My Younger Brother, Zhang Qiling
The sea of clouds surged, and the long wind blew mightily.
Bai Suzhen stretched out her White Dragon body, which was dozens of feet long, and swam leisurely among the clouds.
On the dragon's back, Gao Yunyi stood quietly in his green robes, his clothes fluttering gently in the high-altitude wind. His expression remained relaxed and indifferent, as if he were not heading to the enemy camp of hundreds of thousands of troops, but simply leisurely strolling among the clouds to enjoy the scenery.
The ragged boy huddled tightly among the scales, one hand protectively cradling the sleeping infant in his arms, the other gripping the protruding dragon scales.
His heart was pounding like a drum.
He dared not breathe loudly, only daring to secretly raise his eyes to look down at the vast snowfield rushing past below.
The endless forests, frozen rivers, and scattered hunting lodges all became tiny specks.
The snow-capped mountains that once stretched as far as the eye could see are now merely folds in the earth.
The deep-seated hatred that had just suffocated him now seemed to have taken on a somewhat surreal quality, high above the Nine Heavens.
He would occasionally turn his head to look at the dragon's head that was so close to him.
At that moment, when Bai Suzhen's noble and majestic, enormous and slender White Flood Dragon body appeared before the young man,
The boy froze, his feet seemingly frozen in the snow, unable to move.
Only then did he finally realize that the benefactor who saved him and his brother was not a peerless martial arts master at all, but an immortal who was rumored to be able to fly, create all things, and possess boundless Divine Ability Immortal throughout Liaodong.
A tremendous shock struck his mind, and for a moment his ears rang.
His lips trembled as he tried to kneel, but he was so nervous that his knees shook uncontrollably.
He was a humble mortal who had just lost his family and was struggling to survive in misery.
Now, not only have they been saved by Immortals, but they are also traveling with them on Immortal.
This encounter, like a fleeting dream from which he would soon awaken, weighed heavily on his heart, a mixture of fear, gratitude, and an overwhelming surge of emotion.
The boy quietly raised his eyes and looked at the figure in blue robes standing on the dragon's head in front of him, his eyes filled with piety.
In fact, Gao Yunyi also somewhat moved at this moment.
Today's scene,
It's as if he's been through something similar before.
The only difference is that he used to ride a crane, but now he rides Jiaolong.
Before, a girl sat behind him; now, a boy sits behind him.
It really does feel like things have changed and people are no longer the same.
By the way,
What was that girl's name again?
Never mind,
If you can't remember, that's fine.
What's your name?
Gao Yunyi suddenly asked a question.
The boy was taken aback, and said nervously:
"I... I'm Zhang Qishan."
Then the voice suddenly grew louder, as if worried that the deity hadn't heard it:
"This is my younger brother, his name is Zhang Qiling."
Gao Yunyi: "..."
The Northeastern Zhang Household!
That's quite a prestigious title.
Gao Yunyi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile of interest.
Before long, a scent mixed with the stench of horses, animal fat, blood, and the smoke of a campfire drifted up on the wind.
Ahead, the vast valley at the foot of Changbai Mountain finally came into view.
The campsites stretched as far as the eye could see along the snow-covered slope, layer upon layer, densely packed, like black mushrooms growing on the wasteland.
Hundreds of thousands of Hezhen rushed back and forth, their warhorses neighing, horns blaring intermittently, and countless banners made of wolf and bear skins fluttering wildly in the cold wind.
The various units moved between camps, directing armored soldiers, counting bows and arrows, and sharpening scimitars.
Countless bonfires roared, their thick smoke rising high and coalescing into a hazy gray expanse above the snow-covered plain.
Khan Tielehun's log Viewing Platform stands on the highest point of the entire camp, towering above thousands of tents.
On the Viewing Platform, Tie Lehun still wearing a heavy black bear cloak, a wolf-skin crown on his head, and a thin braid with a money rat tail hanging down his shoulders.
Then a sudden dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, its power shaking all directions.
The noisy shouts, the sound of sharpening knives, and the neighing of warhorses in the camp all came to an abrupt halt. Hundreds of thousands of He True Person all looked up, gazing anxiously into the depths of the clouds.
A gigantic, shimmering white Jiaolong emerged gracefully from the sea of clouds, stretching across the entire Hezhen camp.
As sunlight pierces through the thin clouds and falls upon the layers of silvery scales, billions of points of cool light pour down, enveloping the entire valley.
As the dragon's body, tens of meters long, stretched out and coiled, its whiskers drooping and swaying gently in the wind, its deep vertical pupils indifferently surveyed the densely packed crowd below.
The camp of hundreds of thousands of He True Person was thrown into chaos instantly.
The warhorse reared up in terror, broke free of its reins, and galloped wildly.
The hunting dogs tucked their tails between their legs and howled as they scurried under the tents. Many hunters dropped their longbows with a clatter, and their scimitars slipped from their hands and rolled into the snow.
Countless Hezhen True Person turned pale, their legs went weak, and some couldn't help but kneel down in the snow, frantically calling out the names of Abuka Enduri and Cuohazhan Ye.
"A dragon! It's White Dragon! There's White Dragon in the sky!"
"There is someone on the White Dragon."
"It's a divine intervention."
Panic spread rapidly among the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, like a plague.
Tie Lehun stood on the Viewing Platform, his blood seemingly frozen at that moment.
He craned his neck, staring intently at the White Dragon in the clouds, his gaze quickly locking onto the figure in green robes atop the dragon's head.
The opponent stood with his hands behind his back, perched atop the dragon's head, his posture relaxed and calm as he surveyed the entire Hezhen camp, as if the hundreds of thousands of soldiers sharpening their swords and preparing for battle beneath his feet were nothing more than an insignificant ant in the snow.
The other person's clothing was clearly that of Han people.
He is not the celestial deity worshipped by the He True Person, but True Immortal worshipped by the people of the Central Plains.
All his previous speculations and plans crumbled and collapsed at this moment.
Immortals...
The legends of Immortals in the Central Plains are not lies!
He wanted to march south and establish a kingdom, to conquer Liaodong Prefecture City, and to seize the rich land for the He True Person. But now he realized that his ambitious conquest plan had been exposed to the eyes of a Central Plains Immortals and Gods from the very beginning.
Fear crept up his spine, but the arrogance and ruthlessness in Tie Lehun's bones wouldn't allow him to give up.
He is the wolf king of Changbai Mountain, the powerful ruler who unified the various tribes of Hezhen. In the bitter cold of White Mountain, he has stepped over the corpses of countless enemies to get to where he is today. How could he give up so easily?
He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging fear in his heart, and slowly lowered the black iron scimitar in his hand. He respectfully addressed Yun Duan, trying his best to keep his voice steady, but he still couldn't hide a trace of tension:
"I was unaware that the Immortal Venerable has graced our camp of True Person He with his presence. What brings you here?"
At this moment, hundreds of thousands of eyes were focused on the Immortal in blue robes atop the dragon's head.
Gao Yunyi lowered his eyes indifferently, his gaze sweeping over Viewing Platform figure draped in a black bear skin cloak on the observation platform, and over the densely packed He True Person below, each wielding a bow and sword. His eyes were utterly indifferent.
Seeing that the Immortal in the sky treated him like air, Tie Lehun's face darkened, and he decided to stop pretending. His arrogant voice echoed across the snowfield:
"Our people, the He True Person, have been trapped in this White Mountains and Black Waters for generations, suffering from bitter cold and food shortages, with people freezing and starving to death every year! The Central Plains are rich in fertile lands, and Han people woman has become empress, with the court in disarray. This is fortuitous opportunity bestowed upon us by Heaven! The law of the jungle is the way of the world! If you want to survive, you must fight!"
"Why should the Han people enjoy warm, fertile lands for generations, while we, the Hezhen people, are relegated to eating wild animals and drinking snow water on icy plains? This is unfair!!"
He raised his scimitar high, his eyes flashing with ferocity. "Even if you are a true Immortals and Gods, my hundreds of thousands of warriors from the Hezhen dare to fight you! We Hezhen men are not afraid of death!"
As soon as the words were spoken, countless Hezhen archers in the camp quietly raised their bows, their arrows pointing directly at the White Dragon in the sky.
Gao Yunyi smiled.
It was as if I had heard the funniest joke in the world.
But that smile was colder than the biting wind and snow of this world.
Sensing her master's emotions, Bai Suzhen let out a mighty dragon roar.
This time, it was no longer the low growl that served as a warning. The dragon's roar shook the surrounding area, causing the wind and snow to swirl wildly, and the snow in the entire valley to fly everywhere.
Hundreds of thousands of He True Person felt an unparalleled pressure pressing down on them. Many of them buckled at the knees and fell heavily to their knees in the snow, unable to hold their bows and arrows any longer.
Tie Lehun stood alone on the high Viewing Platform, facing the swirling snow and the Dragon Might, his black bear cloak billowing wildly.
He remained upright, refusing to kneel, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear, resentment, madness, and a hint of despair.
His grand ambition, which involved risking the fate of his entire clan, seemed to be nothing more than a laughable illusion from the very beginning in the face of this White Dragon and this Immortal in blue robes.