Chapter 107: Mu He Tribe

Feng Zi silently felt the Fullness of the Qi and Blood Power within his body.

Strictly speaking, ever since he grasped the Transformation Method and Incarnation Technique taught by Qing Lin, the power flowing through his meridians was no longer Qi and Blood Power—

Replacing it was a type of power that was purer and more "Origin."

As for what the true nature of that power was, Feng Zi could not say for the moment.

But thanks to this purer power, he could now absorb the free-roaming energy between heaven and earth just by breathing, using it to replenish himself.

Precisely because of this, after an afternoon of rest, this Incarnation already possessed eighty percent of the power of his true body!

But now was not the time to carefully contemplate these changes; Feng Zi subconsciously looked toward the south:

Between the gaps in the lush trees, the firelight from the tribe's fortifications was reflected.

And in the shadows where that firelight could not reach, thousands of vicious beasts, Spirit Monsters, and even Demons were glowing with green eyes, growling as they brewed the next wave of the offensive.

"Time is running out; I will save as many as I can..." Feng Zi muttered to himself.

He stood up, put away the herbs for restoring Qi and Blood that his true body had dropped before leaving, and then executed the "Ten Thousand Mile Journey" technique, sprinting toward the direction where the firelight flickered.

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"You people over there, move your hands faster! The Beast Tide won't give you time to dawdle!"

An old man with white hair and beard, yet still full of vigor, walked among the crowd, loudly instructing everyone to act.

Within the Mu He Tribe, this old man at the Foundation Establishment Realm was the tribe's chieftain, held in high esteem.

The old man was in high spirits and his body looked quite healthy, but if one observed carefully, it was not hard to discover:

His arms would tremble slightly and uncontrollably, and there was a smear of blood on the web of his thumb that he hadn't had time to wipe away.

It was not hard to imagine that while this old man appeared safe and sound, he had actually already experienced several fierce battles.

Therefore, even though the old man's tone was not kind, the people he called out to felt no displeasure at all and answered spiritedly:

"Don't worry, Chieftain! Give us another stick of incense's time, and we will definitely have this fixed!"

Just as the old man was patrolling the tribe, a man covered in wounds walked past him, tiptoeing.

Before the old man could speak, a man standing beside him, who also possessed Foundation Establishment strength and a build as sturdy as a small mountain, grabbed and stopped him:

"Stop! What are you doing, kid? You're hurt this badly, don't tell me you're still thinking of going back up there to fight?"

Seeing that he had been caught in the act, the man could only helplessly rub his bald head:

"Brother Xia, don't lecture me. Look at yourself; your injuries are worse than mine! It's fine, I can still take another round, I guarantee I won't die."

Just as the man said, the burly man called "Xia" was covered in wounds, looking as if he had rolled through a sea of blood.

Hearing this sophistry, Xia was suddenly furious and slapped the man on the head:

"What nonsense are you spouting? You little brat who hasn't even fully grasped Qi Refining, you think you can compare to me, a guy at Foundation Establishment?

"My injuries don't matter, but your injuries will heal later? You're just causing trouble for me!"

This slap looked aggressive, but in reality, it didn't use much force:

After all, the other party was a good man who had bled for the tribe, and Xia naturally couldn't bear to truly hurt him.

Having said that, he lifted the man by his collar and walked toward the large house where the wounded were being treated, casually saying to the old man:

"Chieftain, I'm going to drag this muddle-headed idiot back first, I'll come find you later."

To this, the old man naturally had no objections, waving his hand with a smile: "Go, go, I'll patrol another round."

Just like that, the two walked away.

The man was still trying to struggle: "Brother Xia, I'm really fine, just let me go fight another round..."

Before the man could finish speaking, the burly man named Xia shouted:

"Whether your injuries are heavy or not isn't for you to decide, it's for me to decide.

"Are you kidding? The tribe's manpower is still sufficient right now; you sleep honestly in bed, and only then can you kill more vicious beasts."

The man wanted to say something more, but was retorted by a single sentence from Xia:

"If you give me any more of that twisted logic, do you believe I'll knock you out with one slap and you'll sleep until tomorrow anyway?"

The next moment, Xia looked up toward the east and shouted loudly: "You over there, don't think I didn't see you—

"You want to go into battle with heavy injuries too, right? Get your butt back here quickly, don't force me to come get you myself!"

Seeing this, the old man shook his head with a smile and said with gratification: "That child Xia is becoming more and more like a leader."

Just like that, the old man continued to patrol the tribe, adjusting manpower at the right time to meet the needs of repairing fortifications, caring for the people, and daily production.

Before he knew it, the old man had arrived at the central area of the tribe.

Like other tribes of the same period, the center of the Mu He Tribe was an open square used for worshipping gods and holding gatherings.

Seeing the chieftain approach, a middle-aged man dressed in wizard-like attire, who appeared to be the leader of the priests and looked unremarkable, walked up to greet him.

Like the old man, this head priest was also a Qi Refiner at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Seeing the head priest approach, the old man asked in a low voice: "Have the messengers departed successfully?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and answered affirmatively: "Don't worry, Chieftain, I watched with my own eyes as they took advantage of the chaos and escaped safely, but..."

The old man naturally understood what the other party was hesitating about, and simply said calmly:

"I understand. The surrounding tribes are truly too far away, and our Mu He Tribe is the most powerful one in this area.

"Not to mention whether other tribes can spare enough manpower, even if they were truly willing to help, by the time they arrived, we would have already been wiped out.

"But those children are, after all, the children of our Mu He Tribe; as long as they are still alive, our roots have not been severed!"

The head priest naturally understood this meaning, but could only sigh helplessly.

The old man saw things very clearly and just smiled to comfort him: "Alright, we have done everything we could; we could not have done any better.

"As for what the final result will be, that will depend on the will of the gods. Is the ritual for worshipping the gods ready?"

To this, the head priest nodded slightly: "Naturally, it is ready. As soon as the auspicious time arrives, the ritual will begin immediately."

Having said that, the other party looked up to confirm the position of the stars in the sky.

Seeing that the auspicious time had arrived, the leader of the priests immediately turned around and spoke in a loud, clear voice to the priests and sorcerers already prepared on the plaza:

"The auspicious time has arrived; begin the sacrificial ceremony and offer a feast to the God of the Nine Rivers!"

Having said this, a low and long-drawn-out horn blast sounded, and the elderly priests began to chant an ancient and sonorous song of prayer in unison.

Amidst the singing, the young Martial Masters, dressed as attendants of the gods and ghosts, danced the sacrificial dance around the huge, roaring bonfire.

Perhaps the sacrificial ceremony had truly taken effect, for before long, the guards holding their positions at the fortifications began to stir.

Soon, a nimble-footed guard ran before the old man, bringing news that was beyond everyone's imagination:

"Chieftain, the God of the Nine Rivers has manifested; we have truly drawn in a reinforcement!"