Chapter 118: An Arrow Settles the River God

Boom—

By the time the River God reacted and realized what had actually happened, a massive explosion sounded from behind Him.

This innate divine being stiffly turned around, only to see that on the opposite bank of the great river, a deep pit several dozen zhang in diameter had been blasted out!

"Tell me, do you want to make a move?" Feng Zi's indifferent voice came from behind Him.

Just one arrow, and it possessed such immense power?!

Unlike Qi Refiners at the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stages, once a cultivator breaks through to the Golden Core realm, the power they wield is enough to alter the geography.

The River God asked Himself, if He did not rely on the great power of the river, He would also need to exhaust all His strength to achieve this.

Yet looking at the young human's appearance, he was so understated, clearly still holding back his strength.

Listening to that cold tone, the River God twisted His body, having long since lost His previous arrogance: "This… everything is always open to discussion."

Arrogant at first and humble later, thinking of it makes one laugh.

"I already gave you room for discussion, but you refused it yourself."

Feng Zi calmly nocked another arrow, aimed the arrowhead at the River God's core, and said indifferently:

"Now, I only give you one choice—agree to let the Muhe Tribe settle here from now on, and if they encounter a crisis, no matter what, you must step in to help.

"If you agree to this request, from now on, the Muhe Tribe will perform rituals for you as usual, and you can still enjoy the faith of this tribe.

"If you do not agree, I don't mind completely erasing you, this threat."

Since the other party chose the simplest language, "violence," Feng Zi naturally had no further concerns:

Human emotions always need an outlet—facing a Nascent Soul Great Demon, he had exhausted his efforts, and in the end, could only save the younger generation of the Muhe Tribe.

From a rational perspective, this was already the best result, and the survivors of the tribe understood this point, all feeling grateful for his help.

But for Feng Zi, this was ultimately a knot in his heart.

And now, the appearance of the River God had clearly stirred up the unwillingness and anger buried in his heart.

Looking at the cold light flickering on the arrowhead, the River God immediately replied:

"It's negotiable, everything is negotiable! Don't be impulsive, the Muhe Tribe can of course live here."

Although there was no evidence, the River God had every reason to suspect that even if He turned into pure water and merged into the Mu He, the human before Him could still find His core!

Never having faced a life-and-death crisis so closely, He could not help but be terrified:

Who knew when the human race had actually given birth to such a terrifying existence!

Since the other party was willing to compromise, Feng Zi was not always so aggressive.

He lowered the arrow in his hand and asked Xia behind him:

"Since the River God has agreed to my request, Xia, we should also be grateful, shouldn't we?"

The situation had developed too quickly; one moment, Feng Zi was still very amiable, and the next, he suddenly launched an attack.

And when almost no one in the tribe present had reacted, as if everything were just their hallucination, Feng Zi and the River God had immediately reached a consensus.

Watching this series of dazzling maneuvers, Xia was immediately struck with awe, and could not help but sigh in his heart:

"How am I supposed to learn this..."

It was not until Feng Zi offered a hint that the young man reacted, answering belatedly:

"Many thanks, Lord Cun Xin, and many thanks to the River God, for giving us this fertile land to settle in. We will certainly hold rituals for you every year, just as we have in the past."

Facing Feng Zi's calm gaze, the River God only felt His own Origin trembling; how could He dare to say anything else?

He could only perfunctorily reply: "It is only right, it is only right; protecting the tribe that believes in you is the responsibility of an innate divine being."

Having said that, the River God turned into countless water droplets and scattered into various parts of the great river.

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit..." Feng Zi let out a disdainful sneer.

Immediately, he turned around and saw the young people of the tribe all gazing at him with burning eyes.

Feng Zi could not help but chuckle, his feet stepping on the solid ground as he walked past the crowd:

"What are you all still standing there stunned for? Go do what you need to do."

His reaction was very understated, as if he had only done something most ordinary—and in Feng Zi's view, that was indeed the case:

He had accepted the old chieftain's request, so naturally, he had to handle the trouble the tribe could not resolve.

Qing Lin also followed along, everything so natural and spontaneous.

Watching Feng Zi's back as he returned to the tribe, a thought sprouted in everyone's hearts and gradually took root:

Perhaps... the human race really could be as composed as Lord Cun Xin in front of an innate divine being, rather than always fleeing in a sorry state.

They certainly understood that wanting to reach Feng Zi's realm might be wishful thinking—

For the young people present, they might never catch up to Xia's footsteps in their entire lives, finding it difficult to reach the Foundation Establishment realm.

But Feng Zi was a goal, a goal so concrete and so worthy of everyone risking their lives for!

Of course, as the spark that ignited the ideals in people's hearts, Feng Zi knew nothing of this.

Just like that, three days passed quietly, and everything was on the right track.

It was another morning, and the people of the tribe lined up in neat formations, waving the stone spears in their hands in unison before the tribe's gate.

Regardless of gender, age, or seniority, except for those on night watch or those severely injured, the people of the tribe all participated in the training:

In the face of natural disasters and Beast Tides, no one could stay out of it.

Xia, as the chieftain, had learned from the pain and summarized the tribe's bitter lessons, reaching this conclusion and requiring every tribesman over the age of ten to participate in daily practice.

And for the survivors who had lost their kin, not one person opposed this requirement:

Facing a Nascent Soul Great Demon, their efforts might not have much effect, but no one wanted to experience the pain of helplessness again.

Feng Zi sat cross-legged on a rooftop, listlessly watching everyone's practice, though his thoughts were not here.

These past few days, although he had not practiced his techniques as usual, he had not wasted his time either—

When he discovered the omnipresent Qi in this world, Feng Zi had been pondering:

Feng Zi hoped to create a Breathing Technique to better absorb the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth and improve his strength.

After all, although one could improve strength just by breathing, this method was too inefficient; it could neither effectively improve strength nor allow for quick recovery after significant consumption.

Faced with this problem, the martial arts cultivation method he practiced was of no use.

Although Qinglin also mastered a technique similar to the Breathing Technique, it was more akin to her instinct and could only provide Feng Zi with a few ideas.

Therefore, Feng Zi could only ponder this method on his own.

And after several days of exploration, although he had not discovered a complete cultivation method, he had sought out an effective line of thought.

Of course, the energy contained in food could still help him improve his strength, but having one more method was never a bad thing.

Just as Feng Zi was conceiving how to perfect the Breathing Technique while letting his mind wander, Lu Hanwen jumped onto the roof on tiptoe.