Chapter 735

Wa Mu wore the splendid attire of the sacrificial ceremony, with hundreds of exquisite jade ornaments hanging from her person, and she held a massive bone‑jade staff that towered over her by more than half its length, standing silently in the small square at the center of Wa Valley.

Dozens of Wa Tribe Elders had faint mist and rosy clouds swirling around them, their wrinkled old faces grim, their triangular eyes glaring fiercely at the entrance of Wa Valley.

On that day's sacrifice, Wa Mu also transmitted the visions she had seen to all the elders.

These elders, from youth to old age, were like blossoming flowers, constantly pursued and flattered by countless bees and butterflies, never having suffered the slightest injustice.

The Wa Tribe's status is unique; people have always only fawned over, served, and eagerly offered their attentions to them.

When has there ever been an enemy openly invading Wa Tribe's territory?

These elders are all quite old, having been arrogant and overbearing all their lives; faced with this unprecedented event, they are already furious, each of them incensed with outrage.

No matter who the enemy is, we must prepare to pay the price.

Including Wa Xiao Xi, all the young women of the Wa Tribe were safely sheltered in that extremely deep underground cavern; remaining in Wa Valley were only Wa Mu and dozens of elders.

Oh, my mistake, there are also many, many flower‑protecting young gentlemen.

Just as when Wu Tie first came to Wa Valley, thousands of young gentlemen from dozens of surrounding great regions, dressed neatly, each like a rooster awaiting battle, vigorous and high‑spirited, bringing large retinues of guards and private soldiers, stood ready in the streets and alleys of Wa Valley.

No matter who they are, if they dare to ignore Wa Valley's rules and use violence instead of handsome looks, sturdy builds, masculine vigor, or charming tactics to conquer the Wa maidens, these young gentlemen will confront them.

The Wa maidens are not only beautiful as flowers and jade, capable of toppling nations, but their bloodline can also be passed down to their descendants, granting them all manner of extraordinary divine abilities.

For such delicate and noble beings, if you win them over with your own charm, then everyone competes fairly, accepting wins and losses.

If you wish to level Wa Valley with violence and plunder its maidens… heh, first ask those young gentlemen who constantly loiter in Wa Valley offering their attentions whether they agree, and ask their clans great and small whether they agree.

Wa Mu stood there silently, motionless, a hint of sorrow shading her flawless visage.

Even if, in the vision shown by the omen, someone blocked the incoming bloody gale, yet where did the enemy come from? The one who came to aid Wa Valley… could it truly be my own son, Wu Tie?

Wa Mu hid her left hand in her wide sleeve, calculating Wu Tie's age with her fingers.

This brat, his age is still not great—still under a hundred years—how many resources could he obtain at under a hundred years old? Though the Wu Tribe is vast, for a clansman born outside the Wu Domain, how much could they invest to aid his growth?

Wu Tie has surely broken through to the Life Pool Realm, perhaps even reached the Fetal Storage Realm.

After all, he is my own flesh and blood; I still have considerable confidence in Wu Tie's talent and aptitude. But does he have sufficient resources for growth?

Wa Mu tightly shut her eyes.

This Wa Valley is merely an insignificant outpost among the countless scattered sites of the Wa Tribe.

The Wa Tribe's greatest ancestral lands, great clans that have propagated and developed since the Primeval Mythic Era, have elders possessing god‑like inconceivable power.

But they are too far from Wa Mu's Wa Valley.

Their location even lies far beyond the reach of the Fuxi Divine Kingdom's influence.

The Wa Tribe's vastness and might are beyond ordinary imagination. Of course, the Xi Tribe should know a little of its mysteries, after all, this Fuxi Divine Kingdom is merely the tip of the iceberg of the Xi Tribe's enormous power structure.

"Xi Tribe… is this danger truly coming from you?" Wa Mu's face grew ever darker, her whole aura becoming extremely oppressive.

She had already appealed to the powerful clans of the Wa Tribe for aid, and explained the information she had sensed in the omen.

If it truly is the Xi Tribe, if the royal house of this Fuxi Divine Kingdom moves against Wa Valley… then the Wa Tribe will certainly not let it rest. Humph, humph, not speaking of now, but of the past—according to the ancients' saying, in the Primeval Mythic Era, the two great sages, Primeval Fuxi and Primeval Nüwa, Nüwa has always held the dominant position.

It was so in primeval times, and it remains so today.

A Wa Tribe Elder's cold voice slowly rang out: "This time, whoever can slay the strong enemy and contribute the most, our Wa Valley will prioritize betrothing a tribe maiden to them."

From all directions, the thousands of young gentlemen with their retinues standing ready drew their breaths much shorter.

With more monks than porridge, more wolves than meat, the Wa Tribe's marriage‑age women are just a handful—aren't the thousands of young gentlemen who linger year‑round in Wa Valley merely trying to win their favor?

If we could help Wa Valley repel the strong enemy… heh, with the Wa Tribe's elders lending a hand, coaxing those little girls isn't as easy as reaching out and catching them, is it?

If one could marry a Wa Tribe maiden—never mind her heavenly beauty and national grace, just speaking of the Wa Tribe's vast natal connections and the possible outstanding talent of future offspring… all of this would give tremendous advantage, greatly aiding one's inheritance of the family.

Therefore, no matter what, no matter who the invading enemy is, I must certainly put on a good showing!

Within Wa Valley, a mysterious killing intent surged.

Above Wa Valley, on the stone dome, inside countless huge stalactite pillars hanging down, innumerable venomous spiders of all sizes crawled to and fro with squeaking sounds, their greenish eyes fixed malevolently on the direction of Wa Valley's entrance.

In the surrounding cliffs of Wa Valley, countless tiny ratfolk and dwarves, etc., held various finely crafted crossbows, each fitted with poison‑treated fine arrows, their eyes unblinking on every possible enemy ingress route.

Beneath Wa Valley, a sizable defensive formation had already been activated, drawing in the spiritual energy of the surrounding earth veins, a mighty power gathering within the formation.

Wa Mu narrowed her eyes, a thread of divine soul passing through her massive bone‑jade staff, directly communing with an immense divine‑soul realm beyond.

Several clusters of divine soul far stronger than Wa Mu's hovered near her thread, sharing with her what she had seen and heard.

These are the matriarchs of the dozen or so Wa Tribe clans nearest Wa Valley; through the Wa Tribe's secret art, by paying a certain essence‑blood price, they can, when needed, remotely infuse a stream of power into Wa Mu's body.

Within roughly twenty breaths, a dozen or so matriarchs joining forces can forcibly grant Wāmǔ the combat power of the first level of the Divine Sovereign Realm.

Twenty breaths is also the limit that Wāmǔ can endure.

Hopefully, this brief time will be enough to wipe out the enemy.

Wāmǔ let out a deep breath, her heart still uneasy.

A rat-person under the Gold Coin scurried in, crawling and stumbling, screaming in panic: "Matriarch, they're coming, they're coming…"

Before his words even faded, the rat-person turned into a puff of ash, swept away by the wind before everyone's eyes, vanishing without a trace.

"Here we are," he clicked his tongue, "what a grand spectacle."

Tuówùè swaggered in, leading the charge into Wāgǔ.