sinovels Chapter 46 Bastards
Chapter 46 Bastards
At the summit, Zhang Nanfeng looked down at the three dark figures speeding across the snowfield, his wolf-like eyes narrowing slightly.
Since he discovered the intertwining of the energies of heaven and earth, all he has seen are beasts.
But...where are they?
Humans are the most intelligent of all beings, so what kind of aura should their overall energy and fortune possess?
Once this thought arose, it was like a cat's claws scratching at my heart.
Zhang Nanfeng crouched low, his white fur blending seamlessly with the snow, and stealthily made his way down the mountainside, taking advantage of the rugged terrain.
......
The north wind cuts like a sharp knife.
Wanyan Yue lay prone on the horse's back, her hands bound by a rough wooden shackle, her wrists already raw and bloody.
She dared not turn around, nor could she turn around. She pressed her chin firmly against the horse's neck, squeezed her knees against the horse's belly, and fixed her gaze on the shadowy mountain in front of her.
Once we get there...
Thinking this, she urged her horse on even faster.
A hundred feet behind them, two figures followed like shadows.
The two men did not ride horses, but moved with superhuman agility, their bodies gliding across the snow on their bare feet. They did not exert their full strength, remaining suspended about ten feet behind Wanyan Yue, like cats playing with mice, or eagles chasing rabbits.
"Why is the moon of the Wanyan family running away?"
A shrill voice pierced through the wind and snow, carrying a sticky, lewd laugh, like a wet tongue licking across the earlobe.
Wanyan Yue ignored him, staring straight ahead.
"Tsk, this little vixen has a hard ear."
The voice drew closer, its tone becoming increasingly flippant:
"Your Wanyan family is either dead or scattered; it's all a thing of the past. What's wrong with staying with the Tuotuo tribe? Our leader thinks highly of you, and your dead father can rest in peace. But you, why did you have to run away?"
"Which woman under the chief's command isn't adorned in gold and silver, enjoying herself every night? Though your little body hasn't fully grown, with a couple of years of nurturing, you'll surely become a stunning beauty. Then the chief will dote on you, and you'll dote on the chief in return, a mutually pleasurable experience—wouldn't that be far better than being fed wolves in this freezing winter?"
Foul language mingled with the wind and snow, every word unbearable.
Wanyan Yue remained silent, her lips pressed together like a pale blade.
Another rough, hoarse voice suddenly rang out, like a broken bellows:
"Hey little wench, stop running! The more you run, the more excited I get!"
The burly man kicked up snowflakes as he laughed in a deep, booming voice:
"Why not let me have a taste before entering Wanyan's tent! I wouldn't dare touch a woman the chief has used, but a woman he hasn't used yet... hehe, I'll check her out for him, that's loyalty!"
The two sang in unison, their rough laughter echoing far across the vast snow-covered plain.
Wanyan Yue finally turned her face to the side.
Her little face was pale from the cold, and her lips were covered in scabs, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
She glanced at the two men.
There was no fear, no shame, not even hatred. There was only an almost indifferent, condescending scrutiny, as if looking at two frozen piles of stray dog excrement by the roadside, disgusted and not worth a second glance.
It can be seen at a glance.
She turned her face away, pressing her chin even tighter against the horse's neck, urging it to gallop wildly. The mountain shadows ahead grew clearer, like giant beasts lying prone, silently watching over all the joys and sorrows on this snowy plain.
As long as you go to the holy mountain...
As long as we get to the holy mountain, that's enough.
The tall, thin pursuer's smile vanished upon seeing her posture. His narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed into slits as he glanced at the approaching mountain ridge, his expression darkening slightly.
"Holy Mountain..."
He spat under his breath, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
Each tribe in the Northern Plains has its own taboos: the sacred mountain must not be desecrated or stained with blood. If this girl were to escape into the foothills, even with the support of the Tuotuo tribe, they would not dare to pursue her rashly.
"We can't hang them anymore."
The tall, thin man tilted his head and winked at the burly man beside him. His gaze was as cold as a knife, devoid of any mockery.
The burly man understood, grinned, revealing two rows of yellow and black interlocking canine teeth. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body like a moving mountain of flesh, rushing forward at a speed several times faster than before.
The distance between the two sides has shortened dramatically.
Fifty feet.
Thirty zhang (approximately 33 meters).
Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).
Hearing the snow behind her intensify, Wanyan Yue knew something was wrong and desperately pounded her knees against the horse's flanks. The black horse neighed and, with its last ounce of strength, leaped into the air.
However, it was too late.
The burly man, like a cannonball fired from a gun, slammed into the horse's body, bringing with him a foul, pungent stench.
The fierce horse, weighing several hundred pounds, was sent flying sideways by the impact. Its belly caved in, its spine broke, and it let out a mournful cry before crashing into a snowdrift three zhang away. It twitched twice and then lay still.
Wanyan Yue felt dizzy and disoriented.
She tumbled through the air, the wooden shackles tearing at her wrists with excruciating pain, and the wind and snow filled her ears and nose. The next instant, her back slammed heavily into the snow, the impact making her throat taste sweet, and stars flashed before her eyes.
She was stuck in the snow and couldn't get up for a while.
......
Behind the scattered rocks at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Nanfeng had already hidden himself within a hundred feet.
He lay prone behind a frozen rock, his white fur covered in snow, revealing only a pair of deep, wolfish eyes, silently watching the events unfolding below.
As they drew closer, the line of destiny finally became clear.
A silk thread stretched out from Wanyan Yue's back, connecting to the two pursuing soldiers behind her.
The silk thread was as black as ink.
Zhang Nanfeng's gaze moved upwards and landed on the girl's face.
She was about fourteen years old, still quite young, and while her looks weren't exactly stunning, she possessed a heroic spirit forged by the winds and snows of the northern plains.
She collapsed in the snow, her hair disheveled, blood staining the wooden shackles on her wrists, and a trickle of crimson blood spilling from the corner of her lips, looking utterly wretched.
But in her eyes... there was no fear.
Zhang Nanfeng's wolf-like eyes flickered slightly.
He turned to look at the two approaching figures.
Even though he had been an animal for three lifetimes, this one glance made him shudder.
The burly man was twice the size of an average person, with thick, mountain-like shoulders and back, a short, thick neck, and a head embedded in the mountain of flesh, with a protruding nose and snout. His entire body was covered with a sparse layer of black hair, and his skin was rough and thick like leather.
A mixture of human and wild boar.
The tall, thin man had a bamboo-like build, but a sharp, fox-like face. His ears stood out high, and his eyes slanted upwards towards his temples, his pupils gleaming a faint yellowish-brown in the snowy light.
A mixture of human and fox appearances.
These two... can they even be considered human?
Zhang Nanfeng suppressed his shock and stared intently at the aura emanating from the two individuals.
Upon closer inspection, it became even stranger.
Ordinary creatures, their spines connected by threads of heaven and earth or by kinship, all extend outwards, merging into the vast web of destiny in this world.
However, the threads on these two pursuers did not extend outwards; instead, they were tangled together like a mess of hemp.
No roots, no connection, no ties to this world.
Like two monsters abandoned by the world's fortunes, they became their own prison, entangled and bound by themselves.
Zhang Nanfeng was still in surprise when he suddenly felt a burning light in his eyes.
He abruptly turned his gaze back and saw that a silk thread was being pulled out from the back of the girl who was stuck in the snow.
The silk thread was neither blue nor red, neither black nor purple.
It is gold.
As brilliant as molten gold, as bright as the morning sun, it drifted gently from the back of her heart, piercing through the wind and snow, through the jumbled rocks, and landed precisely on him.
Zhang Nanfeng froze behind the rock, his wolf-like eyes suddenly narrowing.