Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 833 Chapter 338: Ancestor of Martial Arts! Huaxia Eight Cauldrons Suppress Jiuli! (2)

For ages, since their flight to the lands of Baiyue, it has been preached that the Huaxia people residing in the north were their sworn adversaries.

An opportunity, if ever it arose, must be seized to return to Shenzhou in victory.

Yet, countless years have passed, and such a chance has never materialized.

The Huaxia people, meanwhile, have seen their strength grow immensely in Shenzhou, and now, they have even conquered Baiyue in a single, decisive campaign.

Within the confines of the Jiuli Tribe.

A woman of striking beauty, adorned in the distinctive attire of the Jiuli Clan, exuding an exotic charm, stood by.

Present before her was Tu Sui.

"General Tu."

"When exactly will the Crown Prince make his arrival?" the woman inquired.

"Saintess Chiquan, please rest assured, the Crown Prince's arrival is imminent," Tu Sui replied.

"Moreover, extending kindness to the Jiuli Tribe is a decree from His Majesty and the Crown Prince. Regardless of the Crown Prince's immediate presence, Qin will undoubtedly treat the Jiuli people with benevolence," Tu Sui added with a gentle smile.

Chi Quan!

The esteemed Saintess of the Jiuli Clan.

She also held the position of the nominal paramount leader among the Baiyue Jiuli Tribes.

When Great Qin launched its invasion.

It was the Jiuli Tribe, under Chi Quan's leadership, that spearheaded the resistance. However, confronting the sheer might of Qin's soldiers proved futile.

The men of the Jiuli Clan, though possessing impressive stature and robust physiques, even towering over the Huaxia people, were utterly outmatched by the overwhelming power and advanced weaponry of the Daqin Elite Soldiers.

In the end.

Recognizing the insurmountable odds against Great Qin, Chi Quan made the difficult decision to order a surrender. This decisive action prevented widespread bloodshed among the Jiuli Clan.

Subsequently.

Tu Sui relayed the intentions of the First Emperor and the Crown Prince, assuring the Jiuli Clan of benevolent treatment and the avoidance of a massacre.

Over the ensuing months.

The Daqin Elite Soldiers from the Wu'an Military Camp and the Jiuli Clan have been engaged in collaborative efforts, constructing roads and channels. Through these endeavors, a significant portion of the pervasive miasma that plagued various regions of Baiyue has been cleared.

"What are Qin's future plans for the settlement of my Jiuli people?" Chi Quan inquired, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"The Saintess need harbor no such concerns."

"Huaxia and Jiuli were historically integral parts of the greater Shen Zhou community."

"The Crown Prince is committed to ensuring you are not treated unfavorably."

"Please find peace of mind," Tu Sui responded with a touch of helplessness in his tone.

Ever since the Baiyue Jiuli surrendered their allegiance to Great Qin.

Chi Quan had been consumed by worry, fearing the potential wrath of Zhao Feng upon the Jiuli Clan, and apprehensive that Great Qin might relegate the Jiuli people to the status of slaves, condemning them to an eternity of servitude.

Just at this moment!

"We offer our respects to the Crown Prince."

Suddenly, a jubilant cry erupted from outside the tribal settlement.

Upon hearing this.

Tu Sui's expression also shifted, revealing a glint of excitement.

"The Crown Prince has arrived."

"Swiftly assemble the people of the tribe, ensuring all observe proper decorum."

Tu Sui instructed Chi Quan.

"Understood."

Chi Quan, initially taken aback, quickly nodded in agreement.

At the forefront of the tribe.

A multitude of Elite Soldiers knelt in reverence, their faces alight with fervent devotion.

Within their collective gaze.

Zhao Feng advanced slowly, his hands clasped behind his back.

"My brethren, arise."

Zhao Feng conveyed with a faint smile, raising his hand.

Hearing these familiar words of address, the Elite Soldiers were overcome with immense joy: "Thank you, Your Highness."

"We pay our respects to the Crown Prince."

Tu Sui, accompanied by a contingent of generals, also hastened forward.

Alongside him was his trusted subordinate, Wei Quan.

Wei Quan, no longer the Deputy General of earlier times, now held the esteemed rank of Main General within the Wu'an Military Camp.

"Enough."

"There is no need for such formalities."

Zhao Feng stated, his smile unwavering.

"We greet the Crown Prince of Great Qin."

Precisely then!

From within the heart of the tribe.

A woman emerged, leading tens of thousands of tribespeople in a collective kneeling gesture.

Zhao Feng's gaze swept over them.

The majority of Jiuli men were characterized by their formidable build and muscular physiques, while the women, in contrast, bore a resemblance to their Huaxia counterparts.

As they bowed.

A palpable sense of unease and apprehension emanated from many.

Zhao Feng offered a serene smile: "You may stand."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

A resounding chorus of acknowledgment arose from everyone.

Upon rising, their eyes remained fixed on Zhao Feng, a lingering sense of anxiety evident.

"Your Highness."

"This is Chi Quan, the Saintess of the Jiuli Clan, recognized as the foremost leader of the Jiuli Tribe."

"The current allegiance of the Jiuli people is entirely attributable to the efforts of the Saintess."

Tu Sui gestured towards Chi Quan, who stood beside him.

Zhao Feng's attention then shifted to Chi Quan.

She, in turn, nervously inclined her head to meet his gaze.

The moment Chi Quan laid eyes on Zhao Feng, her heart skipped a beat.

The Zhao Feng standing before her diverged significantly from her preconceived notions; he presented himself as a refined gentleman, possessing an aura of distinguished elegance.

"Saintess Chiquan."

"With your tribe's sworn allegiance to Qin, your people will undoubtedly receive favorable treatment from us."

"Henceforth, the Jiuli Clan and my Huaxia people shall exist as one, with no division between us," Zhao Feng declared, offering Chi Quan a reassuring smile.

"We express our deepest gratitude, Crown Prince."

Chi Quan's face bloomed with an expression of profound joy.

At this very instant, the heavy burden of worry that had weighed upon her heart was finally lifted.

"Where is the location of the Array Formation?" Zhao Feng turned to inquire of Tu Sui.

His purpose in coming to Baiyue this time remained the pursuit of the Huaxia Eight Cauldrons.

Zhao Feng understood that assembling the Nine Tripod Cauldrons would carry immense significance.

"Your Highness."

"Regarding the map you entrusted to me, by a remarkable coincidence, its designated spot lies precisely within the Jiuli Tribe, at their sacred altar," Tu Sui declared with a wide, beaming smile.

"The altar of the Jiuli Tribe?" Zhao Feng voiced, feigning a hint of surprise.

Could such a profound coincidence truly manifest?

"Show me the way," Zhao Feng commanded without delay.

"Your Highness, please follow me," Tu Sui responded, promptly taking the lead.

As they proceeded, Chi Quan overheard and stepped forward, addressing Zhao Feng: "Crown Prince, the altar of my tribe is indeed an unusual place; ever since the Jiuli Clan settled in Baiyue, it has stood there. Even my own tribespeople are permitted only to worship from afar, never to enter. To approach it is to court death."

"That matters not," Zhao Feng stated, waving his hand dismissively.

The repository of the Huaxia Nine Cauldrons was bound to be enshrouded in an aura of mystery; Zhao Feng had fully anticipated this.

If it were otherwise,

then someone of Tu Sui's cultivation, a mere Great Grandmaster, should have been capable of entering and retrieving the Eight Cauldrons himself.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the altar,

it presented itself as a distinct area within the Jiuli Tribe's domain.

A colossal statue dominated the landscape, reaching a height of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). It brandished a long blade, astride a formidable Exotic Beast below, collectively emitting a fierce and menacing aura.