879: Chapter 466: 36 Tribes of the Northern Region_3 879: Chapter 466: 36 Tribes of the Northern Region_3 More than seventy percent were poison-related.
Moreover, there was a natural waterway transportation advantage created by the River God faith — as long as Brother was encouraged to work harder to expand the faith, not only could it suppress the demon beasts in the river, ensuring smooth navigation, but it could also radiate to all tributaries and eventually connect everything.
Preston Barnett nodded repeatedly, saying “good” several tis.
Owen Bertram didn’t introduce Preston to anyone, sparing the severe social phobia sufferer any social interaction.
However, he still brought Preston to the entrance of a valley and told him, “You don’t need to et anyone else, but you’ll want to get to know this person.”
Preston’s upper body imdiately slumped: “I don’t believe you.
You’re lying to .”
Owen pulled him and didn’t let him run away.
He then entered the valley and called out, “Senior Ken, I’ve brought you a like-minded fellow cultivator.”
As soon as Preston stepped into the valley, he perked up, sniffing around: “Witch insects!”
Ken’s formation was very exquisite — this eccentric Sixth Realm cultivator was unreliable in other aspects, but he was incredibly reliable when it ca to witch insects.
Outside the formation, not a trace of witch insect auras could be felt.
Preston didn’t dislike witchcraft; after all, he grew up in the Five-Spotted Sect, and so things seeped into his bones from childhood.
He just preferred poison techniques, with witchcraft being a supplent.
Witch insects were often highly poisonous.
Ken floated over, not at all having the deanor of a Sixth Realm Venerable.
He wore a coarse cloth outfit, apparently for the sake of convenience while “working,” such as performing so “postnatal care for witch insects.”
Owen introduced the two, only to find himself becoming the “superfluous person” as they imdiately began a very professional exchange.
Sir Owen could barely understand but couldn’t contribute, and whenever he wanted to open his mouth, he would be interrupted by the other two individuals.
There was an air of disdain in their words: don’t try to join our conversation with your half-knowledge.
Sir Owen silently walked out of the valley, waited a few shichen without seeing Preston exit, and grew impatient.
As a busyman, his ti was extrely precious, and he couldn’t waste it waiting for them.
He reentered the valley, forcefully interrupted the two, grabbed Preston, and told him, “Just stay here.” He threw out five corpses he had previously obtained from the srizing Demon, red-skinned barbarians: “First research the physical structure of these Red Clan barbarians, and after we have preliminary results, I’ll think of a way to catch so live ones for you.”
“Got it.
Go on your way, if there’s anything I need, I’ll ask Brother Ken to discuss it with you.” Preston waved his hand impatiently, urging Owen to leave: “If you have anything, it’s best to relay it through Brother Ken.
Try not to co and find .”
Owen turned and left.
Upon returning to Looking Cloud Cliff, he t the female general Greystone, who saw his unhappy expression and asked, “Why is Sir unhappy?”
“I t two blockheaded fellows!” Sir Owen complained bitterly.
Greystone looked confused, and Owen waved his hand: “Nevermind that, do you have any news?”
Greystone slapped her forehead: “Big news, His Majesty wants you to co to the palace imdiately.” Sir Owen had no choice but to rush over without any delay.
Of course, he didn’t like dealing with the Emperor.
He’d rather spend ti fixing the Summit tropolitan Office and East Prison Town Comfort Office, supervise his subordinates’ cultivation progress, pay attention to the intelligence network of Sang Island and Nanni Nation, or discuss with the srizing Demon the feasibility of the Six Mountain Patch Monsters…
Sir Owen was truly very busy, but the Emperor was still the Emperor.
Before Sir Owen successfully changed the situation, he had to cater to the Emperor’s wishes.
However, today, upon entering the Flying Carriage Palaces, Sir Owen felt sothing was off.
The leader of the Imperial Guard outside the palace gate bowed and congratulated him while grinning at him.
Inside the gate, the Royal Attendant waiting for the Emperor asked for a reward with open hands.
Sir Owen quietly asked, “Eunuch, what exactly happened?”
“Good news, hehehe, sir, you’ll know when you enter.” This no-good eunuch even played a guessing ga with him.
When Sir Owen entered, he saw more than ten light projections of important ministers who were in the Capital.
Besides them, those accompanying the Emperor and the princes were also present, even the old uncle from the Sixth Great Realm.
The group was arguing nonstop, and the Emperor seed confused instead of his usual impatient expression when ministers bickered endlessly.
“Your Majesty, Sir Owen has arrived.” The Royal Attendant reported with piety, and the Emperor imdiately beckoned: “Sir Owen, co quickly.
Today’s matter is related to you.”
“Related to ?” Sir Owen quickly pondered what incident could have implicated him: Nanni Nation?
Sang Island?
The Demon Court?
Owen approached and saw the princes glaring at him, except for the Fifth Prince — the fatty was ambiguously winking and making faces at him.
The Emperor said, “Here’s the deal: the envoy from the North Wasteland Clan has arrived in the Capital, and their goal this ti is to arrange a marriage for the current Saintess of North Ice.”
“It’s said that the current Saintess of North Ice is twenty-eight years old, known as the number one beauty in the thirty-thousand miles of the Northern Region — a peerless beauty capable of toppling cities and countries.
She’s also the number one Heaven’s Chosen among the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region, known internally as ‘Peerless Talent, Once in Five Thousand Years’!”
“According to the Northern Region’s tradition, only those who can personally defeat the Saintess of North Ice can marry her.
However, the younger generation of the 36 Tribes all lost to the Saintess.
Left with no choice, the North Wasteland Clan had to follow tradition and escort the Saintess outside the country for a marriage alliance.
The first stop is our Wood Dynasty.”
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