Chapter 4

The vast grasslands of the northern frontier stretch flat and boundless, seemingly endless. Looking down from a high vantage point, one can see a vast expanse of emerald green spread out before their eyes. As the gentle breeze blows, the grasslands immediately ripple with waves of green. Amidst these green waves, a myriad of colors—white, crimson, deep pink, light blue, golden yellow—emerge, a breathtaking sight.

"Under the sky of Chale River, below the Yin Mountains, the sky is like a dome, covering all the fields. The sky is vast and blue, the fields are vast and green, and the wind blows the grass low to reveal cattle and sheep."

Xiaosheng stood atop a steep cliff, softly reciting this famous ancient poem while raising his head to gaze into the distance. As far as the eye could see, the vast grasslands spread out from his feet like an enormous carpet, extending endlessly in all directions, as if they could reach the ends of the earth. The vastness and grandeur were awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble. The sound of hooves, like distant thunder, quickly approached from afar. In the blink of an eye, a black torrent surged up from the horizon, roaring and surging forward.

It was an army! Thousands of soldiers and horses galloped freely across the vast grasslands, raising dust that obscured the sun and filled the sky. Endless flags fluttered in the wind, creating a magnificent and spectacular scene.

In the center of the black army, a large white banner symbolizing supreme authority was held high. Beneath the banner stood a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a sharp gaze and a demeanor that exuded the aura of a powerful warlord.

Finally, he has come. Xiaosheng narrowed his eyes and smiled. Although they had never met, the instinct in his blood surged and roared silently at the first moment, a reaction more intense than ever before.

Xiaosheng knew without a second glance that this was the person he had been waiting for—Borjigin Temujin!

Many years later, he would be known by a more famous name: Genghis Khan. And this name was the very reason Xiaosheng had to kill him.

Killing! For the Xiaosheng of his previous life, it was a bloody act he could never have imagined. But for the Xiaosheng of this life, it was no different from eating or drinking, not something to be overly surprised about.

The reason for this change was entirely due to the different environment. In his previous life, Xiaosheng was just an ordinary student living in a peaceful and stable society. But in this life, he had a nominally noble identity, surrounded by a world of intrigue and danger.

To survive, Xiaosheng had to adapt.

Moreover, this Temujin belonged to a parallel universe, not the same world as Xiaosheng. So when Xiaosheng thought about killing him, he felt no psychological burden.

There was a significant difference in the flow of time between Xiaosheng's main world and the parallel universe, roughly one month to one day. In the main world, Xiaosheng's identity was special, and he could not be absent for long. He had been in this parallel universe for quite some time, so he decided to act decisively and swiftly.

Thinking about the significance and rewards of his actions, Xiaosheng felt a surge of energy. He took a deep breath, spread his arms, and leaped off the hundred-foot cliff.

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Temujin sat high on his steed, surveying the scene. Surrounded by elite soldiers, his presence exuded an aura of supreme power. This ruler of the grasslands stood at the pinnacle of his power, feeling a sense of great ambition and confidence.

Before today, the grasslands were divided into three major powers: Wang Khan of the Kereit, Jamukha of the Jadaran, and Temujin of the Kiyat. They each ruled a part of the land.

However, last night, this balance was shattered. Temujin led his troops in a night raid against the combined forces of Wang Khan and Jamukha, achieving a decisive victory. The armies of the Kereit and Jadaran were utterly defeated, either killed or surrendered. From now on, there would be only one Khan on the grasslands: Temujin!

This was not the end for Temujin, but just the beginning. The vast grasslands were too small for a man of his ambition. Soon, Temujin would continue his conquests, either by marching south to attack the Jin Dynasty that dominated Central China, or by leading his troops west to confront the powerful Khwarezmians in Central Asia.

Expand! Expand! Expand! An endless and boundless expansion! Temujin believed that the greatest joy in life was to chase and kill enemies, invade their lands, plunder their wealth, and listen to the cries of their wives and children. Therefore, he was determined to conquer all the lands under the blue sky and make them his own pasture, with himself as the sole master!

Suddenly, the advance of the army halted. This black torrent, which had originated from the grasslands and was now poised to sweep across the world, had stopped moving without receiving an order from Temujin!

Temujin was abruptly jolted out of his ambitious dreams and was immediately enraged!

This invincible army, which had swept across the grasslands, belonged to him alone! He was the soul and will of the army. Therefore, Temujin would not tolerate the army acting on its own, regardless of the reason. He was determined to eliminate this cause by any means necessary.

As this thought crossed his mind, the surroundings suddenly became silent. The sounds of horses and men that had filled his ears vanished. The army then parted to the left and right, forming a broad path before Temujin. At the end of this path stood a person.

In the next moment, the clouds parted, and the sun's brilliant rays shone down, enveloping the person in a dazzling golden light. For a moment, the thousands of soldiers and horses present were momentarily dazed, unable to tell if this person was human or a manifestation of the sun.

In an instant, the clouds moved again, blocking the sun. The golden light gradually faded, revealing the person's true appearance.

He was very young, still a youth. He stood alone, unarmed, with only a small bundle on his back. His attire was not that of a nomad from the grasslands but more like that of a young man from the southern Han people.

No one saw how he had appeared; he seemed to have been there all along, as if he had always stood there since ancient times.

This, of course, was impossible. Temujin, a seasoned warrior, immediately sensed that this person was no ordinary being. Suppressing his rage, he straightened up on his horse and shouted, "Who are you? To dare block the path of this Khan, do you seek death?"

The Khan's anger was enough to make blood flow and corpses pile up for miles. In an instant, the thousands of soldiers and horses snapped out of their shock and surprise. Swords were drawn, arrows nocked, and hundreds of sharp spears pointed at the youth.

The overwhelming killing intent soared to the heavens! Even without a single blow, this killing intent was enough to crush the will of anyone who dared to oppose the ruler of the grasslands, shattering their souls.

Facing the thousands of soldiers, Xiaosheng merely smiled. His smile was like the sun, burning with vitality and passion.

"I am Xiaosheng. Temujin, hello. It's our first meeting, and here is a small gift, a token of my respect."

As he spoke, Xiaosheng reached behind him, took the bundle, and casually shook it. The bundle opened, and its contents rolled out onto the grass.

In that moment, the attention of the thousands of soldiers and horses was drawn to the contents of the bundle. Suppressed gasps of shock echoed from all directions. Temujin's eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "Wanyan Honglie!?"

Indeed, the contents of the bundle were none other than Wanyan Honglie, the sixth prince of the Jin Dynasty, who held the title of Prince Zhao. He was shrewd and capable, and he knew that Temujin would be a great threat to the Jin Dynasty. Therefore, he had been secretly sowing discord, trying to use Wang Khan and Jamukha to eliminate Temujin.

Temujin had long intended to attack the Jin Dynasty and thus viewed Wanyan Honglie as a thorn in his side, eager to eliminate him. During the night raid, he had specifically ordered his generals to bring him the head of the sixth prince of the Jin Dynasty.

Unfortunately, Wanyan Honglie had incredible luck. In the end, he managed to break through the encirclement with the protection of his loyal guards. Temujin, enraged, immediately sent troops to pursue him. But before the pursuers returned, he saw the sixth prince of the Jin Dynasty.

More precisely, he saw Wanyan Honglie's head!

The head of the sixth prince of the Jin Dynasty lay on the ground, eyes wide open, filled with intense fear and shock. His lifeless eyes remained open, refusing to close, a true case of dying with eyes un-closed.

To escape from the thousands of soldiers and still die at the hands of this mysterious youth named Xiaosheng? Temujin's expression turned serious, and he subconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, looking up at Xiaosheng.

Xiaosheng smiled casually and said, "You're right, it's Wanyan Honglie. Temujin, with him as your companion, you won't be lonely on your journey."

Their gazes met in mid-air. Despite the youth's bright and gentle eyes, the ruler of the grasslands felt a sudden chill. In an instant, a sense of immense danger surged. Without hesitation, Temujin shouted, "All troops, attack!"

The order was like a mountain! In an instant, thousands of bowstrings vibrated with a loud hum, and thousands of arrows flew towards Xiaosheng like a swarm of locusts, creating a dark and terrifying scene.

Facing the imminent deadly threat, Xiaosheng did not dodge or evade. He merely smiled gently, clapped his hands together, and murmured, "Golden—Ripple Dash."

In a flash, a brilliant light, like the rising sun, erupted from Xiaosheng's body, so intense it was almost blinding! The arrows were swallowed by the golden light, disappearing as if melted by boiling water.

The entire grassland, now bathed in golden light, caused the thousands of soldiers and horses to be filled with terror and panic, screaming in fear.

The killing intent mixed with panic spread like a plague in all directions. Every soldier and horse was infected, none spared. Under the shadow of death, everyone became—mad!

The brave and battle-hardened cavalry, who had never tasted defeat, charged forward like a tidal wave, driven by the madness of panic. Swords, spears, axes, and various weapons were raised from all sides, launching a frenzied attack on Xiaosheng.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a cart, overestimating your own strength, pitiful and lamentable. Since you seek death, then... I will send you on your way! Supreme Star Phoenix Fist—Heavenly Soaring Phoenix!"

Raising his head to the sky, Xiaosheng extended his arms to the sides. In an instant, a brilliant golden light, like the sun, burst forth from his body, forming a massive phoenix illusion. The image was so vivid that it left everyone in awe.

In the next moment, the phoenix spread its wings and soared into the sky, charging towards the thousands of soldiers. Wherever it went, a sea of blood surged, turning the beautiful grassland into a battlefield of slaughter! In an instant, swords broke, spears shattered, armor cracked, and bodies were torn apart, with the sounds of flesh and bone splitting filling the air. Corpses fell from their horses, dying instantly.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and chaos reigned! The invincible Mongol soldiers, in the face of the golden phoenix, were like grass on the ground, trampled without resistance, unable to put up any fight.

In a few short breaths, the area around Temujin was empty, leaving him exposed to the enemy. The ruler of the grasslands, a seasoned warrior, remained calm despite the dire situation. Though his face was pale, he gritted his teeth, drew his golden tiger-headed sword, and swung it at the golden phoenix.

At this critical moment, Temujin's aura reached an unprecedented peak. Behind him, a fierce and terrifying image of a gray wolf appeared. This was Temujin's life force—Swallowing Heaven Gray Wolf!

However, all the efforts of the Swallowing Heaven Gray Wolf were in vain in the face of the golden phoenix.

In a split second, the golden phoenix and the gray wolf intersected in mid-air and passed through each other. It was as if they were not real, flesh-and-blood beings but mere illusions.

In a fleeting moment, a strange transformation occurred! Temujin's mind was filled with scenes of his greatest desires!

War! Slaughter! Conquest! Plunder! Temujin saw himself leading the Mongol army, sweeping across the world, and ultimately building a vast empire that spanned the east and west, a grand empire unprecedented in history.

In this magical moment, the spirits of the golden phoenix and the gray wolf were connected by a mysterious force. Temujin knew clearly that what he saw was not a dying hallucination but a future reality! And it was precisely because of this reality that Xiaosheng had to take action.

Though it felt like thousands of years had passed in his mind, in reality, it was just a brief moment. After the golden phoenix and the gray wolf separated, the golden light gradually faded, and Xiaosheng landed gracefully.

Behind him, Temujin, still on his horse, suddenly let out a mad laugh. There was no joy in his laughter, only boundless anger, regret, and unwillingness.

As the laughter continued, countless fine red lines appeared on Temujin's body, like a net that enveloped him. The net then tightened.

A strange sound, "swish," echoed. The ruler of the grasslands was torn into countless pieces, along with his horse, dying a gruesome death.

Temujin! This man who was destined to conquer countless kings and slaughter millions of people, had just taken his first step towards his empire, and even before he could be crowned Genghis Khan, he met his end here. With his death, the catastrophic war that would have devastated the East and the West, claiming countless lives, was averted.

Seeing Temujin's gruesome death, the Mongol soldiers and horses were struck as if by lightning, losing their souls. The vast grassland, filled with thousands of soldiers, fell into a deathly silence.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xiaosheng turned his body and raised his left hand. His sleeve slid down, revealing a bracelet on his wrist.

The bracelet was made of eighteen wooden beads, simple and even crude. But when Xiaosheng moved his wrist, the bracelet emitted a faint white light, and a crystal appeared in his palm. A thick black mist rose from Temujin's body and was absorbed by the crystal.

A smile of satisfaction appeared on Xiaosheng's face. He put away the crystal and let out a long, loud howl. As he howled, the clear sky suddenly turned dark with clouds, and a heavy rain began to pour down, with raindrops the size of soybeans pelting down.

The world became a blurry, misty scene. Thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds, deafening and heart-stopping, making the thousands of soldiers and horses tremble in fear.

At this moment, the Mongol soldiers and horses witnessed a breathtaking and unforgettable scene.

Another phoenix cry echoed, and Xiaosheng, like a rocket, soared into the sky. His left hand raised to the sky, his sleeve slid down, revealing the wooden bracelet again. But now, the simple bracelet was radiating the most beautiful and dazzling seven-colored light!

The light flickered and exploded, turning into a blinding white. The Mongol soldiers and horses, unprepared, were momentarily blinded by the intense light.

After a while, the scene gradually became clear again. Xiaosheng had vanished, as if by a miracle, leaving no trace.

In the face of this incredible divine miracle, the Mongol soldiers and horses were deeply moved and terrified. Their knees buckled, and they all knelt down, facing the empty sky.

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