Chapter 862

"Do you speak Wild Tongue?" Wei Yuan asked.

The official name for the language of the Power Shamans is Wild Tongue, which contains a vast amount of vocabulary unique to them. Just the words for expressing anger, 'do', courage, and invincible number in the hundreds; if one doesn't distinguish them clearly, it's impossible to understand the true meaning of a Wild Shaman.

The languages of the Ghost Shamans and Spirit Shamans also have their own unique characteristics, while the language of the Saint Shamans is completely different.

Their language structure is particularly complex, using ancient and obscure terms that are extremely difficult to understand, and every sentence is quite long, like a piece of exquisite architecture; the average person has no idea which room the true meaning is hidden in.

One of the most frequently cited famous sayings in the Saint Shaman language is: If you think you have understood what I said, then I can tell you with certainty that you have not.

Therefore, even among the Shaman tribes, when a pure Wild Shaman and a pure Ghost Shaman meet, they very likely cannot understand each other, and communication must rely on the transmission of true intent.

"I am a Power Shaman, how could I not understand Wild Tongue?" That Shaman looked as if he had been insulted, his eyes wide, and just as he was about to explode, he suddenly remembered who was the boss here, so he immediately softened his tone and said, "... Naturally, I can."

"Then you teach me; we'll learn for half an hour first."

Half an hour later, Wei Yuan had already mastered thirty-six different degrees of anger, as well as seventy-two ways to say 'do you in'. Adding in other miscellaneous things, he had learned over eight hundred words in total and could already speak completely.

So Wei Yuan cleared his throat and shouted: "I, Strong Shaman, give money!"

This sentence shook the surroundings, not because Wei Yuan was born with a loud voice, but because volume is also a part of Wild Tongue expression. For example, "I'll slaughter you"—if the volume is loud enough, it's the literal meaning; if the volume is average, it means "everything is negotiable."

Then Wei Yuan looked at this Shaman with hope and asked in Wild Tongue: "How is it? Is my Wild Tongue 'floating bamboo' or not?"

That Shaman praised loudly: "It's too 'floating bamboo', even more authentic than mine!"

Wei Yuan understood; his voice was loud enough, so it was the literal meaning.

Seeing that this Shaman's attitude was sincere and quite sensible, Wei Yuan finally extinguished his intent to kill and asked: "What is your name?"

"My name is Extreme Dao-True Steel!... You can just call me Extreme Dao, or Little Extreme is fine. But we have to find a place to avoid the sunlight; if we keep baking like this, today will be a loss."

Having learned Wild Tongue for half an hour, Wei Yuan had actually been observing Extreme Dao the whole time, paying special attention to how he locked in moisture and dissipated heat. Unexpectedly, he actually used a glowing method to dissipate heat.

When the three suns were all present, it wasn't very noticeable, but once one sun was blocked by a large star, Extreme Dao-True Steel became the brightest Shaman around. Being illuminated by his light, Wei Yuan even felt his skin prickle a little, as if he had been sunburned.

In this strange world, the sun doesn't burn people; it only roasts them from the inside out. But Shamans can sunburn people.

After observing continuously for half an hour, Wei Yuan finally confirmed that Extreme Dao's heat dissipation efficiency was not as good as his own fire-breathing.

Now that Wei Yuan had mastered Wild Tongue, communication was much smoother. He pointed at the ox and asked: "I just slaughtered an ox; can you process it?"

Extreme Dao's eyes widened, and he roared in a low voice: "What 'your' ox? This is clearly mine... If you don't believe me, I'll dismantle it for you right now! Stand back, lest you lose your life!"

Wei Yuan only felt that he was very unaccustomed to Wild Tongue culture. At first listen, he had the urge to stab this guy to death with a spear; he had to take a mental detour to understand his true meaning.

Extreme Dao pulled out a short knife, and just as he was about to start, Wei Yuan took it from him, examined it carefully for a while, and then returned it to him.

The material of this short knife was very special, clearly having been smelted and forged. But it seemed the smelting temperature was not high enough; the iron inside had only barely melted, and the composition was insufficient. Even the raw ore produced from a supreme-rank iron mine of the Xu family in Ningzhou had a higher iron content than this knife.

That this knife could take shape seemed to rely mainly on forging, mixing the iron and impurities evenly together to become a knife.

Extreme Dao gripped the knife, first let out a loud shout, the roar vibrating the blade, a flash of light clearly sweeping across it, and then with a light slice, the ox hide was cut open, as if cutting tofu.

Wei Yuan was greatly shocked. When he had just killed the ox with a spear, it felt like stabbing into a giant ox made of top-grade refined steel, not only reinforced with several defensive arrays but also solid. Even he had used extreme force to pierce the ox's head with one shot; he didn't expect Extreme Dao to slice open the ox's body with a light knife.

"What's going on with your knife? And that roar just now, what Shaman art is that?" Wei Yuan asked.

"You don't even understand this? And you, you 'weevil', dare to appear before me..." Extreme Dao's voice was already very low, but looking at Wei Yuan's expression, he scratched his hair with a slightly thin hand and said: "I'd better learn some human language from you."

"No need, try to use Wild Tongue as much as possible; when you can't explain clearly, just use true intent." Wei Yuan wanted to seize every moment to practice Wild Tongue, so he could then start the second step of his plan: impersonating a Shaman.

Extreme Dao explained: "What I just used was the Savage Battle Roar; this is a Shaman art that is only useful in the Wild Realm. The battle roar can awaken the Wild Dao extreme intent within weapons and armor. How much Wild Dao extreme intent can be awakened basically determines the victory or defeat of a battle between two sides."

This long string of Wild Tongue made Wei Yuan want to kill him several times. He simply split off a strand of spiritual sense specifically responsible for translation, and then only listened to the translated words, which finally calmed his anger.

"What is Wild Dao extreme intent?" Wei Yuan asked.

Extreme Dao explained again. The so-called Wild Dao extreme intent is the Dao within all things in the Great Wild Realm. Power Shamans activate the Dao power within them through special battle roars, thereby changing the properties of matter. Otherwise, anything in the Wild Realm would be as hard as a Master Yu Jing spirit treasure, and even if Master Yu Jing cultivators came, they would go crazy.

And Extreme Dao-True Steel was just a late-stage Great Shaman who hadn't reached perfection; theoretically, let alone butchering an ox, he couldn't even cut through ox hair.

After explaining, Extreme Dao made another cut, and the ox hide separated silkily to both sides. Then Wei Yuan discovered that the ox hide was three feet thick!

The ox body was no more than a zhang thick, and the hide was three feet; the things inside this ox... are a bit sparse!

Wei Yuan reached out and touched the cross-section of the ox hide; the texture was slippery. But in Wei Yuan's field of vision, after being magnified a hundred times, one could see that there were small holes of uniform size in the ox hide, and there were quite a few crystal threads in the material forming the hole walls.

After obtaining knowledge of the world beyond the heavens, Yu Zhizhuo had systematic research on the physical properties of various crystalline bodies and stored them in the 'Human World Fireworks'. Wei Yuan occasionally flipped through a few books, purely as casual reading; if he read them seriously, he couldn't understand them.

It seems the battle roar activated the knife, and then the knife resonated with these crystal threads, resonance, harmonics... anyway, it was some kind of relationship, and the crystal threads became abnormally fragile, shattering at a touch.