"Bah, don't shout nonsense,"
Deng Yan Juling blushed, glared fiercely at the soldiers, and ran to Captain Jia Hui.
Jia Hui stood up with a chuckle, took Deng Yan Juling's small hand,
"Why are you here? This time, we are indebted to your grandfather for agreeing to take us in. I almost thought I would never see you again."
"You should thank the gods."
"What gods, just two powerful warriors."
They came from Qian Country, a place blessed with abundant talent and numerous cultivators. He could tell at a glance that this Wan Lei Fang Xiaoyu was a cultivator, albeit an extremely powerful one.
"Don't talk nonsense. The gods have come to see you. Hurry and prepare to welcome them."
"What? The gods themselves have arrived? Quick, quick, follow me out to greet them."
They had witnessed the power of Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu. They could say anything behind their backs, but when they arrived, proper etiquette could not be neglected.
Moreover, they now relied on them to get back to the Great Wall.
"No need."
Wan Lei's voice came from outside the tent, and immediately, he and Fang Xiaoyu appeared at the entrance.
Jia Hui broke out in a cold sweat. He had just spoken ill of them behind their backs. With the cultivation of these two, they could naturally hear everything clearly. How could he not be afraid?
"Juling, you go back first. We have some things to discuss with Jia Hui."
"As you command."
Deng Yan Juling curtsied, turned, and left.
"Everyone, please sit. Don't be restrained. By the way, Jia Hui, I wish you success in winning your beloved."
Wan Lei said with a smile.
Jia Hui became even more fearful. They could even hear these words, let alone what he had just said.
"Th-thank you, gods."
Jia Hui forced a smile and scratched his head.
"You must know that we are not gods, but ordinary cultivators. You don't need to be so nervous."
"Uh... My lords have saved our lives. We are naturally bound to repay you. May I ask what you need us to do? We will obey."
"Jia Hui, you are a smart person, and you naturally know that by calling ourselves gods, we are actually better able to control the Deng Yan tribe and lead everyone back to the Great Wall."
"Jia Hui understands."
"We are like you; we are outsiders here. We are new arrivals and have no confidants, so naturally, no one is willing to listen to us. Therefore, we outsiders should stick together for warmth."
"My lords..."
"Are you willing to join my command and become my personal guards, obeying only our orders from now on?
Under my command, it is better than enduring the grievances from those people in the Deng Yan tribe. You know how much they hate you. Please consider it.
I can promise you that once we reach the Great Wall, we will grant you freedom.
We are outsiders, and after sending you to the Great Wall, we will return to our own world. You don't have to worry about us restricting you in the future."
Upon hearing this, Jia Hui looked behind him, swept across the gazes of everyone present, then clasped his hands and bowed,
"My lords have saved our lives. We are absolutely bound to obey. We will pack our belongings now and move to your adjacent tent."
"No rush. We will break camp and depart tomorrow. You just need to follow me then."
"As you command."
"Well, I will be here then, and I wish you success in returning to the Great Wall and marrying your beautiful wife."
"Heh heh..."
Jia Hui's face turned red, and he scratched his hair.
Afterward, Wan Lei chatted with Jia Hui and the others for a while, learning much about the customs and traditions of Qian Country and who the strong individuals were.
While they were chatting, a group of people stealthily approached Wan Lei's tent in a large throng.
"Juling, are you sure that's the Sacred Divine Beast?"
Deng Yan Ge frowned and asked in a low voice.
"Not sure, but that's what the god said."
"Alas, whether it is or not, we must go and pay our respects. If it is truly the Sacred Divine Beast, then our hope of returning to the Great Wall alive this time will be much greater."
Deng Yan Ge, leading a group of tribal elders, arrived before Wan Lei's tent and bowed,
"Grassland people, Deng Yan Ge, leading tribal elders to pay respects to the gods."
"Come in."
It was the voice of the little yellow dog.
Deng Yan Ge led his people in with their heads bowed, and stealthily looked up at the little yellow dog. This made him greatly astonished.
He saw the small dog with yellow fur, which was extremely cute, sitting elegantly on the dining table, surrounded by swirling lightning. A streak of purple lightning extended from its body, lifting a piece of meat into its mouth.
What kind of power was this?
That was lightning, the might of the heavens!
"What is it?"
The little yellow dog looked down with disdain, its tone indifferent, full of the demeanor of a powerful being.
"Ah? Ah, this humble one has come to ask the gods when we can depart?"
"Such a trivial matter, ask Wan Lei. Don't come here to disturb me."
Hearing the little yellow dog's words, Deng Yan Ge knew that the other party thought it was the god he was referring to, and his heart was even more shocked. He thought this beast must have been called a god frequently to naturally assume it was asking about it.
Coupled with its tone, its posture, and the lightning, Deng Yan Ge was now 100% convinced that this was the legendary Sacred Divine Beast.
"If there's nothing else, withdraw. Let this god... let me have some peace."
Exiting Jia Hui's tent, Wan Lei looked up at the sky.
He hadn't paid attention before, but the sky here seemed to be perpetually dim. Heavy clouds obscured the sky, making the sun invisible. All he could see were raindrops falling, entering the soil, and disappearing.
A light rain drizzled continuously, falling on his face. The aura of desolation made him involuntarily disgusted.
"I used to like light rain. Now I hate it."
Wan Lei reached out and caught a few drops of rain.
"Oh? Starting to hate me already? Heh, man."
Fang Xiaoyu sneered.
Wan Lei was startled, and then he remembered that the person beside him was also called Xiaoyu.
"I wasn't talking about you, but the rain in the sky."
"I don't believe you. You just unintentionally spoke your mind."
"You little brat, do you want to be dealt with again?"
"Tch, you? Even if you had ten times the courage, would you dare to touch me?"
"You're asking for a beating."
"Ahem, calm down. We are gods. How can we make a scene like this? You must remember that you are a divine servant serving the Nine Heavens Origin God. You must have your own dignity."
"Bah, can my status be lower than it? I will let the people of the Deng Yan tribe know that I am the true god."
After Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu returned to their tent, Deng Yan Juling, with an excited expression, ran all the way to Jia Hui's tent and told Jia Hui about the Sacred Divine Beast.
Jia Hui was also extremely surprised, which further solidified his determination to follow Wan Lei. At the same time, he told Juling about them becoming personal guards.
Upon hearing this, Juling became even happier. She then ran all the way to her grandfather's tent and conveyed this news to Deng Yan Ge.