Hu Ting Seeks Talent to Resolve Thunder's Dread, the Presumptuous Guest Deceives the Ruler and Meets His Demise

Inside the main tent of the Xiongnu royal court, the solemn majesty that had once symbolized supreme authority had now been utterly replaced by strange, clamorous unrest.

The flames dancing in the brazier crackled, sparks occasionally flying up and casting the expressions of those within the tent into ever more inscrutable complexity.

The Great Chanyu, Luandi Touman, sat upright upon the wolf-head throne that symbolized dominion over the grasslands. His brows were drawn tightly together, his face as dark as storm clouds, while barely concealed agitation and unease lurked deep in his eyes.

"Tap, tap..."

His fingers repeatedly drummed in a steady rhythm against the wolf-head carving on the throne's armrest. Every tap carried an indescribable weight.

The bizarre rout in which one hundred and twenty thousand elite troops had been wiped out within two days, coupled with the ominous signs of great calamity divined day after day by the Chief Shaman, weighed like two enormous boulders upon this Chanyu, who had ruled the grasslands for decades and weathered countless storms. He could neither settle his mind nor sit still.

To unravel the mystery of the Qin Army's "command of thunderbolts" and find a way to counter this bizarre power, he had urgently sent orders in every direction, summoning every eccentric across the grasslands who claimed to possess "heaven-reaching abilities" to gather at the royal court and display their skills one by one. All he sought was a sliver of hope for resolving this crisis among them.

This king of the grasslands, who had forged both the royal court and his position as Great Chanyu through wars of iron and blood, had now been driven by that mist of uncertainty to turn toward mysticism.

Along one side beneath the tent, several dozen eccentrics dressed in strange garb stood in a