Chapter 338: Is It Worth It?

"So that's how it is!"

Watching the scenes before him shift continuously, Shen Yu also understood a few things.

By combining the inheritances of the six tribes, one could obtain the strongest martial power; the entire Yike Tribe had been dreaming this dream for generations, and they would stop at nothing to achieve it.

And this Na He Tribe leader, who appeared hot-tempered, possessed a depth of cunning that was anything but ordinary, and his methods were far from typical in their ruthlessness. His irritable exterior was merely a disguise.

Although the Yike Tribe Inheritance was only partial, as long as it could be fully activated, one could still possess a portion of terrifying power.

Every time a tribe was annihilated and their inheritance obtained, one's own strength would surge accordingly, until finally, one completely controlled that ultimate power.

However, there was a prerequisite: one had to first activate their own inheritance, so as to possess enough strength to accomplish all of this.

Shen Yu clearly saw that the method to activate the Yike Tribe Inheritance was, in fact, the blood of the Yike Tribe's own people.

Furthermore, it had to be tribespeople who willingly sacrificed themselves; only such blood would be pure and untainted by resentment.

People are mostly selfish and afraid of death; how many would be willing to sacrifice themselves? Na He had spent many years to trick only a few hundred tribespeople into sacrificing themselves for this.

To send so many tribespeople to their deaths for the sake of his own selfishness—this was the deepest secret in Na He's heart.

Although he suffered and struggled internally, he still did it.

If at the beginning Na He was still struggling and hesitating between the rise and fall of the entire tribe and the lives of his people, then afterwards, he had completely sunk into greed.

Greed had long since eroded everything; in the face of ever-increasing power, he ultimately cast aside his conscience and bottom line entirely.

In the subsequent scenes, Shen Yu saw something that surprised him: the young tribal leader of the Yike Tribe was not so much schemed against by Han Qiu as he was by his own old father.

They say a tiger does not eat its own cubs, but the man before him was far more venomous than that.

When Han Qiu schemed against his son, he had already sensed it. Han Qiu's little tricks were still too green in front of Na He.

Yet, knowing his son might encounter danger, not only did he not stop him, but he just watched him leave in silence.

Even when his son was killed, he watched from the sidelines, his gaze so cold it made one tremble.

To incite conflict, he could ignore his own son being killed right before his eyes; this cold-bloodedness was truly terrifying.

Avenging the young tribal leader was enough to ignite the fury of the entire Yike Tribe; for the sake of revenge, all the tribespeople would naturally be willing to die.

The other party needed endless blood energy, while he needed the blood of his own tribespeople. Once war broke out, everyone got what they needed, so naturally, they hit it off immediately.

Having reached this point, Shen Yu did not need to keep watching. The remaining scenes must surely be the other party unifying the six tribes, obtaining the strongest martial power after acquiring the inheritance, and then reigning supreme.

Everyone has ambition, but there are truly few who are this unscrupulous. If he could even sacrifice his own son, what else was there that he could not sacrifice?

I fear that in order to obtain power, even if it meant sacrificing the entire Yike Tribe, he would do it without the slightest hesitation.

While shouting that it was for the sake of the whole tribe, in reality, it was only for himself. A perfect and high-sounding excuse was merely used to comfort himself.

"Lord Shen, why are you here?"

When everything dissipated, a somewhat dazed Na He saw Shen Yu, who had suddenly appeared before him, and it took him a long time to react.

"This official has come to tell you that the culprit who killed your son has been found; it is the Colonel of Luxing City, Han Qiu. This person intended to incite conflict and has already been killed by this official!"

"Han Qiu!" Lowering his head silently, Na He remained quiet for a moment, then said, "Lord Shen, I know this Han Qiu; he is a cowardly man. How could he dare to kill my son!"

"Lord Shen, I am very clear about some things, and I know your tactics—to quell a dispute, you just push someone out to be a scapegoat."

"Prefect Chen has already done such things many times; my tribespeople have long since seen through his act!"

Raising his head, Na He said with murderous intent, "A life for a life; even if Lord Shen has the power, you cannot bully me like this!"

"If Lord Shen cannot give our Yike Tribe an explanation, all my tribespeople will seek justice, even if it means we all die in battle!"

"Prefect Chen has been working to quell disputes, yet I never imagined that in the eyes of Tribe Leader Na He, he would be seen this way!"

Speaking of this, one has to admire Chen Zhicheng; a weak scholar, he managed to mediate for so long.

For such a long time, Na He had repeatedly tried to incite conflict in secret; once the tribespeople's bloodlust was stirred, a single war would be enough to cause countless casualties.

And as long as they were willing to die, their blood would be useful; in this way, he would have enough fresh blood to activate the inheritance!

Yet he never expected that all his methods would be neutralized one by one by Chen Zhicheng. Although the methods were a bit low—always shamelessly offering money and grain, using sugar-coated bullets—they were undeniably effective.

To quell the dispute, Chen Zhicheng even cast aside the dignity of a Prefect; it is no wonder his subordinates looked down on him somewhat.

But for a weak scholar without much power to achieve this much, only he himself knew the bitterness involved.

"Tribe Leader Na He, are you really so impatient to send your tribespeople to their deaths!"

"You should know that if you start a war, this official will never sit idly by; I will certainly intervene!"

Suddenly unable to help but laugh, Shen Yu said calmly, "Then again, once the chaos of war begins, those tribespeople of yours will die whether they charge to their deaths one after another or are killed by this official; the result is the same!"

"As long as they are willing to die, Tribe Leader Na He's plan will be considered complete, and the inheritance will be obtained!"

"What is Lord Shen talking about? I don't understand!"

"Don't understand? Heh, Tribe Leader Na He, do you still remember the dying wish of your Yike Tribe ancestors?"

Hearing Shen Yu's words, Na He froze for a moment, but immediately after, a simple and honest smile appeared on his face, as if he were completely ignorant of all this.

"Lord Shen is joking; my Yike Tribe is just a small tribe. What dying wish could our ancestors have had?"

"Even if there were one, their greatest dream would only be for our tribe to live a little better, nothing more!"

"Is that so? But how did this official hear a different voice!"

Glancing at the other party, Shen Yu said disdainfully, "Unification!"

"Lord Shen, I really don't know what you are talking about. What dying wish? What six tribes? Is Lord Shen perhaps mistaken?"

Even at this point, Na He's voice did not tremble in the slightest; there was only full-blown confusion.

As expected, those who can reach this level must all possess excellent acting skills!

"Things have come to this, how much longer does Tribe Leader Na He intend to keep up the act!"

Patting the other party on the shoulder, Shen Yu said calmly, "To be able to watch your own son die with your own eyes—this ruthless heart of yours, Tribe Leader Na He, is what truly makes this official admire you!"

"Lord Shen, why must you force me like this!"

At this point, if he still couldn't react, he would truly be a fool. The other party must have known everything, understood everything, and must have come prepared.

Suddenly raising his head, a terrifying aura surged into the sky; this was already power approaching the Great Grandmaster Peak.

"Grandmaster! I should have guessed that you, Patriarch Na He, were more than just a Grandmaster Realm expert, but with only this much strength, you are still far from enough!"

A hand rested on the other's shoulder once more; throughout the entire process, Na He wanted to resist, only to discover that no matter what, he could not dodge this hand.

The terrifying aura he had just unleashed was suppressed backhand with such ease, even nearly causing him to suffer a backlash.

Although a Grandmaster Realm expert is strong, in front of an expert of the Transcendence Realm, they really do not count for much.

In the eyes of Shen Yu, the person before him was an ant before, and remains an ant now; even if a small universe were to erupt at this moment, the difference would not be significant.

Extending his hand, Shen Yu grabbed the sapphire hanging around Na He's neck. His movements were very slow, yet Na He could only watch helplessly.

Even though he struggled with all his might, he still found it difficult to even move an inch.

At this moment, a sense of powerlessness arose from the bottom of Na He's heart; he had never craved power so much before.

Father was right; in front of those top-tier experts, the Yike Tribe is merely a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. If they were to take a fancy to them, the entire tribe could be wiped out in a single thought.

"So this is the heritage of the Yike Tribe? Interesting!"

"Patriarch Na He, is it really worth harming so many tribesmen for this so-called heritage?"