Moreover, they did not come on horseback or on foot, but descended from the sky in a treasure ship.

If Chen Ye were here, he would recognize one of the people on the boat as Feng Huaiyu of the "Qinghe Sect".

The treasure ship was filled with cultivators from the Central Plains, but they belonged to a very special group. They were not rogue cultivators, nor were they disciples of well-known major sects, but rather cultivators from many small sects.

They have lineages, like Feng Huaiyu, who has the "Qinghe Sect" behind him, but most of these sects are not famous, not even comparable to Cixin Temple. Among the cultivators of these small sects, those who have reached the Nascent Soul stage are rare, or almost nonexistent.

After all, the Nascent Soul Realm is essentially a minor form of immortality, so whether or not one takes on disciples is not very meaningful. Most people will choose to cultivate diligently and break through to a higher realm.

Therefore, most sect leaders of small sects are at the Profound Realm. The reason why the Venerable Lord allowed Chen Ye to establish his own sect was because he knew that Chen Ye already had the ability. It's just that Chen Ye himself lacked experience and didn't know how bad the small sects in the cultivation world were.

Bile never expected that, following the instructions of the ancestral spirit, he would actually find people from the Central Plains with whom he could "cooperate".

These Central Plains cultivators who are piloting the treasure ship look very capable and should be able to help me overcome this difficulty.

He invited everyone to his golden tent, where he personally received them. As expected, thanks to the blessings of their ancestors, the two sides had a very pleasant conversation. The people from the Central Plains on the treasure ship were willing to lend a helping hand and accompany Bile to the deer hunt.

These extraordinary individuals displayed their skills, which delighted Bi Le. These Central Plains people were indeed powerful, more so than thousands of tribal warriors combined.

With their help, the deer hunt will be able to win.

Although this is only a symbolic honor, as long as three consecutive victories are achieved, the high priest can be asked to intervene and prevent other tribes from daring to attack Tabil for a year.

However, Bile was not a fool. Even if this was the guidance of the ancestral spirit, these people from the Central Plains should not offer help without any conditions.

After making some inquiries, it was discovered that this group of people from the Central Plains had come to the northern frontier to "preach."

Hearing their explanation, Biller felt relieved.

It's just proselytizing; it's not the first time.

The Northern Frontier has encountered cultivators from the Central Plains more than once. They have also taken on disciples and taught here, and some of them have even become guardian deities of certain small tribes, worshipped like ancestral spirits.

But as time went by, these Central Plains cultivators who came to preach either died violent deaths or left on their own, and over the years, no one has been able to establish a foothold in the Northern Frontier.

There were quite a few cultivators from the Central Plains this time, but Bile didn't care. If they wanted to spread their teachings, let them. As long as he could get through this year, everything else would be fine.

Bille enthusiastically introduced to everyone, "There are cities built by you Central Plains people on the Suhe tent. After the deer hunt, you can preach in Suhe's territory."

Anyway, all of Suhe's people were dead, so they could do whatever they wanted with the scorched earth.

Bille also came to his senses. No matter how fertile that grassland was, it was not something he could consume right now. Since he didn't need it himself, he might as well give it to these people from the Central Plains as a favor.

It's not too late to reconsider the ownership of this grassland once your tribe has grown stronger.

The proposal was immediately agreed upon by the Central Plains cultivators, who expressed their determination to help Bile achieve three consecutive victories, not only to help his tribe overcome the difficulties but also to gain the approval of the people of the Northern Frontier to preach here.

It sounded like a win-win situation, so the cooperation proceeded smoothly.

With the Deer Hunting Festival fast approaching, this group of Central Plains cultivators used a treasure ship to carry Bile and his tribal warriors to the Deer Hunting Pool, ensuring he wouldn't be late.

Such thoughtful service made Bile even happier, thinking that it was indeed the blessing of the ancestors that allowed him to successfully overcome the calamity by cooperating with these people from the Central Plains.

On the treasure ship, Feng Huaiyu sat at the bow, gazing at the snow-covered plain below in a daze.

A purple-robed, long-bearded cultivator appeared behind him, braving the cold wind. The purple-robed man said to Feng Huaiyu, "Fellow Daoist Feng, you seem to be troubled by something. Is it because I haven't been hospitable enough?"

Feng Huaiyu turned his head and quickly said, "Fellow Daoist Pang, you flatter me. I've just never seen the scenery of the Northern Frontier before, and I was just a little lost in thought."

The man in purple robes laughed and said, "There's no need to use such empty words to deceive me. Fellow Daoist Feng, are you dissatisfied with our previous methods? You come from the Qinghe Sect, so I suppose your style of doing things is somewhat similar to that of the Qinghe Sword Sect. You can't stand our deception and trickery in fooling these barbarians?"

Feng Huaiyu didn't say anything, but that was roughly the gist of it.

The so-called ancestral oracle that Biller heard was actually a hoax.

Their tribal priests had long been secretly bewitched by magic, and the so-called ancestral oracle was nothing more than a play they had arranged.

The man in purple robes laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng is just as noble and upright as the Qinghe Sword Sect, so it's normal that you can't stand such methods. However, our trip to the Northern Frontier is not to deceive people, but to wipe out the remnants of the Nirvana Sect. This demonic sect has sacrificed hundreds of thousands of people in the Northern Frontier, and every cultivator in the world has the right to kill them. We just want to integrate into the Northern Frontier as soon as possible and find these demons."

"This little trick can save a lot of time, and maybe even save a few more people."

Feng Huaiyu had heard this explanation before, and it was because of these words that he boarded this treasure ship.

The ship was full of cultivators from minor sects, who said they were going to the Northern Frontier to slay demons and monsters so that the famous sects would look at them differently. Some even thought that as long as they could kill the remnants of the Nirvana Sect, they could take this opportunity to join one of the five righteous sects.

That's not entirely wrong.

To reward those "righteous warriors" who slay demons and monsters, the five righteous sects would accept a few rogue cultivators as disciples every few years as a form of recognition.

Apart from the Qinghe Sword Sect.

The Qinghe Sword Sect has very high standards for accepting disciples; simply being a chivalrous hero is far from enough.

Everyone in the Qinghe Sect wanted to join the Qinghe Sword Sect, but they knew it was unlikely. Feng Huaiyu had met Wang Wancheng before and was persuaded by him, so he gradually gave up and stopped thinking about joining the Qinghe Sword Sect.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and encountered this group of people, and thought that perhaps it was possible to join another righteous sect?

(End of this chapter)