160: Chapter 90 Phoenix Tour 160: Chapter 90 Phoenix Tour This roar was immense and majestic, as if the whole of Jiangzhou City could hear it.

The horses panicked.

They all knelt to the ground.

Li Guanyi swiftly dismounted from his horse as the bronze tripod emitted a violent whistling sound, seemingly sensing an immensely strong Divine Charm.

A layer of mist materialized before Li Guanyi’s eyes, forming a vision.

Suddenly, the world before the young man’s eyes rippled, expanding into water.

The reality and the illusion separated, and a figure emerged from its slumber, first appearing before him with dragon-like horns followed by tiger-wolf-like claws, and flames clustered around it as if crowning a king.

It was a Qilin.

Li Guanyi saw the Qilin appearing before him.

With a dragon’s head and tiger’s claws, its body armored with scales, it stood on four feet amidst fire, its gaze slowly fixed on him, motionless.

The others did not catch sight of the Qilin’s form, only panicked.

Li Guanyi was startled, as he seemed to glimpse a hint of human-like brilliance in this Divine Beast’s stern gaze, seeing the excitement in the Qilin’s eyes.

The bronze tripod whistled, and it seemed as though someone was speaking in the depths of Li Guanyi’s heart.

The voice inside him was mingled with sadness and joy.

“It’s you, his child…”

“That’s wonderful, just wonderful.”

The Qilin’s voice echoed softly in Li Guanyi’s heart:

“You made it out alive.”

“You’re still alive!”

The emotions in this voice were too complicated.

Gently, yet it made Li Guanyi feel an overwhelming sadness, as if he might cry.

Li Guanyi watched as the enormous Qilin drew near, wanting to touch him gently, yet cautiously, unsure of what to do.

The next moment, he suddenly heard the loud sound of chains, as the Qilin’s roar intensified.

Li Guanyi grunted, and the vision before his eyes disappeared, leaving behind only glimpses of huge chains rising from all directions, locking up the Qilin in the form of the Four Spirits and Four Symbols.

The Qilin roared, and the vision finally disintegrated before Li Guanyi.

Chaotic noises flooded back into his ears, the Qilin’s roar causing massive panic.

Needless to say about the animals, even most people sat on the ground, their legs weak, their heads sweating coldly.

A tiger’s roar alone could chill someone to the bone, let alone the wrath of a Qilin.

Li Guanyi raised his hand to his chest.

Beside him, a muscular youth from the Western Regions looked at his donkey, sighed, crouched down, and patted the donkey’s face:

“Old Brother Donkey?”

“Brother Donkey?

Hey, hey, wake up, Brother Donkey.”

Helpless, he looked at Li Guanyi and said, “My old donkey has collapsed.

It seems I can’t continue on with you.”

“Your martial arts are very impressive.

At such a young age, I wasn’t as good as you.”

Li Guanyi lifted his head, “A Tiele person?”

He said this in the Tiele language.

His first opponent had been the Third Prince of Tiele, and he knew a little of the Tiele language.

The youth’s Central Plains official speak was awkward, tinged with a Tiele accent.

A look of surprise appeared on the youth’s face, then he smiled and said, “Brother, you understand quite a lot.”

“Skilled in martial arts, kind-hearted, and you even know our Tiele language.”

“Is this what the books from the Central Plains describe as a so-called gentleman?”

With effort, he lifted the donkey onto his shoulders, smiling as he said, “It seems there’s some truth in what the books say.”

“I originally heard that the Emperor of the Central Plains is a Saint, but he isn’t much better than the tribal leaders of the Western Regions.

The lords of the Western Regions whip their cattle and sheep; the Saint of the Central Plains whips his people with decrees.

It appears the kings everywhere are the same.”

“If he were truly a Saint, the lords of the Western Regions would want the hides and meat from the cattle and sheep, but they don’t expect the cattle and sheep to strip and kneel to present themselves, do they?”

The youth, carrying the donkey, said,

“Old Brother Donkey, you’ve carried me over three thousand miles; now, it’s my turn to carry you.”

“Young master from the Central Plains, you’re a good person.

If fate allows, we’ll meet again.”

Li Guanyi nodded, recognizing the youth’s remarkable valor, and said, “Why would a swordsman like you leave Tiele?”

The youth grinned, patted the specially shaped scimitar at his waist, and began to sing.

His voice was desolate and ancient, yet powerful, as he stepped to the rhythm and said in the Tiele language:

“Chi Le River, below Yin Mountain, the sky like a dome, covering the wilderness.”

“The sky vast, the land boundless, the wind blows low over the grass to reveal sheep and cattle.”

“The rule of Tuyuhun in the Western Regions has ended, and I came to the Central Plains hoping to obtain the Seal of the King of Tuyuhun.”

“To let our Tiele people also shed the identities of slaves and serfs in the Western Regions.”

“But the King Seal probably fell into the hands of those high-ranking officials, forcing me to come here, hoping for the aid of a gentleman from the Central Plains, to let the tribes of Tiele also have their own names in the Western Regions, wishing for my tribesmen to live well.

If possible, I am willing to entrust my life for this.”

“When fate allows us to meet again, I’ll invite you to drink the wine we brew from sheep’s milk, and we can be good friends.”

“Then I will toast to you and tell you my name.”

This was the ancient folk song of Chi Lei from the northwest.

With a scimitar similar to that of the Third Prince of Tiele hanging at his waist and a donkey on his back, the youth walked away freely and boldly under the astonished and amused gaze of the onlookers.

Li Guanyi watched his receding figure and spoke softly, “Chi Lei Song, the Tiele Tribe still exists in this era, huh.”

“The Golden Scimitar Cavalry of Tiele, known as the king of light cavalry on the grassland.”

He suddenly recalled the words of General Xue.

How I wish to confront the heroes of the world.