Cultivation Starts from Killing Pigs-Chapter 269 - 266: Guests from the Grasslands, Divine Dynasty’s New Era

The sun and moon rotate, and the snow melts away.

On the vast grassland, patches of green are emerging, and while the cold wind greets the face, the chill of early spring can still be felt.

Rabbits, having starved all winter, are nibbling at the grass roots. Suddenly, ears upright, they dart into their burrows as if frightened.

A huge procession gradually appears at the horizon.

At the front are over a thousand knights with shaved heads in leather armor, carrying bows and swords, on tall horses with tiger-like vigilance.

Behind them, attendants in silk robes on fierce horses, with banners and flags accompanying, surrounded by incense smoke and a large golden tented carriage.

The procession had been marching for a long time, yet both men and horses remained spirited, the formation orderly rather than scattered, clearly all elite forces.

Above, several small black dots hover, suddenly an eagle's cry pierces the sky. The mighty knight leader in front raises his hand to halt the procession, his eyes gleaming fiercely, staring intently at the vast grassland.

Whoosh, the knights quickly bend their bows and notch arrows, the bone arrowheads engraved with scarlet runes.

From a distance, rolling black smoke surges forth, halting abruptly to reveal figures resembling wolves or jackals. These creatures, with scaleless armorless fur, have blood-red eyes spewing turbid vapors.

"Grain Avoidance Realm..."

The knight leader's eyes flashed with disdain but he forcibly suppressed his anger, looking towards the rear.

Such demons he could easily handle, but he could not act rashly because they came from the Sea of Blood on the Grassland.

A faint voice emerged from the golden tent: "Amolan Priest, what does this signify?"

Suddenly, a hooting laugh arose, and from the procession emerged a hunched old woman in a black robe, leaning on a ram's horn cane, under her hood a ghastly wrinkled face.

This old woman walked slowly yet her figure moved swiftly, entering the gold-topped tent in the blink of an eye.

Inside the carriage tent, adorned with colorful carpets and burning incense, sat a handsome young man in golden attire and a pearl-studded felt hat, with a calm expression, cross-legged.

The strange old woman, referred to as the Amolan Priest, chuckled darkly, "It's nothing, just a reminder to the Crown Prince, as to who truly rules this grassland. On this trip to Zhongyuan, merely sign a non-aggression pact and avoid meddling..."

The young man's expression remained unchanged as he toyed with a string of prayer beads, "The priest can rest assured, the Little Prince has things in mind."

"That is good then..."

The strange old woman gave the young man a deep look, turned into black smoke and exited the tent.

Subsequently, the blocking demons retreated, and the procession moved forward.

A flash of fury flickered in the young man's pupils, yet his expression stayed calm, not even daring to let his breath falter.

He could not afford to miss this opportunity!

The life of the human race was hard, but the grassland people had it even harder, with seasonal winds and frosts cutting like knives, and demon ghosts running rampant everywhere. If one seeks temporary stability, they must carry out blood sacrifices year after year without stopping.

There are two Forbidden Lands on the grassland, Wolf Mountain and the Sea of Blood. Once the protective force, the Shaman Divine Sect has turned completely towards the Forbidden Lands, acting as accomplices. Now, they are just sheep being herded.

Indeed, he is the Crown Prince of the Golden Tent's Royal Court, the grassland eagle Bolder.

But even as part of the royal family, what did that mean?

As a child, when he saw his mother torn apart by emissaries from the Sea of Blood, and his father not daring to utter a word, he knew his Crown Prince title was worth nothing.

Therefore, he and his sister, both naturally clever, made a revenge plan.

His sister feigned illness and death, and several years later joined the Shaman Divine Sect, becoming the Saintess Manzudia, while he advanced step by step, secretly building power.

Everything was for finding the strength to escape the Forbidden Land and seek revenge.

Last year, they finally found an opportunity, his sister Manzudia abandoned everything and entered the Underworld under the guise of a diplomatic trip to Zhongyuan. As for him, he dispatched all secretly accumulated forces to assist.

A trace of sorrow flashed in Bolder's eyes.

In the Kaiyuan era, the grassland was still part of Zhongyuan territory. After chaos erupted across the land, it split from the region, thus the Ghost Rong Kingdom acquired some heritage, learning that the Underworld harbored sufficiently powerful things.

But the records also contain many dangers, his sister entered with the determination to die, seeking a sliver of hope, with no word for over half a year, likely already perished.

In the depths of despair, startling changes in Zhongyuan brought messages more unbelievable one after another.

The Qian Dynasty fell, locust demons ravaged, chaos ensued, then Divine Beings emerged, stabilizing all Forbidden Lands and suppressing all evil, establishing the Divine Path, constructing the Divine Land Array, changing the heavens and earth, setting the Divine Dynasty's Kaiyuan era!

When the news came, he didn't believe it at first, but then quickly discovered many clues.

Pastoralists near the border began secretly worshiping the opponent's Divine Path, enraging the Shaman Divine Sect, they pressured his father to ban it, yet dared not execute those pastoralists.

The Forbidden Lands of Wolf Mountain and the Sea of Blood began retracting. Winter's white blizzard, once covering the skies at night, saw fewer roaming Old Demons crossing the lands.

All signs indicated,

The Forbidden Lands were afraid!

Arriving at this conclusion, Bolder was overjoyed, cursing and weeping, drunk for three whole days and nights.

Yet, subsequently, the Shaman Divine Sect tore off all pretenses, taking full control of the Golden Tent Royal Court, every political order requiring their approval.

However, finally, there came an opportunity: After all, with the establishment of the Zhongyuan New Dynasty, as a neighboring country, a diplomatic mission was inevitable. He took the initiative for this task.

The Shaman Divine Sect did not obstruct, even hoping he might sign a non-aggression agreement, thus using the life of the entire royal family as threat.

Bolder allowed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

When his gentle and kind mother met a tragic death, when he and his sister swore a blood oath of revenge, everything could be sacrificed, including their own lives.

The royal family?

Even if he didn't care about his own life, why would he care about the parasites filled with deceit and corruption?

As for that so-called father, who after his mother's death sighed in relief and took two more women, had long become a stranger. This Crown Prince position, he secured through cunning and seizure.