Chapter 104: A Familiar Scene

Hearing Feng Zi's words, the group subconsciously looked in the direction he indicated.

But that tribe was dozens of miles away, and since the strength of the three was not equal to Feng Zi's, they could only see the blurry outline of the tribe from afar.

Of course, Qing Lin must have seen the scene Feng Zi described, but no one expected her to take the initiative to speak:

The three knew well that this young woman would not pay attention to anyone other than Feng Zi.

Feng Zi did not keep them in suspense and told the group frankly:

"I can't see it very clearly either, but it looks like... that tribe seems to be under siege, and the attacking force is not small."

The tribe is under siege?

Hearing this, Lu Hanwen felt very puzzled:

In this primitive era, the number of humans was not large, and perhaps until the very moment of their extinction, many tribes never even encountered other tribes, let alone fell into war.

But after thinking about it carefully, Lu Hanwen still gently patted Feng Zi on the shoulder.

Feng Zi naturally understood and asked, "Fellow Daoist Qingyang, you say—could this be a war between tribes?"

To be honest, even Feng Zi himself did not think this possibility was very high:

After all, this was an era that did not even have a concrete definition for the concept of a "city," and the number of Tianyuan ancestors was not enough to support the scale of a war.

But besides this, he could not think of any other possibilities, hence the question.

But what Feng Zi did not expect was that Qingyang's answer surprised him even more: "'War'... what does that mean?"

Hearing this counter-question, Feng Zi looked at the young man in surprise, then looked at Lu Hanwen in confusion; both could see the shock in each other's eyes:

He never imagined that the concept of "war" had not even sprouted in this era.

Feng Zi thought about it very seriously and tried to explain it using concepts Qingyang could understand:

"You can understand it as a large-scale, bloody conflict between the able-bodied people of one tribe and another, caused by reasons like resources, land, or slaves."

Hearing this explanation, Qingyang only felt more confused and subconsciously muttered, "Why do that? Isn't that more trouble than it's worth?"

This was the answer of someone who could not understand war when faced with the concept, which was very reasonable.

But the other party thought for a moment and still answered Feng Zi's question seriously:

"Not very likely. This world is very big; there is really no reason to conduct a... 'war' for those resources.

"Furthermore, I have heard many people say that that tribe treats Qi Refiners and traveling merchants who go deep into Yanglu Gulin with hospitality, and their relationship with surrounding tribes is not bad.

"Of course, the most important reason is that the scale of that tribe is actually quite large, with about two thousand people, and among them, there are four or five Qi Refiners at the Foundation Establishment Realm sitting in command—

"If the war you spoke of really happened, it should be them attacking others, not being besieged."

No resource issues, good diplomatic environment, and strong internal strength...

Listening to Qingyang's answer, Feng Zi could not help but agree with the other party's point of view.

Since that was the case, they would get closer and observe the specific situation.

If it really was a war between tribes, they would not get involved and would just flee far away.

But if this tribe had encountered other dangers, and if it were within the capabilities of Feng Zi and the others, they could help a little where they could.

Listening to the suggestion Feng Zi proposed, the group expressed their agreement:

Qingyang went without saying; the other party was a simple young man, and agreeing to this proposal naturally stemmed from a simple sense of justice;

Lu and Li agreed to this point both out of consideration for their own interests and out of a special emotion for the ancestors.

Just like that, the group set off again, walking quickly toward the direction of the tribe.

About half an hour passed, and the group had walked nearly half the distance when Qing Lin rarely took the initiative to grab Feng Zi's arm:

"Stop, don't go any further."

"What's wrong?" Hearing Qing Lin's voice, Feng Zi immediately stopped in his tracks.

The others also stopped and subconsciously looked at her—although Qing Lin did not like to speak in front of others, no one could ignore her opinion.

The three could not say why, but their instincts told them it was best to obediently follow Qing Lin's advice.

Qing Lin did not answer Feng Zi's question but found a relatively tall tree, leaped lightly onto the treetop, and reached out to Feng Zi.

Feng Zi naturally understood that this meant Qing Lin wanted him to see for himself, so he did not ask further and jumped to Qing Lin's side.

Lu Hanwen and the others also leaped onto other treetops, looking toward the direction of the tribe.

However, even though they had walked half the distance, the three still could not see the scene around the tribe clearly.

But Feng Zi could already see it very clearly—it was a scene he had seen not long ago, a familiar sight:

Thousands of wild beasts were gathered together, besieging the tribe's simple defensive facilities.

After a long silence, he spoke with a conflicted expression: "Beast Tide?"

Beast Tide?!

Hearing this term, the three all shuddered, their expressions changing instantly.

But compared to the despair in Qingyang's eyes, in the eyes of Lu Hanwen and Li Shou, there was more of a helplessness similar to Feng Zi's:

It was the helplessness of "Why is the Beast Tide still chasing me?"

Feng Zi and the others had to admit that at this moment, their emotions regarding the "Beast Tide" were very complex—

More than two months ago, it was because of that Beast Tide that swept through Yangquan City that they were eventually dragged into this Tianyuan Jie of the primitive era;

More than two months later, they had escaped danger, and the first crisis they encountered was still a Beast Tide!

After thinking for a while, Feng Zi still looked at Qing Lin beside him and said gently:

"If the core of this Beast Tide is only a Golden Core Demon, we could make an effort; after all, it is a good deed to be able to save a tribe."

Since coming to this era, Feng Zi had also reviewed that battle with the snake demon more than once.

In the end, he reached an incredible conclusion:

Although there was a major realm difference between the two, the gap in strength between them was not as vast as heaven and earth—

A Martial Artist who had just stepped into the Transformation Realm, whose strength was equivalent to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, actually did not have a huge gap in strength compared to a Golden Core Demon!

It sounds incredible, but no matter how many times Feng Zi reviewed it, he could only arrive at this conclusion in the end.

He did not know the reason behind it:

Perhaps it was because of the "Diligence Can Compensate for Clumsiness" talent, which made his foundation more solid than other Martial Artists, and through the accumulation of time, he achieved this result;

It could also be the two characters "" shown in his talent, which made it impossible to compare his strength with other Martial Artists or cultivators.

But regardless of the specific reason, compared to over two months ago, Feng Zi's strength had made extremely considerable and significant progress.

He could assert that if he were to face a Golden Core Demon beast now, he would be fully capable of not falling behind!

Since that was the case, the risks involved were controllable, and Feng Zi was willing to give it a try.

But Qing Lin only slowly shook his head and spoke four words, one by one:

"Nascent Soul Great Demon."