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Chapter 120: Convergence
Chapter 120: Convergence
2017-09-25
Thank you to 'Hermit in Training' and 'Mo Ai Yi' for your support!
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The Xianbei man they just encountered was formidable. Although Lu Haikong didn't use his 'Reconnaissance Technique', his keen eyes could tell that this guy's strength was no less than Li Hu's, another with a strength score over seventy.
However, it wasn't unusual for a large Xianbei tribe to have one or two exceptional individuals. What caught Lu Haikong's attention was the man's reaction, which clearly indicated he was up to something shady. Otherwise, how could he be so alert?
At the slightest disturbance, he didn't even bother with the tent's entrance; he tore through it and rushed out.
"This matter seems far more complicated than Li Xiong anticipated," Lu Haikong frowned upon witnessing this.
To be honest, Lu Haikong disliked complications, especially at this juncture. He had a mountain of tasks to attend to at his fort, and the government might notice him at any moment. Even if the fort's location remained undisclosed, the roaming Xianbei tribesmen might still launch an attack, considering their view of an unfortified fort as easy prey. Lu Haikong couldn't afford to waste time in this tribe.
Hence, Lu Haikong was particularly annoyed by any potential complications.
"Let's go. We'll talk to Li Xiong first," Lu Haikong shook his head and continued leading Dian Wei and the bandit through the tribe.
With Lu Haikong's exceptional human-shaped recorder ability, they navigated the tribe without getting lost, reaching Li Xiong's tent in half an hour.
As Lu Haikong was about to enter, he overheard Li Xiong conversing in Xianbei language. Thanks to his prior use of the 'Xianbei Language' skill book, Lu Haikong could understand the conversation.
He discerned that Li Xiong's interlocutor was Hu Yin Wenzi, the man Li Xiong had mentioned, whom he intended to support as the new chief of the Hu Yin tribe.
Since it was Hu Yin Wenzi, Lu Haikong paused, deciding to eavesdrop for a while. He didn't want Hu Yin Wenzi to know of his presence yet, as the tribe's affairs seemed intricate, and Lu Haikong preferred to keep some cards hidden until he understood the situation better.
Lu Haikong had studied Xianbei language, but only at a beginner's level. Fortunately, Hu Yin Wenzi and Li Xiong spoke slowly, preventing any embarrassing misunderstandings.
Their conversation centered around the old chief's injury, which both found suspicious. Despite the chief's advanced age, his exceptional strength and lifelong horseback riding experience made it unlikely for him to suffer a severe fall from his beloved steed.
At this point, Lu Haikong recalled the formidable Xianbei man he had encountered earlier, and his intuition told him that the chief's severe injury was linked to that man.
However, for Lu Haikong, the identity of the perpetrator wasn't crucial. What mattered was whether they could sell their goods and maintain trade relations with the Xianbei tribe. If so, Lu Haikong wouldn't mind eliminating the old chief.
"Do you remember that Xianbei man from earlier?" Lu Haikong asked Dian Wei, who seemed distracted, patting him on the shoulder.
"Uncle, are we there?" Dian Wei snapped out of his daze, then saw Lu Haikong's displeased expression and quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, I remember. The one who tore the tent, right?"
Speaking of tearing tents, Dian Wei's face filled with indignation, as if such wasteful behavior was unacceptable. Well, this guy, accustomed to poverty, still held some peasant-like values. When idle in the mountain fort, he would often sneak off to help the workers without Lu Haikong's knowledge, and after finishing, he'd eagerly demand payment, claiming he was saving up for his and Lu Haikong's future wives.
In regards to Dian Wei's lack of discipline, Lu Haikong had no idea how many times he had tried to correct him. It was useless, so Lu Haikong was too lazy to bother anymore. "Let me ask you, how many moves would it take for you to defeat that Xianbei man from earlier?"
"Hmm? Just one move with my halberd should do it, right?" Dian Wei scratched his head, feeling a bit boastful. His rugged face turned red with embarrassment.
Lu Haikong had no time to pay attention to this guy's petty attitude. He knew that under normal circumstances, Dian Wei was an honest person who wouldn't lie to him. If he said he could defeat that Xianbei man with one move, then he definitely could."
Lu Haikong pondered for a moment, seemingly contemplating how to handle the situation. Inside, Li Xiong and Hu Yinwen's conversation took a turn, shifting from the old chief's injury to how they could stand out among the many competitors and become the leader of the Hu Yin tribe.
"Oh, right, Li Xiong. Didn't you request aid from your camp? Can your chief, Li Hu, come personally?" Hu Yinwen seemed to know about Li Hu's existence and his strength, and his tone was rather respectful.
In fact, Li Xiong never intended to ask Lu Haikong to come. He believed that the chances of Lu Haikong coming were slim. If he put himself in Li Xiong's shoes, he probably wouldn't come easily either.
The reason was that the risk was too great. First, Lu Haikong wasn't familiar with the Hu Yin tribe's environment. Additionally, Li Xiong had to admit that he and Lu Haikong were still in a period of adjustment. There was trust between them, but when this trust was tested by fire or even life-threatening situations, no one knew if it would melt away.
So, Li Xiong never asked Lu Haikong to come. He only inquired if they could send a few Martial Generals to help. "Well, I'm afraid not. Our chief is busy with affairs, and he probably can't come personally. However, he should be able to dispatch a few Martial Generals to assist. Moreover, I, Li, have made some progress in my strength recently, and I should be able to help out as well."
But when Hu Yinwen heard that Li Hu couldn't come, he seemed to deflate a little.
In a 169-word chapter, not a word was wrong!
"You should know that my chief, Li Hu, is on the same level as your chief. Even he was severely injured, what can a few Martial Generals accomplish? It seems like your Black Wind Fort lacks sincerity in helping me."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiong froze, his expression turning sour. However, Hu Yinwen's words were reasonable. Even a chief of Li Hu's caliber was severely injured, so how could a small group like theirs accomplish anything? It seemed that the matter of the Hu Yin tribe required careful planning.
At that moment, a confident voice resonated.
"Li Hu can't come, but I'm here, and I'm more useful than ten Li Hus!"
Finally, Lu Haikong couldn't bear to listen anymore. He lifted the tent flap and walked in with Dian Wei and the bandits...
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