Chapter 295 – Young Master (2/2)

In the next few days, Shao Xuan came to the Hui tribe’s houses every day to learn the language of the slave masters. The language and text of the slave masters were not difficult. Moreover, Shao Xuan was good at memorizing, so he acquired knowledge of the language in just a few days.

After three days, Shao Xuan had learned most of that language. With a hide roll containing the words used by the slave masters, he kept learning after returning to his house. In addition, he often went to the streets and communicated with native speakers. It seemed like it would not take a long time for him to become proficient in the language.

That day, Shao Xuan, who had been in the house learning slave masters’ language for the last few days, took Tuo out. Most of the goods sold in the Fallen Leaves City were simpler and cruder than the ones sold in marketplaces between the tribes, but some were quite novel to the tribesmen, such as animals, herbs, ornaments, etc.

However, it was not their lucky day since they saw the female slave master being carried around again.

As per He She, this slave master must be one of the two half-sisters of the current Fallen Leaves Lord. There may be some reasons why only the two girls among all the brothers and sisters survived. According to the information Shao Xuan obtained, he speculated that these two girls are either smart or brain-dead.

In any case, Shao Xuan did not intend to have any dealings with these slave masters for now. He had not yet decided on a young master to have an alliance with. Only three people of the Flaming Horn tribe came on this trip and they were not well known in the city. So, Shao Xuan was not sure if the cooperation with any slave master would go smoothly.

When Shao Xuan and Tuo were about to leave, someone shouted to them. It was the voice of the female slave master from the wooden sedan.

Shao Xuan pretended he didn’t understand and ignored her.

However, before they could leave, the slaves in front of them had blocked the road.

“Stop!” This time, the slave master used the tribal language, but it sounded a bit coarse.

Tuo looked at Shao Xuan, with his hand holding the handle.

Shao Xuan signaled him to be calm and turned to look at the female slave master who was coming close.

“Who are you?” The voice was proud. A hand wearing a variety of ornaments pulled aside the strip in front of the wooden sedan and a face that could not be recognized was shown.

“We are from the Flaming Horn tribe.” replied Shao Xuan.

“Oh? The Flaming Horn tribe? I haven’t heard of it.” said the slave master slowly, “but it doesn’t matter. I believe it’s not a big tribe. Are you willing to follow me?” Her words were full of arrogance and charity, as if it was very glorious to become her slave.

To follow a slave master meant to be a slave, but not to cooperate.

Tuo’s eyes were filled with anger. When he was about to pull out his knife, Shao Xuan stopped him.

Shao Xuan looked at the person on the wooden sedan, “I’m not interested in it.”

The woman on the wooden sedan loosened the strip and snorted.

Next to the wooden sedan, a burly man strode out with a big stone hammer. With his every step, deep footprints were left on the ground. When each step fell, a “bang” sound could be clearly heard and the sand on the ground was shaken.

According to the word on his face, it was a “Pu” slave.

Before Tuo could take action, Shao Xuan stepped forward. When the slave waved the hammer, he escaped sideways. Both his hands took advantage of the situation and directly grabbed the handle of the long stone hammer and then he pulled hard.

The slave holding the hammer suddenly felt a stinging sensation as if his hands were getting roasted and being tossed in the hot desert. He wanted to hold the hammer handle tighter, but he couldn’t resist the greater power of Shao Xuan. Although he tightened his grip, the hammer still got pulled out of his hand.

Crack!

Under the sturdy force of this action, the arms of the “Pu” slave got dislocated!

Bang!

The “Pu” slave who lost the stone hammer was kicked by Shao Xuan and flew out ten meters before crash landing. He wanted to rise up, but the pain made him sweat and he couldn’t get up for a while.

When the person who had been standing outside the crowd saw this scene, he was a little stunned and then his face beamed with delight. When the person on the wooden sedan was about to call more people out, he shouted, “Stop!”

Hearing this voice, the people who had just gathered around all stepped back. Lowering their heads, they respectfully said, “Young master!”

The people who were ready to fight against Shao Xuan also smoothened their expression and became silent in a moment.

“When did Fallen Leaves City start forcing the tribesmen to become slaves?” asked the young man righteously, while walking towards the crowd.