Chapter 11: The Wu Clan Tribe

"Haha! It seems Heaven is helping me!" Tian Yuan stroked his chin, his face full of joy.

The hunched, short Daoist said with a hint of sycophancy: "Senior, this is all the information I know."

Having said this, he looked at Tian Yuan with teary eyes.

The Daoist wore hempen clothes and had a stooped body; with such an expression, he appeared extremely comical.

He had been hiding deep underground, cultivating in peace, when suddenly a stone man appeared and captured him with a flip of his hand.

Fortunately, the other party did not do anything to him, merely asking for some information about the Wu Clan.

Luckily, he was a spirit mouse who had attained the Dao; he wouldn't claim his cultivation was very deep, but he was very well-informed about news in this area at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

"I intend to bestow a stroke of fortune upon you; do you not want it?" Tian Yuan leaned down and spoke softly.

Looking at that big mouth that could swallow him in one bite, the Daoist shrank his neck and hurriedly replied righteously: "It is this small one's honor to follow Senior's instructions; how would I dare to ask for anything?"

They were total strangers, and the Daoist did not believe there was any such fortune.

Moreover, it concerned the Wu Clan, and he did not want to get involved in the slightest.

Seeing the Daoist's appearance, Tian Yuan shook his head and waved his hand, signaling for him to leave.

The Daoist was at the mid-stage of Golden Immortal; if it were earlier, he would have definitely captured him regardless of anything else to clear the Earth Vein.

Times were different now; he only wanted to catch a member of the Wu Clan to take back and study for a while.

If it were as he guessed, he could definitely greatly reduce the time spent clearing the Earth Vein.

The Wu Clan lived in tribes, so he could just block the door at their home; there was no need to search all over the mountains and plains.

Seeing Tian Yuan's gesture, the Daoist bowed repeatedly, then plunged into the ground and vanished in an instant.

Tian Yuan did not pay it any mind, his gaze looking toward the distance.

From the mouth of that Demon just now, he knew that the Ancestral Witch tribe on this Branch Vein was under the jurisdiction of Houtu.

Houtu was the most special among the twelve Ancestral Witches; she did not perish in the Great Calamity, but instead transformed into Reincarnation.

Compared to the bellicosity of the other Ancestral Witches, Houtu was slightly gentler.

When the Purple Heaven Palace held lectures, only Houtu and Xuanming remained.

As for the other Ancestral Witches, some said they didn't go, while others said they arrived at the Purple Heaven Palace early, grew impatient waiting for the doors to open, and ran back.

But regardless of the situation, Houtu was definitely not in the Primordial World at the moment.

Moving against the Wu Clan rashly, Tian Yuan was of course worried about drawing out the Ancestral Witches; these Ancestral Witches were all Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Catching too many members of the Wu Clan would also attract the attention of other Ancestral Witches, but what he needed most right now was time.

Once more Earth Veins were purified and his cultivation was higher, he might even be able to capture these Ancestral Witches.

Carrying an excited mood, Tian Yuan sped toward the nearest Wu Clan tribe in his memory.

Passing along the way, he did not encounter a single shadow of the Wu Clan, which made Tian Yuan feel a bit strange.

The Wu Clan was bellicose and loved to eat flesh and blood; in these past hundred years, he could see those fellows every time he came out, which was also one of the reasons he was deeply hated by the Wu Clan.

Turning past the hill in front, that valley was the nearest Wu Clan tribe.

Tian Yuan had once looked at it from afar; there were simple houses piled up with huge stones, and a mess of giant rocks piled in the middle of the tribe.

In any case, throughout the entire tribe, there was nothing but stones.

Just as he approached the hill, Tian Yuan heard the sounds of shouting and cheering coming from behind the mountain.

Leaping up, he landed on the hill; though it was called a hill, it was ten thousand meters high.

Tian Yuan saw the situation in the valley clearly and understood why he hadn't met a single member of the Wu Clan along the way.

He saw that in the center of the Wu Clan tribe, several massive Demon Beast carcasses were laid out, with fresh blood flowing all over the ground.

Around them were a thousand members of the Wu Clan, men and women, adults and children.

Some were kneeling and kowtowing, some were dancing, shouting and chanting some obscure words.

Tian Yuan flew down; he did not deliberately hide his figure, but no member of the Wu Clan discovered his arrival. Approaching the tribe, Tian Yuan knew what these members of the Wu Clan were doing: they were sacrificing to Pangu.

It was likely because Mount Buzhou had surged just now, so these members of the Wu Clan were sacrificing to celebrate.

Pouting, Tian Yuan stopped his thought of immediately going up to knock them out, pack them up, and take them away.

Toward the Pangu Great God, Tian Yuan still held great respect, and he did not want to disturb these members of the Wu Clan at this time.

Walking outside the tribe, he sat down on a rock, propped up his chin, and quietly watched the celebrating crowd of the Wu Clan.

After half a day, amidst a huge cheer, this sacrifice finally ended.

Tian Yuan stood up and strode toward the tribe, fair and square.

Hiding his figure to strike from the shadows? There was absolutely no need for that, as they were all old acquaintances.

As soon as his figure moved, he was spotted by a member of the Wu Clan.

Tian Yuan's imposing figure was not a whit inferior to the Wu Clan, and it was indeed quite eye-catching.

"Stone man! It's that hateful stone man." That member of the Wu Clan glared and charged over.

One sound stirred up a thousand waves; instantly, all eyes converged, accompanied by numerous roars.

"Catch him!"

"Everyone, attack together! We absolutely cannot let him run!"

A rumbling sound followed, as if a large herd of wild horses was charging over.

The few stone houses blocking the middle of the road were instantly reduced to ruins.

The women and children in the tribe were not annoyed to see this, and they all roared and charged over as well.

Seeing the many members of the Wu Clan so enthusiastic, Tian Yuan was also exceptionally happy.

He sprinted forward, punched the head of the first member of the Wu Clan to charge over, tucked them under his arm with a flip of his hand, and turned to leap away.

That member of the Wu Clan was only at the late stage of Golden Immortal and hadn't even reacted before being captured by Tian Yuan.

What the specific situation of the Wu Clan was, Tian Yuan did not know for the time being; he could only catch one first and take them home to see.

How could these members of the Wu Clan keep up with his speed? He had already slipped away out of the valley in a flash.

Wu Man was furious, absolutely enraged!

They had originally been lying in ambush at Mount Buzhou to surround and annihilate the opponent, but the will of Father God had inexplicably awakened, so they returned to their tribe.

Just as they were thinking of heading to Mount Buzhou again after the sacrifice, who would have thought this stone man would actually come looking for them and even set his sights on their tribesmen.

As the chieftain of the tribe and the strongest warrior in the entire tribe, he had watched helplessly as his own tribesmen were snatched away by the stone man.

Roar! Wu Man let out an angry roar toward the sky, and with a boom, he smashed directly through the mountain.

The many members of the Wu Clan who were chasing angrily behind him likewise slammed into that hill one after another.

Rocks shattered, dust flew, the entire earth was shaking, and the ten-thousand-meter mountain peak crumbled and collapsed.

Seeing the scene behind him, Tian Yuan curled his lips and did not care, instead looking down at his waist.

The member of the Wu Clan from just a moment ago had actually dazedly regained consciousness.

Having a powerful physical body really is different; a single punch couldn't even knock him out.

Before that member of the Wu Clan could even see the situation before him clearly, Tian Yuan flipped his hand and gave him another punch, and this time he passed out completely.

Perhaps it was because he had hammered people too much, but Tian Yuan quite liked the feeling of giving someone a punch to the noggin.

Filled with joy, Tian Yuan sprinted toward Mount Buzhou.

Behind him was the rumbling sound of the members of the Wu Clan, who were plowing a massive trail of devastation across the earth.

(End of this chapter)