Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 562 - 524: Whose scent is this sly fox?

Chapter 562: Chapter 524: Whose scent is this sly fox?

Sharlobi listened to the vast tent, and to his surprise, the sound of rushing water emerged. He frowned slightly and looked around.

Eventually, his keen hearing made him realize that the sound seemed to come from within the coffin.

Something was amiss!

Although Sharlobi didn’t know what exactly was going on inside the coffin, the unusual event gave him a very bad feeling.

Therefore, Sharlobi strode towards the coffin, intending to reach out and lift the lid to take a look inside.

Of course, it didn’t matter if there was anything inside. The important thing was to take the opportunity to lift the lid of Dashi Bian’s coffin!

Zhang San immediately intervened, "Prince Sharlobi, this is your elder brother’s coffin. What do you mean to do?"

Sharlobi glared at Zhang San and retorted angrily, "Sui people! This is our Tujue, not your Land of the Midday Sun! Who gave you the right to speak here?"

At this moment, all of Dashi Bian’s confidants in the tent sensed that something was wrong, and many had already approached the coffin, ready to act at any moment.

Some even started to sneak out to secretly call for help.

Zhang San stood in front of Sharlobi, smiling faintly, and said, "Prince Sharlobi, as the saying goes, ’Respect the dead.’ This man is already dead; isn’t it somewhat inappropriate for you to act this way?"

Sharlobi didn’t care about what Zhang San said and pushed him aside with his hand.

However, upon pushing him, he found that he couldn’t move him at all.

And Zhang San realized that Sharlobi looked quite formidable and was probably not yet thirty or close to it, at least ten years older than himself.

After all, as the son of Khan Muzhen, he likely hadn’t lacked for heavenly treasures and earthly materials since childhood, and with Muzhen Khan’s grooming, his strength must be much greater than mine.

But this? I didn’t even exert much strength, and you couldn’t push me!

Sharlobi was furious and was about to take action when suddenly, he heard a loud bang, and the lid of the coffin was pushed open from the inside.

As the coffin lid fell heavily to the ground, Dashi Bian rose from inside the coffin.

For Dashi Bian, he already basically knew who truly supported him and who was disloyal to him.

So there was no need for him to keep playing dead inside there.

Seeing Dashi Bian emerge from the coffin, Sharlobi’s brow mildly furrowed.

Although Sharlobi didn’t know why Dashi Bian was pretending to be dead, it added to his sense of unease.

After all, the most terrifying opponent is the one who is unpredictable!

Zhang San immediately went over and helped Dashi Bian up from the coffin.

Since Dashi Bian still had a "wine pot" in his hand, it wasn’t very convenient for him to come out on his own without assistance.

At this point, many people outside had rushed in, wanting to protect Dashi Bian.

Seeing the people of Dashi Bian rush in, those that Sharlobi had brought also stormed in.

Even some individuals from other tribes who had been outside sensed trouble brewing and gathered around the tent to watch the excitement.

The news that Dashi Bian wasn’t dead was stunning to everyone.

Zhang San felt the awkwardness in the air and quickly thought on his feet.

"It must be because of your filial piety towards Khan Muzhen that moved the God of Mysterious Strategy, allowing you to be resurrected! This...this is truly moving heaven and earth!"

A Tujue person beside him whispered, "Matters of life and death fall under the Great Sun God’s domain, not the God of Mysterious Strategy."

Zhang San glanced at the person who reminded him.

How the hell am I supposed to know all the odd things you Tujue people believe in!

At this moment, Sharlobi took two steps back.

Although he did not know why Dashi Bian feigned death, he felt there was a conspiracy at play, yet exactly what the conspiracy was remained unclear to him.

Then, Dashi Bian turned to Sharlobi with a smile and said, "Brother, I have resurrected. Disappointed, aren’t you?"

Indeed!

I didn’t fake my death!

I truly died and then resurrected!

Sharlobi let out a cold laugh and said, "Disappointed? Why should I be disappointed. Whether you live or die, the position of Khan is mine!"

Dashi Bian scoffed disdainfully and retorted, "Do you truly wish to contend with your elder brother for the position of Khan?"

"That position was mine from the start! You’re nothing but a lowborn! You’re unworthy of the Khan’s seat! Only someone of noble birth like myself can gain the Great Sun God’s recognition and become the Khan of the steppes!"

Dashi Bian sighed helplessly, looking weary as he said, "Originally, I still had regard for our brotherly bond and didn’t want to harm you. Since that’s the case, we are no longer brothers from now on."

As he spoke, Dashi Bian lifted a wine flask and then picked up a wine cup from beside him.

He poured out the wine meant for the offering and filled it with the "wine" from his own flask before handing it to Sharlobi.

Dashi Bian set down his flask and picked up another cup of wine, then said to Sharlobi, "Drink this cup, and we will become opponents!"

Sharlobi knew that right behind him were not only his own men and Dashi Bian’s but also many people from other tribes watching.

At this moment, if he didn’t drink, he would lose his momentum.

If he lost now, who would support him afterward?

Besides, with so many people present, Dashi Bian surely wouldn’t dare to poison him.

So, Sharlobi raised his wine cup.

The two men looked each other in the eye and drained their cups.

After drinking, Sharlobi smashed the wine cup and turned to leave Dashi Bian’s tent.

Soon, the news of Dashi Bian’s resurrection spread throughout the entire camp.

The tribal leaders who had just chosen to side with Sharlobi were now in a foul mood.

Couldn’t you have resurrected earlier!

After leaving Dashi Bian’s tent, Sharlobi hadn’t gone far before he found a secluded spot and began to crouch on the ground, retching.

"Ugh...agh... what the hell is this stuff! Why does it smell so foul? Like urine! Yet there’s a slight sweetness, almost better than pee! Ugh..."

Just then, Qianjin Kedun happened to pass by, motioning others to step away before handing Sharlobi a water bladder for rinsing his mouth.

"Thank you, Qianjin Kedun."

With no one around,

Although Sharlobi spoke his thanks, one hand had already reached for Qianjin Kedun’s buttocks.

Qianjin Kedun frowned slightly and said, "What’s this scent on you? That of a lascivious fox?"

Sharlobi laughed and said, "No matter how wanton, could it compare to you? Rest assured, once I become Khan, you will be mine."

Qianjin Kedun immediately leaned into Sharlobi’s chest and spoke tenderly, "Don’t worry, I will support you, and I’ll get the State Preceptor to support you too. Just, my situation..."

Sharlobi naturally knew that Qianjin Kedun’s willingness to help him was not without conditions.

"Don’t worry! Once I become Khan, you will be my Katun. At that time, I will be the Yuwen Family’s son-in-law! How could I possibly not help the Yuwen Family seek revenge?"

Qianjin Kedun, hearing Sharlobi’s assurance, contentedly snuggled against him in his embrace.