My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again-Chapter 61 - : The Barbarian Envoy Who Precisely Steps on Landmines

Chapter 61: The Barbarian Envoy Who Precisely Steps on Landmines

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation     Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Beneath the flying boat.

Two groups of barbarians gathered together, looking up at the sky.

Yu Bai and Yu Qing were caught by the fishing line and pulled up to the flying boat.

“Whose vessel is this? It’s so large!?”

The barbarian named Anan asked.

“Brother Anan, I know.”

At this moment, a barbarian of medium stature stepped forward.

Unlike the others clad in animal skins, this barbarian wore a robe made of spirit silk, crafted with special techniques. However, it looked somewhat awkward on him, like a misfit. “What do you think, Awen?”

Anan turned to ask.

He knew this clansman, who had lived in the lands of the demonic races for several years and was well-informed about the outside world.

“We are currently in the territory of Pan Jiang Country, which falls under the jurisdiction of the Thousand Saints Mountain of the demonic races.”

“Considering the territory, this entire area is governed by the Thousand Saints Mountain. Only a respected demon elder would dare to navigate such a huge flying boat in these mountains.”

Awen spoke confidently, “It must be a demon elder passing by who took interest in the Feathered sisters for their beauty and abducted them for his amusement.”

“Awen’s words makes sense.”

The other barbarians agreed, nodding their heads.

The simple-minded barbarians tended to judge by appearances, so having Awen, their ‘wise man,’ was pleasing to them.

Anan snorted coldly, feeling somewhat discontented. His prey was snatched away by someone else.

“Brother Anan, be patient.”

Awen spoke up, “Let me board the ship and speak with the demon. I’ll make him aware of our barbarian might, and he won’t dare to contend with Brother

Anan.”

The flying boat slowly descended, stopping ten feet above the ground and hovering there.

“This is the boat’s owner inviting our people aboard.”

Awen looked at the flying boat, spat in his palm, and smoothed his hair.

“Wait here for me. I’ll be right back.”

With that, under everyone’s watchful eyes, Awen leaped up and boarded the flying boat.

On the deck of the flying boat, there were four people.

Awen observed carefully: a handsome man and three women stood at the front, with the man’s extraordinary demeanor clearly marking him as the owner of the flying boat.

The other three women included Yu Bai and Yu Qing, with the third being an unfamiliar face to Awen. He surmised that she must be a servant or slave captured by the owner of the flying boat.

He stepped forward and bowed formally.

“Greetings from Awen, the envoy of the Erqing Mountain Tribe of the

Barbarians, to the esteemed member of the demonic races.’

Lu Xuan paused for a moment, recognizing the use of the demonic language, although spoken rather awkwardly by Awen. His titles and address were somewhat jumbled.

“What brings the envoy here?” Lu Xuan inquired after a brief contemplation.

Awen’s face brightened upon hearing Lu Xuan speak, relieved that his initial apprehensions about the other’s refined appearance were unfounded. Although the demonic races looked similar to humans, Awen couldn’t distinguish between them. However, Lu Xuan had just spoken in perfect demonic official language, confirming Awen’s initial assumption.

Believing that the owner of the flying boat was indeed a demonic elder, Awen confidently stepped forward and replied, “The two women beside you were our prey. We hope you can return them to us.”

“Why does your tribe want these two from the Feathered Tribe?” Lu Xuan asked.

“You are unaware, esteemed one,” Awen explained. “Our tribe has collaborated with the Pan Jiang Country’s Southern Demon King to annex a nearby Feathered Tribe village. Unexpectedly, these two learned of our plans… If they escape and warn their tribe, it would complicate our attack.”

Lu Xuan blinked, surprised at the barbarian’s blatant disclosure of their plans.

“How come the Southern Demon King would collaborate with you?” Lu Xuan directly asked.

“Because our Barbarian God has been revived,” Awen said proudly. “The Southern Ridge is seen as a tripartite domain, but soon, the remaining two will be no more. Our Barbarian Tribe will reign supreme, and all other races will submit to us.”

“So the Southern Demon King is a wise one, then,” Lu Xuan mused, his eyes slightly darkening. “By pledging loyalty in advance, he’s securing a favorable position beside the Barbarian God. Are there other benefits?”

“Of course,” Awen replied with a secretive smile. “Once the Barbarian God regains his peak strength and our tribe unifies the Southern Ridge, all humans there will become our food, free for the taking.”

He licked his lips enticingly, tempting Lu Xuan, “You must also enjoy eating humans, right? Hand over the two Feathered Tribe women to me, and I’ll take you to our tribe for a feast. We have dozens of humans captured from the Great Yan Dynasty, including tender young children… ah, the flesh is so soft and

juicy. ”

“Several dozens, you say?” Lu Xuan responded with a seemingly amused expression. “Are all of your people gathered below?”

Confused by the demonic elder’s question, Awen nonetheless replied, “They are all assembled.”

Lu Xuan nodded and rolled up his sleeves.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the flying boat resumed its journey.

Yu Bail s palms were slightly sweaty. The human elder who had saved her and her sister imposed a profound sense of pressure on her.

She had just witnessed the elder punch and bury all the barbarians in the ground, turning them into fertilizer.

From Yu Bail s perspective, it was satisfying and aesthetically pleasing, but upon reflection, it was predominantly violent.

“The barbarian race truly cannot be educated or reasoned with.”

Lu Xuan sighed.

He wasn’t making an accusation but stating a fact.

Barbarians are inherently cruel, primitive in lifestyle, unambitious, and non-productive, living a brutal life of raw meat and blood.

The demonic races, especially the innate demons, look down upon the barbarians. As a race with high aesthetic and artistic abilities, they can’t comprehend how such barbaric intelligent beings can exist in the world.

The barbarians still wear animal skins and eat the flesh of their own kind, not for ritualistic or intimidating purposes, but simply as a lifestyle choice.

In barbarian tribes, the elders are either priests or former warriors.

Without strength in old age, they risk being consumed by their own offspring.

Sometimes, when cravings strike, they might even snatch and eat their own or others’ infants.

Lu Xuan felt this was more like an innate flaw, one on the level of the soul.

When the Barbarian God created the barbarians, it seemed like he missed installing quite a few things..