Qiming Holy Son looked at the confused expression on the face of the Celestial youth and could only shake his head helplessly.
Alas, it's not the child's fault. It's hard to accept so many secrets suddenly revealed.
"Reporting to the Holy Son, we are less than twenty miles from the human race's main camp. We can now see the human formation."
Before Qiming Holy Son could lecture Tian Nu any further, the voice of a trusted guard came from outside the carriage.
"Alas, Tian Nu, let me be blunt. When we clash with the human race later, you and the Tian Nu Legion will stay back. It's not time for you to risk your life. You must preserve this last trace of pure fate for our Celestial race."
"Moreover, you've already advanced to the Ancestor realm. I dare say that as soon as you make a move, those ruthless characters from the human race will eliminate you immediately. Listen to your uncle's advice, the human race is too treacherous, you can't handle it. Let me do it."
With that, Qiming Holy Son opened the carriage door and mounted the Sky Cloud White Tiger beside him.
Tian Nu looked at his ridiculously ostentatious uncle with a bewildered mumble, "Holy crap, if I, an Ancestor, can't handle them, then you, a Half-Ancestor, can? This old fossil is probably going to sacrifice himself to the human race."
Lin Zhan looked at an extraordinarily exquisite carriage pulled by eight Celestial horses, stopped five miles in front of the formation, and felt a bit dazed.
"Holy crap, this show-off is that Qiming Holy Son, huh? Damn it, I've been racking my brains for days dealing with this guy." Lin Zhan said with annoyance, but also a hint of envy.
There was no helping it, Qiming's carriage was just too luxurious. The human race didn't have such things. Sudian Novel Network.
It's just that our human race is poor. In ancient times, we had to rely on our ancestors to do some "dark deeds" to support the human race.
This is how these ruthless figures of the Great Shang were forged. If you don't believe me, just look at Emperor Yan, Emperor Huang, and Chi You, these three ancient ancestors of the human race, and see if they had such chariots.
Ancestor Emperor Yan, perhaps because he was old, had difficulty with his legs. His mount was a black tiger that he had saved back then. Legend has it that this black tiger was on the brink of death due to poisoning, and Ancestor Emperor Yan happened upon it and saved it.
Later, this black tiger, to repay Ancestor Emperor Yan's life-saving grace, stayed to serve as Ancestor Emperor Yan's mount. Now, this black tiger is also a solid Ancestor-level cultivator, and it fights ferociously.
Actually, Lin Zhan knew this was a facade. The story of Ancestor Emperor Yan being old and having weak legs was nonsense. That old man once chased him around the Shennong clan's settlement with a manure fork, trying to stab him.
As for saving the black tiger, Lin Zhan just scoffed. Who would believe that? It's possible that the poison in the black tiger was administered by that old man himself. Otherwise, why would the black tiger be well now and bare its teeth at Ancestor Emperor Yan's retreating back whenever it had the chance?
Ancestor Emperor Huang was a bit more unfortunate. After all these years, he didn't even have a decent mount. It's said that he acquired quite a few random mounts back then, but they all died, fled, or were injured. This forced Ancestor Emperor Huang to go to the Imperial Dragon clan to borrow Ying Long from Old Ancestor Imperial Dragon to serve as a showpiece on important occasions.
As for Ancestor Chi You, it was even more pathetic. He had two mounts, but they were worse than having none.
One, Tie Dashan, treated him like a stable boy all the time and didn't respect him. He basically lived off his elder brother, and after eating and drinking, he'd curse his elder brother.
The other, Tie Dadi, was more refined. He wouldn't do such uncouth things, but he constantly wanted to spar with Ancestor Chi You. Who could stand that? The key was that Ancestor Chi You couldn't defeat this old grizzly bear.
Even when he lost a fight outside, he had to rely on Tie Dadi to back him up.
In short, when it came to enjoying luxuries, the human race had nothing but tears.
Even Lord Liu, who held such a high status as one of the three top leaders at the time, only enjoyed himself by dancing.
Yet, for this minor indulgence, he was constantly criticized.
Qiming Holy Son, riding the Sky Cloud White Tiger, arrived in front of the human race's formation and was startled by the expressions of everyone in the human army.
With a hint of suspicion, Qiming Holy Son looked around.
Holy crap, did I come to the wrong place? It's like I've stumbled into a bandit's den. Look at these people opposite me, why are their eyes gleaming green? What are they trying to do?
And you, kid riding a turtle, can you wipe your drool? It's understandable if you drool over beautiful women, but why are you drooling over me?
"I am Qiming Holy Son of the Celestial race. I request the Human Emperor's heir to come out for a conversation." Qiming Holy Son, mustering his courage, shouted at the human formation.
"Da Biao, make a note. The carriage is worth 750,000. This kid's armor is worth at least 800,000. The sword at his waist is at least 600,000. The helmet is 250,000, boots 100,000, cloak 150,000, and... what, he's wearing a necklace."
"I say, Da Biao, your eyesight is good. It seems we'll have to bring you along for future business deals. Make a note, necklace 450,000. Oh, and wrist guards, let's say the belt is 500,000. Come, quickly calculate the total."
Zhang Da Biao, breathing heavily, quickly calculated on the paper, "Holy crap, Commander, this Saint Son's equipment is worth at least 3.6 million foundation-level spirit cores."
"Holy crap, if we capture this kid, we'll be rich!" Lin Zhan looked at Qiming Holy Son with a covetous expression.
Qiming Holy Son was stunned, "You've got to be kidding me, are they calculating my worth?"
He then shouted at Lin Zhan, "Hey, kid, what are you looking at? My entire outfit is worth at least 12 million foundation-level spirit cores. How did you calculate it as 3.6 million? Did you not go to school and can't do math, or are you just naturally dim-witted?"
Lin Zhan quickly nodded and said, "How did you know I didn't go to school and that my brain is not working well?"
"When I was in school, I beat up the teacher, so no one taught me anymore. As for my brain not working well, there's nothing I can do about it, it's naturally like this."
Upon hearing this, Qiming Holy Son almost coughed up blood from anger. He could only say sternly, "Get lost, kid. I don't talk to idiots. Let your Commander come out and talk to me."
"I am he." Lin Zhan looked at Qiming Holy Son with an expression of 'cherishing' him.
After all, Commander Lin had never seen such a plump lamb since his debut. He had to cherish it a bit, so he could demand ransom multiple times. If he killed him in one go, it would be a huge loss.
Zhang Da Biao beside him couldn't stand his Commander's greedy demeanor anymore and quietly tugged at Lin Zhan's sleeve, saying, "Commander, Commander, wake up, we're at war. Don't always think about kidnapping."