The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Xisha Islands

A young man, with his face covered with a coarse cloth, leaving only his eyes exposed, lay quietly in the yellow sand.

Sometimes two passers-by would pass by him, but he would not move, but lie there dormant waiting for his prey to appear.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky darkened.

Not far ahead, about fifty Western Yi soldiers were stationed here.

The Xisha Islands became extremely cold at night. The group of soldiers lit a fire, and more or less people gathered around the fire to keep warm. A few of them formed patrol sentries and took turns to keep watch.

The people sitting in the middle probably had the highest status and communicated in Western Yi language.

"This war has been going on for more than half a year. I don't know what the high priest is thinking. We have enough troops. If we just keep fighting with the Chu State in small battles, who knows how long it will take."

"What do you know? The high priest must have his considerations, and that's something you and I can understand."

One of them threw a piece of dead wood into the fire, and the burning wood began to crackle.

"The king trusts the high priest too much."

"Who knows? This high priest seems to be from the Great Chu, rescued by the previous king, and has been with the king ever since. If you ask me, if someone like this from the Great Chu is caught, he should be hacked to death. I really don't know what the king is thinking."

The dormant boy turned his eyes to the person who spoke.

"I heard that the high priest was only a few years old when he was picked up. He has been in Mo Sheng for more than fifty years, so he must be sixty. Tsk, a Da Chu person really treats Mo Sheng as his own home."

One of them said disdainfully.

"Hachi, keep your voice down. If the high priest's lackeys hear you and report you, you'll be in big trouble."

The person next to him reminded him jokingly, but even though he said that, the disdain in his eyes was evident.

Hachi spoke loudly, tilting his neck and glancing at the people who were patrolling over there.

"I, Hachi, am not afraid. No matter how powerful the high priest is, he is nothing but a dog licking the king's face. We in Nubu City are the king's most loyal subjects. We are not comparable to any cat or dog."

After a few people talked to each other, the young man had a general understanding of the situation.

This young man is Kang Ge'er who has already arrived at the border. He is now lurking here, waiting for the opportunity to eliminate this group of Western barbarians.

He had already heard about the situation of the Western Yi, also known as the Mo Sheng Kingdom, from people around him.

The Mo Sheng Kingdom divides its forces according to cities, with a total of six main cities.

In addition, the person who now holds the main power is a man called the high priest. He is the most trusted by the king, and even this war was proposed and initiated by him.

Among the seven forces of Mo Sheng Kingdom, none of them submits to the other, especially the high priest's faction, which is the target of attack from the seven main cities.

Because this high priest was not from Mo Sheng, but was picked up by the king of Mo Sheng more than fifty years ago.

When this high priest was picked up, he was only seven years old and spoke the Da Chu dialect. At that time, Mo Sheng wanted to drive the child out, but was stopped by the king.

He was raised in Mo Sheng. Somehow he gained the favor of the previous king and was appointed as the high priest.

In the past, each high priest was selected from the children of the six main cities, but now it was taken away by an outsider. One can imagine how angry the six city lords were.

Later, the previous king died and the little prince was made the successor to the throne. He is the current king, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The high priest holds great power, and it seems like he is using the emperor to control the princes.

"Bah, what a wolf's ambition! I think this bastard high priest has bad intentions. After the previous king passed away, he couldn't wait to seize power and control the king, my poor king."

The high priest was too powerful, so the six city lords did not dare to act rashly and were secretly competing with each other.

Just like this time, there was a shortage of food and grass at the front line, and the food and grass should have been supplied by Mu City, but Mu City kept dragging its feet and could not supply it.

Now, they have been sent back from the front line, and they must transport food and supplies back. If the food and supplies do not reach the front line, they don’t have to go.

The high priest over there couldn't help but curse a few times.

Now the situation has become tense.

Kang Ge'er watched the two groups quarreling, and he moved slowly, getting closer.

Looking at the group of people just talking, he touched a stone next to him that was about half the size of a fist.

He slowly stood up, half-crouched and hid behind a low bush.

"Coward, a bastard with the dirty blood of the Great Chu in his bones."

After saying that, Hachi turned around and prepared to go back to continue roasting the fire.

Those who were being scolded were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick. They were the descendants of the union of Da Chu and Mo Sheng.

Because of the blood of the Great Chu, their status in Mo Sheng was particularly low. It was only with the emergence of the high priest that they had more opportunities. Therefore, people like them were loyal to the high priest, and the high priest was their god of salvation.

As the triumphant Hachi turned around, he was hit on the head by a stone.

He touched the back of his head in disbelief, and the blood flowing from his fingertips made the anger in his eyes grow.

A stone ignited the struggle between several major forces. Mo Sheng's soldiers took the opportunity to vent their anger, swinging their fists to kill each other.

Later, he used a knife.

The leader, Hachi, gave a wink to his men, and they quietly drew their daggers, each strike deadly.

Hachi had just killed someone, and blood splattered on his face as he grinned.

When the time comes, we can say that it was done by the people of Da Chu, and it cannot be blamed on them.

The mastermind behind the bloody incident was watching the excitement there, when someone quietly approached him.

Kang Ge'er turned around and saw the much thinner body of Master Xuan.

Taking advantage of the sound of fighting, Old Xuan came close to Kang Ge'er and bit his ear.

"Good boy, you are so mean. Compared to you, your master is really inferior. Don't say that I taught you in the future. You are ruining my reputation in the martial arts world."

Kang Ge'er glanced at him with a smile in his eyes, then continued looking over there.

"Come on, where are Bai Yi and the others?"

Xuan Lao stretched his neck slightly and said, "We will ambush them in the north. They will understand what you mean. After they are both defeated, we will take advantage of the situation."

Noticing that two people had escaped, Kang Ge'er covered his mouth and made two unique sounds, signaling to stay put.

The person not far away who originally wanted to step forward to deal with the situation stopped his action even though he didn't understand why the two men were let go.

"Two people escaped over there, Hachi, we have to bring them back."

"Take two people with you to deal with them."

When a few people caught up, they heard a secret signal from the other side, which sounded like the cry of an animal. This kind of cry is very common in the Xisha Islands, so no one noticed anything wrong.

Kang Ge'er replied.

The few people who were chasing after them walked far away and suddenly disappeared.

Here, we could see that Hachi's faction had won the victory and was preparing to clean up the mess.

"Damn it, there are only seventeen of us left. How are we going to explain this to the king when we get back?"