Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

The blazing sun shines on the autumn lake, and the long wind unfurls the great banner.

The chieftain of the Blue Wolf tribe was the first to stand up. He wore a black cloak, strode to the platform, took the sword from his waist, and raised it above his head.

The scabbard was made of fine deerskin, and the hilt was inlaid with a red gemstone. The chieftain of the Blue Wolf tribe drew the scabbard with both hands, and a cold light immediately shot out from it.

"This knife belongs to the Southerners and has been with me for eight years. Today, I am taking it out to give to the true Great Aru of the grasslands."

Roar, roar, roar!

The crowd below cheered in unison.

The King of the North, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his eyes filled with both surprise and anger.

His lips were tightly closed, but three words resounded loudly in his chest.

No retaliation!

Eight years ago, the Great Yan fought a great battle against the barbarians. Gu Shanhe, the general of the northern region, died in battle and was posthumously honored as the Earl of Zhongzhuang.

His sword was taken by the barbarians, and despite several attempts by the Great Yan to send envoys to negotiate its return, they were unable to do so.

The chieftain of the Blue Wolf tribe threw his knife to the ground and returned to his seat.

"I can't be too stingy with such fine weapons." The chieftain of the Canglin tribe stroked his beard and laughed. "I have a prized horse named Black Shadow and White Spot. Whoever wins today will give this horse to the hero of my grasslands."

A member of the tribe led out a fine horse; the barbarians loved horses and regarded them as their closest companions.

Upon seeing the horse, gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

This horse was only two years old, just the time when it was ready to work. It was completely black from head to tail, like a piece of black ink, except for a white spot on its nose.

People are speculating who will win today, become the Great Aru, and become the master of this horse.

"There's a saying among the Southerners: a good sword is for a hero, and a good horse is for a good saddle," said the chieftain of the Bai Kui tribe. "In that case, I'll add a set of horse tack for our heroes on the grasslands."

As soon as the sound faded, a member of the Bai Kui tribe brought out a box. When the box was opened, its contents gleamed with golden light, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

The barbarians took out the horse tack from the box one by one and fitted it onto Wuying's body.

The purplish-red leather bridle, the mutton-fat jade saddlecloth on the forehead, the lightning-struck wood saddle covered with a layer of purple python skin and wrapped in gold, with patterns hammered out bit by bit, and the sunlight shines on it.

This black shadow, with its white dot, was already magnificent, and when paired with its saddle and bridle, it shimmered with iridescent light, making it seem like something otherworldly, a divine beast from heaven.

The surrounding barbarians stared wide-eyed, imagining how many grassland maidens would steal the hearts of today's victorious youth as he rode this magnificent steed.

What a heroic figure that must be!

The chieftain of the Blackwing tribe clapped his hands and ordered his people to bring out a set of bows and arrows. This was the Soul-Shocking Bow, which had been passed down through generations of the Blackwing tribe. Each owner had used it to kill powerful enemies and make a name for themselves.

Today, the Blackwing Tribe brought it out, and people are speculating about who will be the next owner of the Soul-Shocking Bow.

Is it Arling, the spirited young archer of the Blackwing Clan, or Bald Salt of the Redbone Tribe, or...?

The barbarian tribe has a wealth of talented young people, and today we will know who the true Beast King is.

After the Blackwing Tribe chief took out the Soul-Shocking Bow, all eyes fell on Ulemon.

Today, the five ethnic groups on the grasslands are led by the Red Bone tribe.

Ulemon, however, remained unhurried, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the King of the North: "Distinguished guest from the South, would you be willing to add some trinkets to the occasion?"

"Da Yan is doomed to lose today, so why make things difficult for Chief Wulemon?" The chief of the Bai Kui tribe laughed heartily, clutching his large belly.

"Since everyone is so interested, I'll join in the fun." The King of the North stared at the Unreturning Blade lying on the ground and said, "I'm willing to add another thousand taels of gold."

hiss!

The crowd couldn't help but gasp. Gold and jade were the most prized possessions on the grasslands. To be able to casually produce a thousand taels of gold, the Great Yan was truly wealthy and powerful.

"slow."

Ulemon waved his hand gently: "Gold and silver are common things, how can they be worthy of today's grand event?"

The King of the North calmed down and slowly asked, "Then what do you want?"

"Shen Qingzhou of Qingniu Pass has an only daughter whom he cherishes dearly. I heard that she has also come to the grassland this time. Why not take this as a prize and betroth her to today's Da Aru?"

The King of the North was immediately alarmed. Shen Ying's disguise and migration to the grasslands was a highly secretive matter, so how did Ulemon know about it?

"Is that so? How come I know nothing about it?"

"If you don't know, then let's leave it at that." Ulemon shifted his gaze to the distance, looking at the red sun in the west.

The King of the North was in turmoil, but he forced himself to remain calm.

He had his reasons for wanting to reclaim the sword, but was there still any hope for the grand banquet at the autumn hunt today?

He had placed high hopes on that person, but so far, the person has not given any response.

After all, hunting is also a game that involves a lot of luck.

But if we miss this opportunity, we may never be able to get the Unreturning Blade back.

Time waits for no one, and decisions can be made in an instant.

"I wonder what prize Chief Ulemon will offer this time?" the King of the North suddenly asked.

Ulemon smiled, knowing that the other party had fallen for his trap: "In my tribe, there is a stunningly beautiful woman named Anasha, whom I found by the lake. She has no father, no mother, no clan, and no relatives. No one knows her origins. I will use her as a prize; whoever becomes the Great Aru today will have her serve him."

The King of the North shook his head: "How could a mere wild woman be worthy of today's grand gathering? I've heard that the chieftain possesses a key that holds the secret to the treasure of the grassland king. It's only now that it's brought out that things truly become interesting."

Upon hearing this, the other four clan leaders also looked at Ulemon, showing interest.

Five hundred years ago, the king of the grasslands swept across the land, plundering countless riches. Later, he died mysteriously, and the treasures disappeared without a trace, leaving only a key behind.

Ulemon's eyes flashed slightly. That key had been in the clan for many years, but they had never found any useful clues with it, so it was practically useless.

But Shen Qingzhou's daughter is different; she may be the key to breaking through Qingniu Pass in the future.

Is a vague and elusive treasure more important, or the magnificent and prosperous Central Plains?

Ulemon opened his eyes again, a smile spreading across his face, and placed a black stone key on the high platform.

A precious sword, a fine horse, a divine bow, a key, and an unseen beauty.

Ulemon smiled smugly: "Your distinguished guest has come from afar, adding much color to our ancestral autumn hunting festival."

"Chieftain, don't be too happy yet. The outcome is still uncertain."

"Hahaha." Ulemon laughed heartily, as if he had never heard such a ridiculous remark before.

You're already on the verge of death, how can you still be so confident?

The other four clan leaders also smiled very happily.

Suddenly, a fast horse galloped by, its bells jingling. Everyone could see that a fat leopard was riding on its back.

"I wonder which tribe's men hunted such a fine prey."

Ulemon grinned, but suddenly his smile froze as he noticed a red rope tied to the leopard's left hind leg.