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Chapter 494 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Three: Marquis Wucheng

Chapter 494: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Three: Marquis Wucheng

Tonight, there is no snow.

On the vast black snowfield, the bonfires among the endless stretch of white tents twinkled like stars, their warmth radiating and illuminating everything around them.

In the Extreme Black Lands, there is no distinction between day and night, but ensuring ample rest for the soldiers to maintain their combat strength is necessary.

Special tents designed to keep out the snow were tightly sealed, blocking the biting cold of the Extreme Black Lands, and between the large encampments, all was silent except for the crunching of the night patrol’s boots on the snow and their quiet conversations.

Suddenly,

the tranquility under the heavens was shattered by a streak of light that tore through the sky.

The sonic boom caused by the piercing flight reverberated in the distant skies, but as the streak of light approached the Northern Border’s encampment, it gradually slowed down and finally arrived above the tents without a sound.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man dressed in a purple Grain Transport Official’s uniform, his robust aura unabashedly potent.

A Great Grandmaster.

The response inside the Northern Border encampment was swift, with two beings of even more unfathomable strength rising into the air to block the visitor’s path, almost instantly.

A man and a woman.

The man was dressed in brocade clothes, with a hawk-like nose and eyes that seemed dark and gloomy.

The woman had an ordinary face, but the off-the-shoulder gown she wore could not hide its swaying elegance.

Two Primordials.

Even with their Primordial-level cultivation, facing this guest, the man with the hawk-like nose was quite polite, cupping his hands in a bow,

"Grain Transport Official Qian."

Qian Liang Cao chuckled, returning the bow,

"Mr. Liu, Miss Wang, I have an urgent matter to report to the Marquis."

As rare treasures in terms of cultivation within the army, while they may not be close personally, being stationed together for several months at least allowed them to know each other’s names.

The woman glanced at Qian Liang Cao and hesitated briefly,

"The provisions for this ten-day period arrived three days ago with Mr. Qian overseeing the transport. The next scheduled transport should still be some days away. I wonder what matter could warrant Mr. Qian’s personal visit?"

Since the Barbarian Tribe Holy City had been left vulnerable due to the departure of its main forces and subsequently conquered, the large amount of supplies stored within remained unscathed and unburned.

Aside from the barbaric blood and flesh storage that cast aside all decency, there were also mountains of various provisions for the winter.

This too became the foundation for Marquis Wucheng to continue his advance northward to root out the enemy, and the Barbarian Tribe Holy City directly served as a transfer station for provisions, with a significant amount of the supply stored there.

The main force traveled light and fast, covering great distances, while provisions were continuously transported to the frontlines by high-ranking Grain Transport Officials through the Sumeru Ring.

Qian Liang Cao looked back toward the south, a flicker of unease passing through his eyes,

"This concerns His Highness; I had to come."

"His Highness?"

The two Primordials exchanged glances, a flicker of doubt in their eyes.

In the present world, many can be addressed as ’Your Highness,’ but within the context of Qian Liang Cao’s words, the only person implied was Princess Wu Yuan.

The problem was, shouldn’t Princess Wu Yuan be in Dayan Territory, entangled with the main forces of the Barbarian Tribes?

The pair turned their gazes toward the man in the purple official robe, waiting for him to continue.

However, Grain Transport Official Qian showed no intention of explaining further and merely gazed at them with a smile.

Understanding the implication after a moment’s eye contact, the man with the hawk-like nose had a fairly good idea of what the other was suggesting.

Being Primordial-level experts, they had already stepped into the true elite class of the Dayan Empire, but some things are not just about cultivation.

Cultivation is a symbol of status, but there are some ranks that cultivation alone cannot reach.

They were not qualified.

"Huff..."

Exhaling a white breath, the man with the deep-set eyes revealed a hint of resignation and then stepped aside with a bow,

"If that’s the case, then please proceed, Mr. Qian. The Marquis should be reading in the main tent at this time."

With those words, the three of them set off toward the center of the camp without further conversation.

However, as they reached the commander’s tent, the man with the hawk-like nose and the woman in the gown did not seem inclined to enter together.

With the military on the verge of a battle, as the two on-duty powerful forces, they needed to patrol around the encampment continuously to prevent any surprise attacks from the barbarians.

Though the Barbarian Tribes were currently weakened, there are no small matters in the army.

Prince Wu Yuan had once led a charge with a thousand Soul Condensation elite troops against a Barbarian Tribe force tens of thousands strong, resulting in a monumental victory at the Nine Dragons Mountain.

A single careless surprise attack could lead to uproar within the camp, potentially causing a chain reaction of defeat.

"...."

Standing outside the commander’s tent, Qian Liang Cao watched the two Primordials disappear from sight before slowly shifting his gaze, adjusted his robe with solemnity, and bowed deeply,

"Qian Yushu has an urgent issue to report to the Marquis."

The commander’s tent was large and imposing, yet unguarded by any soldiers.

For Marquis Wucheng, gate-guarding soldiers were essentially for show, a mere facade.

If unnecessary, they were dismissed.

After a moment of silence following his words, a somewhat aged voice calmly and faintly echoed,

"Come in."

Qian Liang Cao adjusted his robe once more, reached out to part the tent flap, and stepped inside at a measured pace.

Since this was during a fast-paced campaign, the furnishings inside the commander’s tent were minimalist.

None of those intricate sand table war maps were set up; only a simple campaign map spread out on a round table in the center.

Looking closely, one could see that the map was marked with critical military information – recent discoveries of the hiding spots of the barbarians and their rough numbers.

Besides that, the only other piece of furniture in the tent was the low table at the end, carved with dragons.

This was something His Majesty had bestowed upon Marquis Wucheng years ago, and he continued to use it for decades, always keeping it with him during military campaigns.

Not daring to glance at the armored elder seated beyond the table, Qian Liang Cao kept his gaze downward as he approached, made a deep bow to the floor, and went straight to the point without any unnecessary talk,