Starting with a blind date with a female constable, you acquire the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Chapter 236 Saintess Mo Baichan

After arriving in the Xianbei territory, Gu Guanqi finally understood why, throughout history, there have been very few instances of Central Plains states invading the territories of the Hu people. Even when they did, they would only fight and kill before returning without occupying any territory.

These territories inhabited by non-Han peoples are of little value to the Central Plains. If they were occupied, it would require a huge cost to govern them.

Moreover, the cost for a large army to travel to such a place is too high. They could easily get lost if they were not careful. Such places are either grasslands or endless deserts, so maps are almost meaningless.

After Gu Guanqi entered, he could only fly forward based on his memory for a short time. Fortunately, his cultivation level was high, so he could go for a long time without eating or drinking, and his speed was fast enough to allow him to keep trying and making mistakes.

However, if a large army is mobilized and a misjudgment is made in one direction, it could be a catastrophic disaster.

It took Gu Guanqi several days to finally reach the territory of Tanhan Mountain, and it was the first time he had seen greenery in all these days.

However, after searching for a long time in that area, he did not find any trace of the Xianbei royal court.

The setting sun over the long river, amidst endless yellow sand.

Gu Guanqi sat on a rock, took out a water bag from his waist and drank.

There are many mountains around, but they are all barren. There are only a few patches of grass, and not a single tree.

Just then, the sound of bells came from not far away. Several sheep walked slowly from a hillside. A six or seven-year-old boy rode on the back of a large, sturdy sheep. He was dressed in the distinctive clothing of the Xianbei people and held a sheep-driving whip in his hand.

The little boy had dark, rough skin, but bright eyes. He saw Gu Guanqi from a distance, his eyes filled with curiosity. A moment later, he drove his flock of sheep past Gu Guanqi.

After walking a short distance, he turned the sheep's head around again, tilting it to look at Gu Guanqi, and asked, "Are you from the Central Plains? Can you understand my language?"

The child was speaking Xianbei, but Gu Guanqi could understand it. He had studied Xianbei during his time in Liangzhou.

With his current level of martial arts prowess, he has already reached the point where he can observe the laws governing the world. Therefore, learning a language is naturally a piece of cake for him. Thus, he can not only understand Xianbei language, but also speak it.

"I am from the Central Plains."

Gu Guanqi answered in Xianbei language. However, to his surprise, he thought that the child would be hostile or afraid as soon as he heard that he was from the Central Plains. After all, the Xianbei and the Qian Kingdom had been at war for many years.

But the child wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he flipped off the sheep's back and said, "I knew I wasn't wrong! You really are from the Central Plains! Just like my mother said, people from the Central Plains are all very good-looking and very clean!"

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Gu Guanqi asked.

The little boy asked疑惑地问道：“Are you a bad person?”

Gu Guanqi shook his head slightly and said, "I shouldn't be a bad person."

The little boy said, "Then I'm not afraid."

Gu Guanqi asked, puzzled, "But I'm from the Central Plains. Aren't you afraid of people from the Central Plains?"

"Why should we be afraid of the people from the Central Plains?" the little boy asked, puzzled. "Aren't the people from the Central Plains very kind? My mother said that the porcelain jars we use were given to us by the people from the Central Plains, as were our clothes. They are very generous when they come to trade for our sheep!"

Gu Guanqi asked, "Don't you know that your Xianbei are at war with the Central Plains?"

The little boy nodded and said, "I know, but I don't understand why there's a war. My father and my older brother were conscripted to fight. Aren't the people of the Central Plains good people? Why do we have to fight them?"

"this----"

Gu Guanqi naturally knew why there was a war, but he didn't intend to explain it to such a small child, so he said, "I don't know why there's a war either."

The little boy asked, "So who struck first?"

"You Xianbei people," Gu Guanqi said, "are going to steal our grain and our land."

The little boy was silent for a moment, then said, "They're wrong, they're bad people."

Gu Guanqi couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "Don't you want to rob the Central Plains of their grain?"

The little boy shook his head and said, "Why do we have to steal? Can't we exchange them? I don't like people who steal other people's things. Every time those knights come, they steal our sheep and our food. I don't like it."

Gu Guanqi asked, "Did someone steal your things?"

"Well," the little boy said, "but the great shaman told us that those people are knights of the royal court, and they collect offerings for the king. We cannot resist them, and even our tribal chief is afraid of them."

Gu Guanqi drank the last drop of water from his water bag and asked, "Do you know where there's water around here?"

The little boy took the water bag off his waist and said, "I still have water here. You can drink first, and then I'll bring more."

"Go, there's water in our village."

Gu Guanqi looked at the little boy and asked, "What's your name?"

The little boy said, "My name is Qiu Muxi. My dad said there is an animal called a rhinoceros, which is very strong. So, I hope that when I grow up, I can be as strong as a rhinoceros, so that I won't be bullied."

After saying that, Qiu Muxi asked again, "Central Plains person, what is your name?"

Gu Guanqi replied, "My name is Gu Guanqi."

"Your names, people from the Central Plains, must all have meaningful connotations," Qiu Muxi said. "However, you don't need to tell me; I certainly wouldn't understand." With that, he held up his water bag and asked, "Would you like some?"

"No need, I'm not thirsty right now," Gu Guanqi said.

"Then come with me!"

Qiu Muxi climbed onto the sheep's back again and said, "You're too big for the sheep to carry, so you'll have to walk on your own."

Gu Guanqi smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

Qiu Muxi stared blankly at Gu Guanqi, then grinned and said, "You look so beautiful when you smile, like all the older women in the village."

If she saw you, she would definitely be overjoyed. If you also have a sister you like, you can go to the high shaman. He can give you land and sheep, and you can live with that sister!

Gu Guanqi said, "I will return to the Central Plains in a while."

Qiu Muxi said, "Then you can take one of the older sisters back with you. The older sisters in the village are very willing to go to the Central Plains. And you can speak our Xianbei language, so it's perfect for you."

Gu Guanqi asked, "Do you Xianbei people really like the Central Plains and its people?"

Qiu Muxi said, "I don't know, but our tribe welcomes people from the Central Plains. However, I heard the Great Shaman say that some tribes don't like them; they kill people from the Central Plains and feed them to their wolves!"

Gu Guanqi raised an eyebrow slightly.

From Qiu Muxi's words, he roughly understood that the Xianbei state was composed of many tribes, but different tribes had different views on the Central Plains, and not all Xianbei people wanted to fight or invade the Central Plains.

Along the way, Gu Guanqi and Qiu Muxi chatted idly about this and that.

Qiu Muxi was very curious about the Central Plains, curious about everything, such as what clothes to wear, how often to bathe, and so on.

The questions of whether or not people in the Central Plains raise sheep, such as how many meals they eat, are raised.

The two walked for quite a while, until the sun was almost setting, and finally they arrived at a village.

The villages of the Xianbei people were completely different from those of the Central Plains. They consisted entirely of mobile tents, concentrated on a grassland surrounded by sheep and cattle. There were very few places to grow grain, and even when grain was grown, it was only in small quantities of millet and sorghum planted on riverbanks and in valleys.

Gu Guanqi's attire was out of place here. As soon as he entered the village, he attracted the attention of many people. Many people came up to ask him questions, and some children simply followed him all the way, asking him all sorts of questions just like Qiu Muxi.

The children who had come with them did not disperse until they arrived at Qiu Muxi's house.

Qiu Muxi's family had only two large tents, and the surrounding area was messy, with sheep hoof prints everywhere.

"Mother!"

Qiu Muxi drove the sheep he had brought back into the pen and then shouted loudly.

A short while later, a dark-skinned woman came out of the tent. Her skin was very rough, and much of her hair was white. She looked to be in her fifties or sixties.

But Gu Guanqi was a highly skilled doctor, and he could tell at a glance that the woman's real age was no more than forty years old, but she looked much older because of long-term exposure to the sun and wind.

When the woman saw Gu Guanqi, she immediately became very reserved and pulled Qiu Muxi aside to ask him in a low voice.

Qiu Muxi said frankly, "Mother, this Brother Gu is from the Central Plains. I met him over at Dongshan. He was out of water and came to fetch some. But it's getting dark, so I'd like him to stay at our house. He can sleep with me tonight!"

Gu Guanqi stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Madam Qiu Mu, I'm sorry to have bothered you. I can pay for your lodging."

Qiu Muxi said, "Brother Gu, this is my mother, her name is Daximu."

Da Ximu said very reservedly, "This—Gu—" She thought for a moment and came up with a form of address: "Mr. Gu, my home is very simple, I'm afraid you won't be used to it, but if you don't mind, it doesn't matter."

Da Ximu was an adult, unlike Qiu Muxi, who was just a child. Seeing Gu Guanqi's clothes and demeanor, she understood that Gu Guanqi's status was definitely not on the same level as their family, so she seemed very restrained and even stuttered a little when she spoke.

Gu Guanqi said, "Then thank you very much."

Just then, another person came out of the tent; it was a very young girl.

A strange light flashed in Gu Guanqi's eyes.

It wasn't that the girl was particularly beautiful enough to amaze Gu Guanqi; on the contrary, the girl's appearance was very ordinary, only slightly prettier than the average woman, and could only be described as pretty.

However, to Gu Guanqi's surprise, the woman seemed out of place in the environment. Although she was dressed very simply, she had fair skin and a kind of holy aura.

"Brother, Aunt, have we had any guests?" the woman asked.

"Sister," Qiu Muxi said, "this is my elder brother from the Central Plains, his name is Gu Guanqi." Then, Qiu Muxi said to Gu Guanqi, "Brother, this is my elder sister from another tribe, her name is Mo Bai!"

Gu Guanqi clearly noticed that the girl named Bai Chan's emotions fluctuated when she heard his name, so she was very likely to have heard of him before.

"Mo? A surname from the Central Plains?" Gu Guanqi asked, puzzled.

The girl was carrying a basin filled with millet. She said softly, "Mo Bai is my surname, and my name is Mo Baichan."

Gu Guanqi's pupils contracted slightly, and he thought to himself, "Could it be such a coincidence?"

The Xianbei holy maiden was named Mo Baichan, and according to his understanding, the Xianbei holy maiden loved to go deep into the common people.

Just as Mo Baichan announced her full name, Gu Guanqi noticed that Qiu Muxi's mother, Da Ximu, trembled slightly, and fear showed in her eyes.

"Mr. Gu!" Mo Baichan asked, her eyes pleading, "May I speak with you alone for a few minutes?"

Gu Guanqi nodded slightly and said, "Of course."

Mo Baichan breathed a slight sigh of relief, turned around and handed the basin to Da Ximu, saying, "Auntie, you and my brother go in first. I need to talk to Mr. Gu for a while. If we come back late, we don't need to wait for dinner."

"Can I come along?" Qiu Muxi asked immediately.

However, before Mo Baichan could refuse, Da Ximu carried Qiu Muxi into the tent.

Mo Baichan bowed respectfully to Gu Guanqi with one hand over her stomach and said, "Mr. Gu, I just heard from my brother that you're out of water. I'll take you to fetch some."

Gu Guanqi cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much!"

Immediately afterwards, Mo Baichan led Gu Guanqi toward the riverbank in the distance.

The grassland is vast and boundless, with flocks of sheep and cattle everywhere. The village on the vast grassland looks very lonely. Because the grassland is so vast, even though there are many people in the village, it always feels like there are very few people.

Mo Baichan walked in front, and Gu Guanqi followed behind.

No one bothered us along the way.

The two walked to a riverbank where there was a well. Mo Baichan said, "This well is used by everyone in Qiumu Village, and it's very clean."

Gu Guanqi walked to the well.

There was a well pulley with a rope and a bucket attached. What surprised Gu Guanqi was that there was a stone statue next to the well. Although it was not big, it was very finely polished.

Gu Guanqi immediately turned the waterwheel, drew up a bucket of water, and filled the water bag.

Mo Baichan stood aside and said, "The Xianbei people didn't have waterwheels before; they could only draw water by brute force. Later..."

Come, a man from the Central Plains came to the Xianbei and taught them how to make a windlass.

That person was not well-known in the Central Plains, but he was remembered by many people in our Xianbei tribe. Many tribes would erect statues of him by the wells and call him the Well God.

More than two hundred years have passed since the arrival of the Well God among the Xianbei people, but every time the tribe migrates to a new place, they will first worship the Well God when digging a well.

Gu Guanqi asked in confusion, "Why is Miss Mo Bai telling me this?"

"Miss Mo Bai?" Mo Baichan was slightly taken aback, then a smile appeared on her face. She said, "I like this title. Your Central Plains truly is the most civilized country in the world. This title sounds so nice!"

Gu Guanqi smiled slightly and said, "That's how we in the Central Plains address women."

At this moment, the sun had completely set, leaving only the sky ablaze with the fiery glow of the sunset. The crimson light spilled behind Gu Guanqi, illuminating the vast grassland—a truly breathtaking sight.

However, Mo Baichan felt that at this moment, all the scenery of the entire grassland combined seemed less beautiful than half of the smile of the man in front of her.

For a moment, Mo Baichan was captivated by Gu Guanqi's smile.

"Are all the men in your Central Plains this handsome?" Mo Baichan asked.

Gu Guanqi said, "Right!"

Mo Baichan, with her hands behind her back, said, "You're lying. You're Gu Guanqi, the sword immortal from the Central Plains, and the most handsome person in the Qian Kingdom."

"Miss Mo Bai has actually heard of me?" Gu Guanqi said. "Am I that famous in the Xianbei?"

"That's not the case," Mo Baichan said. "The Xianbei people don't know much about your reputation these days."

"I've heard of you too, the Holy Maiden of the Xianbei!" Gu Guanqi said.

Mo Baichan shook her head slightly and said, "I still prefer to hear you call me Miss Mo Bai. If this is the last time you call me that, then I hope it will be the last time." As she spoke, Mo Baichan slightly raised her head and said, "Thank you for not harming the villagers. You can kill me now!"

Gu Guanqi was slightly taken aback and said, "Miss Mo Bai, have you misunderstood something?"

"Hmm?" Mo Baichan looked puzzled.

Gu Guanqi said, "You think I'm here to kill you?"

"Isn't that right?" Mo Baichan said, "I've been hiding in this small village, yet you still managed to find me so accurately. If you're not here to kill me, then what are you here for?"

Gu Guanqi smiled and said, "Miss Mo Bai, you might not believe me when I tell you, but it really is just a coincidence. I didn't come here to see you. Do you believe me if I say that?"

"I believe you," Mo Baichan said. "Why wouldn't you believe me? You're so good-looking, you definitely wouldn't lie to me." Gu Guanqi smiled slightly. She hadn't expected to be able to benefit from her good looks even after coming to Xianbei.

Suddenly, Gu Guanqi realized what was happening, pointed at the stone statue on the ground, and said, "No wonder you just told me the story of this stone statue. Did you think I came to kill you? Were you afraid I would kill those ordinary people again?"

"Yes," Mo Baichan nodded and said, "I know that the Xianbei royal court attacked Liangzhou some time ago and even joined forces with others to try to kill you, so it is reasonable for you to come to Xianbei for revenge."

However, I want to tell you that, in fact, many people in the Xianbei are very friendly to you from the Central Plains, and many tribes have always remembered the help the Central Plains have given us. Those who want to start a war are a minority. However, this minority controls the vast majority of power.

Gu Guanqi nodded slightly and said, "On the way to this village, I learned from Qiu Muxi that not all Xianbei tribes are willing to fight."

"Yes," Mo Baichan said, "The Xianbei have more than forty tribes, of which seven are the largest. The main reason is that these seven tribes want to start a war, while most tribes are unwilling. They prefer to live in peace with the Central Plains and engage in normal trade."

However, the current Xianbei king, Tanshixuan, is ambitious. He persuaded the other six major tribes to form an alliance, forcing the smaller tribes to contribute manpower and funds to build a large army.

As she spoke, Mo Baichan pointed to Qiumu Village behind her and said, "In this village, there are less than fifty men who are fourteen years old or older. The rest are women, the elderly, and children. They have all been conscripted into the army or forced into hard labor."

Gu Guanqi said, "From what you're saying, you don't support the Xianbei going to war against the Qian Kingdom either."

Mo Baichan said, "There are no winners in war. Once war breaks out, countless people will die, countless families will be broken, and countless people will starve to death. This is the same for both the Xianbei and the Qian Kingdom."

I have never supported war. I advocate for trade between nations, the exchange of goods, and the building of a harmonious world. If people want to prove who is stronger or weaker, they can choose other methods of comparison, such as selecting warriors for a duel, establishing rules, or, in Central Plains terms, stopping short of a decisive battle. Many types of duels can be set up, such as swordsmanship, etc.

Poison, such as light-footed skills, etc.

At this point, Mo Baichan sighed and said, "Although I know my idea is unrealistic, war is truly a bad thing; too many people will be displaced and countless will die!"

Gu Guanqi didn't know how to evaluate Mo Baichan's idea, nor did he know what method could be used to prevent wars from happening in the world.

However, he didn't satirize Mo Baichan, because every era needs people dedicated to peace like this. These people can be called idealists, but their ideals are noble.

Gu Guanqi asked, "If that's the case, why didn't you stop it?"

Mo Baichan blushed slightly, looking quite embarrassed, and said, "I—I tried to stop it, but, but—I failed!"

Gu Guanqi asked in confusion, "Why did you fail? Aren't you the Holy Maiden of the Xianbei? As far as I know, you are the faith of the Xianbei, and you can even decide who the king belongs to."

Mo Baichan said, "I went to the royal court. Normally I could have stopped them, but there's a strange person in the royal court named Tianfeng, who is impersonating Xuanniao under the Changsheng Heaven. He's very powerful, and I'm no match for him. I almost didn't even have time to escape."

Now, even the divine bloodline within me has been stripped away by it. If it weren't for Aunt Daximu picking it up by the river...

By now, I'd probably already been eaten by hungry wolves in the wild, so there's nothing I can do.

Gu Guanqi asked in confusion, "Divine bloodline?"

"Yes," Mo Baichan said, "I don't know any worldly martial arts. The power I possess comes from the divine bloodline within me. Now, my bloodline has been stripped away by Tianfeng, and I have become an ordinary person."

Gu Guanqi asked in surprise, "You seem to be in good condition. Aren't you sad that you've lost your power?"

Mo Baichan shook her head slightly and said, "That was given to me by the Eternal Heaven. It was never truly mine. Now it's just a return to my true self. What's there to be sad about? I just feel very sorry for the Eternal Heaven and that I have failed to live up to its expectations."

Hearing Mo Baichan's words, Gu Guanqi couldn't help but feel admiration.

He himself was a cultivator and knew very well the significance of power to cultivators. Let alone a master of Mo Baichan's level, even ordinary martial artists would rather die than lose their cultivation; it would be more painful than being killed.

Few people can accept the sudden loss of power, just as few can accept the deprivation of authority.

Mo Baichan is only about twenty years old, yet he possesses such a state of mind; it is truly remarkable.

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Gu Guanqi asked, "So what are your plans now?"

Mo Baichan said, "I am powerless to stop the war, so I no longer want to think about it. Now I only want to find an opportunity to return to the Holy Mountain and continue to research my seeds."

I want to create tree species and grain seeds that can adapt to the Xianbei environment. If the Xianbei people could also have land to grow grain and their own mountains like those in the Central Plains, perhaps war would not have happened.

Once the Xianbei are able to grow their own food and trees, I can then provide other ethnic groups, such as the Xiongnu and the Qiang, with trees and food adapted to their local environments.

If one day everyone in the world can have enough to eat and wear, does that mean there will be no more wars around the world? Wouldn't that mean peace can be achieved?

Gu Guanqi fell silent.

From what he knew, even if everyone had enough to eat and wear, war was still unavoidable, because human desires are endless. Once people are well-fed and clothed, they will want to pursue wealth and glory; once they have wealth, they will pursue power; and once they have power, they will pursue even greater power and greater fame.

As long as desires persist, wars will never cease.

"Is it not okay?" Mo Baichan asked, somewhat disappointed.

Gu Guanqi said, "Whether it will work or not is not up to me to decide; we'll only know after we succeed."

"Yes," Mo Baichan said, "I think so too."

Gu Guanqi then asked, "Do you know where the Xianbei royal court is now?"

Mo Baichan asked, "Are you going to find them?"

"Yes," Gu Guanqi said, "I also want to stop this war."

Mo Baichan said, "According to the usual practice, after winter, the Xianbei royal court will move to Hucheng."

As she spoke, Mo Baichan raised her head and said, "Take me with you! I know you are very skilled in martial arts and you can kill Tan Shixuan, but that won't solve the problem. Only if I go will I know who can truly stop the war by making him the Xianbei king."

Gu Guanqi hesitated.

Mo Baichan continued, "At that time, I can sign an agreement in the name of the Holy Maiden, guaranteeing that the Xianbei will no longer wage war against Daqian. Furthermore, if possible, the Xianbei can even cooperate with Daqian; we have a large number of cattle, horses,..."

"Sheep, and the Great Qian has grain, cloth, and porcelain; we can exchange them."

Gu Guanqi thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

He has been paying close attention to the prophecy that "Heaven's mandate lies with the barbarians, and bloodshed will ensue in the Central Plains." Among all the barbarian kingdoms in the world today, the Xianbei are one of the most powerful. If one of them can be eliminated, it would be a good thing for the Qian Kingdom.

Anyway, he was going to the Xianbei royal court, so bringing Mo Baichan along wouldn't make much difference to him; it would just give him an extra guide.

"Thank you," Mo Baichan said.

Gu Guanqi smiled, looked up at the sky, and said, "Miss Mo Bai, it's getting late, you should go back!"

"Alright," Mo Baichan nodded, then asked curiously, "According to the way you people from the Central Plains address me, if you call me Miss Mo Bai, then what should I call you?"

Gu Guanqi thought for a moment and said, "I should be a bit older than you, so you can call me Brother Gu!"

"Brother Gu." Mo Baichan smiled sweetly.

"Mm," Gu Guanqi replied.

"That's similar to how we Xianbei people call our elder brother!" Mo Baichan said.

"It's the same idea," Gu Guanqi nodded, then asked, "By the way, can I ask you a question?"

"you say."

Gu Guanqi asked, "You just said your divine bloodline was taken away. Are there really gods here?"

"Of course," Mo Baichan said, "The people of our tribe are all descendants of gods, and divine blood flows in our veins. However, only one person in each generation can be chosen by the Eternal Heaven to unlock their divine bloodline and obtain the power of the gods."

Gu Guanqi asked疑惑地问道, "Have you ever seen your Eternal Heaven?"

Mo Baichan nodded and said, "I've only seen it once, when the divine bloodline within me was awakened. At that time, I was led by the gods to the world of gods and saw the Eternal Heaven."

However, I am but a mortal, unable to perceive the full extent of the divine. What I saw of the Eternal Heaven was very blurry; it seemed to be a human being, yet also seemed to be a world, appearing both very close and very far away.

Gu Guanqi asked, "So you never saw him again after that?"

Mo Baichan shook her head and said, "No, but every year during the sacrificial ceremony or when a new king is elected, I can ask the Eternal Heaven for instructions through my divine bloodline, and I always receive a response from the Eternal Heaven."

Gu Guanqi frowned slightly. According to the legends of Tianmen, the Xuanyuan clan interrupted the path to immortality, causing Kunxu to fly away and become isolated from the mortal world.

The fact that Tianmen has been preventing people from becoming immortals all these years means that it is still possible for people to become immortals, which implies that there is still some kind of connection between the human world and Kunxu.

"Could it be that the so-called Eternal Heaven of the Xianbei is some immortal on Kunlun Mountain using some special method to maintain continuous contact with the human world? Could it be that the Heavenly Gate is the right one? Is the immortal really fishing for human fortune?"

"Brother Gu," Mo Baichan asked, "Don't you Central Plains people also believe in various gods? With your status, haven't you ever seen your Central Plains gods?"

Gu Guanqi shook his head slightly. He felt that if he really met a god or immortal, the possibility of fighting the other party was far greater than the possibility of him believing in a god.

"Then what about the gods of your Central Plains—"

Just then, Gu Guanqi suddenly looked up at Qiu Mu Village and said, "Something's happened!"

"What?" Mo Baichan exclaimed in surprise.

"Someone has committed murder in the village."

Immediately, Gu Guanqi grabbed Mo Baichan's shoulder, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and quickly flew away, arriving in Qiumu Village in the blink of an eye.

They saw that all the villagers had been gathered in an open space in the middle, surrounded by dozens of Xianbei soldiers with weapons.

Leading the group was a tall and burly centurion. In front of him lay the corpse of an old man, blood gushing out, already lifeless.

"It was the Great Shaman, he was killed!" Mo Baichan said.

In the Xianbei culture, a great shaman was equivalent to a village chief or a village doctor.

At this moment, the centurion placed his sword against another old man, who was likely a shaman or similar figure. The centurion said coldly, "I'll ask you one more time: three hundred sheep and fifty cows—can you deliver them all by tomorrow?"

The old man trembled all over and stammered, "Sir, winter is coming soon. If you take away a thousand sheep and three hundred cattle, everyone in our village will starve to death!"

"So you're not going to hand it over!" the centurion said coldly. "His Majesty is acting on the orders of the Eternal Heaven to lead our Xianbei to dominate the world. The soldiers on the front lines are fighting bloody battles so that you can live a good life. You refuse to provide supplies, you deserve to die! Kill them, kill them until they hand it over!"

Having said that, the centurion swung his sword and slashed.

Just then, Gu Guanqi pointed out with his finger, and a burst of true energy instantly pierced through the centurion's forehead.

With a "thud," the centurion instantly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Gu Guanqi, carrying Mo Baichan, descended from the sky and floated down slowly, saying, "You Xianbei soldiers are so cruel to your own people. If you are allowed to enter the Central Plains, how can the people of the Central Plains possibly survive?"