The Goths

Princess Mingyue gazed quietly at Fentian. She didn't regret what she had done at the engagement ceremony. She respected him, but clearly, he didn't respect her.

She felt a sense of awe and longing for Tongtian Mountain, her sect which she had yet to visit. The Five Great Holy Lands were places that many already renowned experts longed to enter.

However, this didn't mean she felt inferior or had to be overly cautious and accommodating when facing a disciple of her sect.

Fentian was her Senior Brother, but that only meant he had joined the sect before her. His childish behavior yesterday had inevitably stirred some dislike in her heart. Her life didn't need anyone who was self-righteous to dictate her actions.

"Junior Sister, are you blaming me?" Fentian's gloomy heart softened slightly upon seeing Princess Mingyue's beautiful face, and his tone became much gentler.

"I wouldn't dare," Princess Mingyue replied indifferently.

"Junior Sister, you look down on me?" Princess Mingyue's cold attitude was like a thorn, piercing his already scarred heart once more.

Princess Mingyue didn't speak, but her silence was an admission.

In truth, Princess Mingyue looked down on Fentian's childish way of handling affairs. But in Fentian's eyes, she looked down on him, a dignified King Grade Mage, for being injured by an intermediate warrior.

"Junior Sister, one day, you will see Qi Bei. Nord grovel at my feet, begging for mercy," Fentian said sinisterly before turning to leave.

Princess Mingyue gently shook her head. With a wave of her jade hand, the Unicorn Cub playing in the distance transformed into a white shadow and darted into her embrace.

A merchant caravan of about two hundred people advanced slowly under the twilight, much like other caravans that had traveled this route. The only difference might have been that the guards of this caravan were all radiating killing intent, marching in silence with expressionless faces. Unlike the guards of other caravans, who chatted and joked as they walked, accompanied by bursts of laughter.

"Lift your skirt, let me see your hips, your butt is big and round, like a ripe peach..." Inside the carriage, Qi Bei lay with his head on Phantom's smooth thighs, holding a sheepskin map and humming a tune. He was clearly in a good mood.

Phantom's pretty face turned red. This shameless young master, what kind of vulgar song is he singing!

Qi Bei seemed to hear Phantom's thoughts and stopped his rambling humming. He pointed at the map, his gaze seeming deep.

Qi Bei sat up, patted Phantom's pretty face, and before the little beauty could protest, he called out, "Vajra."

"What does Young Master need?" Vajra's thunderous voice sounded outside the carriage.

"Convey my order, halt all progress and set up camp here," Qi Bei said.

Phantom looked a little strange. "Young Master, we're setting up camp? It's not even completely dark yet."

Qi Bei chuckled, pulled open the carriage curtain, and said, "This place is beautiful with its mountains and clear waters, suitable for camping. Oh, there's even a small stream. Why don't you join me for a lovers' bath?"

"No," Phantom gave Qi Bei a sidelong glance.

Qi Bei jumped off the carriage and glanced around. Indeed, this place was quite good. Several merchant caravans and some scattered individuals had already set up tents along the stream, looking like they all planned to camp here.

"Lord, all the good spots are taken. That area upstream is the best. Should I go drive them away?" Tie Tou ran over and said to Qi Bei. They were now Qi Bei's private soldiers, so their titles had naturally changed. Initially, they called him Viscount, but Qi Bei had ordered them to change it to Lord. How can 'Lord' be as imposing as 'Master'?

Qi Bei rapped Tie Tou's bald head with a knuckle. "Drive them away? Are we bullies? I, this young master, am a nobleman with gentlemanly conduct. Go, politely ask them to make way, and mention... mention the name of the merchant caravan affiliated with the Feng Family."

Tie Tou touched his bald head with a bitter expression. Isn't this the same as driving them away? He called three of his brothers and walked towards the merchant caravan camped upstream by the stream.

Just then, Huo Lie walked up to Qi Bei and said, "Lord, this merchant caravan is not simple. They might be a caravan from the Goths."

Goths? Qi Bei raised an eyebrow.

"I just saw Goths entering and exiting some of the central tents. The outer guards are likely just hired help," Huo Lie said, his tone hardening slightly when he mentioned the Goths.

The Goths, whose ancestors were goblins, had emerged from their caves after the goblin civilization perished in the long river of history, and were now called Goths.

The appearance of the Goths was very different from that of the goblins, becoming increasingly closer to that of humans. However, their earthy yellow pupils and pointed ears were still preserved in their genes.

The Goths were naturally cunning and very intelligent. Relying on the remaining fragments of goblin civilization, they invented many exquisite and practical items, as well as some powerful weapons, which they used to trade with various races, gradually growing stronger.

The powerful Goths were unwilling to remain dormant in the resource-poor mountainous basin south of the Golden Leaf Dynasty, so they repeatedly encroached upon and bit by bit nibbled away at the Golden Leaf Dynasty's territory.

Although the Goths could not cultivate Battle Qi or magic, they possessed powerful weapons and were adept at digging tunnels. In the eight-hundred-year history of the Golden Leaf Dynasty, countless soldiers had died at the hands of the Goths.

For this reason, the Golden Leaf Dynasty spent a full five hundred years building a Golden Fortress, which finally kept the Goths at bay.

Now, the Golden Leaf Dynasty and the Goths had reached a peace agreement and opened trade routes, so it was not unusual to see Goth merchant caravans in the Golden Leaf Dynasty.

However, as a soldier of the Dynasty, Huo Lie harbored a natural hatred for the Goths.

Just then, Tie Tou and his four men clashed with the other party, knocking down several people before being surrounded.

"Go take a look," Qi Bei said calmly, leading Vajra and Huo Lie over.

Vajra charged forward, swinging his massive arms and sending several of the caravan guards surrounding Tie Tou and his men flying.

"What's going on?" Qi Bei asked.

"Lord, I announced the Feng Family's name, but not only did they ignore us, they insulted us. Damn Goths!" Tie Tou said fiercely.

Qi Bei patted his forehead. It was his fault. Of all the families to mention, why did he have to mention the Feng Family? The Golden Fortress had always been guarded by the Feng Family, and the Feng Family had always used harsh methods to curb the Goths' development. Naturally, the Goths hated the Feng Family to the bone.

"Have your manager come out to talk," Qi Bei said, his eyes sweeping coldly, exuding a pressing aura.

A Goth glanced at Qi Bei with some panic and slipped into the luxurious central tent.

Qi Bei's heart stirred, and he sensitively detected a faint killing intent. He gave Huo Lie a meaningful look.

Huo Lie understood and, with his hand behind his back, quietly signaled his brothers in the distance.