Chapter 9, I am not a little brat

Chen Xun felt that this time the Wumang Department would probably bring out all their hidden treasures to stew together with the cunning beasts

Is it really necessary to make such a grand occasion just to cook the meat of a cunning beast and share it with everyone

Is the Soul Festival Beast Feast merely about cooking the flesh and blood of the cunning black-scaled creature and distributing it for everyone to eat

Now there are two long fangs of cunning beasts that are twice as strong and sharp as fine iron blades, so it is no wonder that everyone in the camp is looking for him to arm wrestle, all eager to win back these two cunning beast fangs

Zong Ling, seeing how easily Chen Xun had given him the long tusk, could not help but feel delighted. He generously untied the beast skin pouch from his waist and laid out the "rare treasures" he had collected for Chen Xun to see: "Take whatever you are satisfied with; consider it an exchange for your long tusk."

Seeing Zongya's attachment to his possessions, Chen Xun pointed to the bronze sword at his waist and said, "You take the bronze sword and exchange it for a long tooth for me"

"So, where have you been hiding these past few days? Zongya said that you dragged the cunning beast back. Such a heavy cunning beast, it takes five or six of us to carry it. How on earth did you manage to drag it back?" The boys following Zongya, who had not seen Chen Xun for several days, all gathered around, chattering and asking questions.

A series of bonfires were lit in the square, their flames casting light upon the stone walls, with shadows of people dancing.

Upon hearing Chen Xun's words, Zong Ya immediately became animated and hurriedly drew the bronze short sword from the grass rope belt, handing it to Chen Xun, fearing that Chen Xun might change his mind in the next moment: "Here you go, if Grandpa asks, you must say that it was you who主动 exchanged with me."

Chen Xun had seen a python that was eleven or twelve meters long in Snake Valley, which was already extraordinarily large. However, looking at this snake skeleton, if it were to be fully extended, it would likely measure twenty to thirty meters in length. He pondered to himself, how many years had this python grown before its death?

The snow-white serpentine skeleton is coiled into a mass, resembling a gigantic stone mill, as two mid-tier barbarian warriors struggle to lift it with wooden levers, appearing quite laborious in their efforts

"Long teeth?" Chen Xun looked at Zong Ya in confusion, not understanding what was going on

Zong Ling scratched his head apologetically, feeling even closer to Chen Xun in his heart

After returning to the village, Chen Xun first lay in the hut to recuperate. Subsequently, he obtained the silk manuscript for cultivation from Agong Zongtu, and indeed, he had not interacted much with the people in the village for three days.

You can bet with me using your long teeth! Zong Ling, being young, is still unable to conceal his thoughts, and with just a few words, he reveals his innermost feelings.

The cunning beast resided in Tushan for several hundred years, living a carefree and joyous life. Just as it was about to form a demon elixir, it was struck by lightning and perished, yet its entire body was filled with treasures

Zong Ling is the son of Zong Sang and is considered a cousin of Zong Ya; however, there is no such concept within the Wumang tribe. The two of them, along with Nan Xi, the son of Nan Liao, are regarded as the three most outstanding young men of the Wumang tribe

Zongya held a bronze short sword in his hand, which made many young warriors in the village covet it greatly

Only by practicing until the body and mind are in harmony can one awaken the barbaric soul; this is the most crucial step

Chen Xun is not a member of the Wumang tribe; he has lived in the village for three years and has yet to have the opportunity to step into the Stone Hall even once

"You are so nagging, as if I am a miser," Chen Xun said, pretending to be dissatisfied

However, under the leadership of Zongya and Zongling, the youth in the village did not treat Chen Xun as a stranger

Whether it is cherishing the favor of the python that took him in, or building good relations with the rising talents like Zongya and Zongling, Chen Xun would not be so reluctant to part with a cunning beast's fang; he is not truly just a little brat.

"How about it, do you dare to compete?" Zong Ling, who was slightly smaller in stature, stared at the silent Chen Xun with her dark eyes, fearing that he might say the word "no"

The U Mang tribe regards the python as a sacred totem, in fact, there is a Snake Valley located one hundred miles west of Shizhai, where the black snake, the U Mang, reigns as the king of snakes, possessing unparalleled venom.

Zongya mysteriously took out two long fangs from the beast skin pouch he carried, which were the two snow-white, translucent tusks of the cunning beast, and said: "Everyone says these two long fangs are what you deserve, and my grandfather asked me to bring them to you..." While saying he would give them, his hand held onto the two tusks with great reluctance

Although you have not practiced the barbaric martial arts, your physique is even sturdier than that of Zong Ling and the others. Zong Ling boasts that he has now found some feeling in practicing the barbaric martial arts, claiming he can swing the stone pedestal in front of the stockade from a distance, and the entire village is eager to challenge you to an arm-wrestling match, hoping to win back the ironwood bow he lost to you last time—yet they cannot find you.

The Stone Hall is held in the highest regard within the village, serving as the place for the discussions and rituals of the Wumang tribe to honor their ancestral spirits.

The people of the Uman tribe are reticent about past events and prefer not to discuss them, yet Chen Xun can still sense a deep-seated hostility that the Uman people harbor towards outsiders

At this moment, Nanxi appeared rather indifferent, standing at a distance with arms crossed, seemingly expressing disdain towards Zongya's remark about Zongling's training in martial arts, suggesting that he should "find that certain feeling".

At this moment, the leader of the Southern Liao emerged from the stone hall, carrying a massive skeleton, immediately capturing the attention of the young onlookers.

The ancestral clan's depiction states that the python once had an extraordinarily glorious history. Just by looking at this giant cauldron, Chen Xun also believes that the ancestral clan's depiction is certainly not mere nonsense

Zongya's personality is too straightforward; in his youth, he cannot keep things to himself. Therefore, Grandpa Zongya specifically instructed that matters such as the silk book must never be disclosed to him. Moreover, Zongya has eight or nine followers behind him, and they are even less capable of keeping secrets.

At the center of the square in front of the stone hall stands a massive altar constructed from giant stones, nearly 10 meters high and over 100 meters in circumference, towering majestically in the middle of the square, even more magnificent than the stone hall itself

At this moment, the village is filled with laughter and joy. Looking at the light streaming in through the cracks in the wall, it is surprising to realize that it is already after dusk. Time has truly flown by, and the Soul Sacrifice Beast Feast is about to begin. Outside, the members of the Wumang tribe have started to sing and dance.

Chen Xun forced a smile and said, "The last time I went into the mountains, I accidentally dropped that ironwood bow off the cliff. You all know that, right? Unless you want to win back that broken ironwood bow, I can't find anything to bet with you!"

The most important ingredient in the refinement of the Black Python Pill is the saliva of the black python snake, which is sourced from the Snake Valley

On both sides of the altar, two enormous wooden piles stand upright, and a massive rope is stretched in the middle, suspending a gigantic bronze cauldron that appears to be as tall as a person above the altar

At this moment, Zongsang was directing the personnel to fill clay pots with spring water and pour it into the bronze cauldron; at the same time, others were taking out countless rare and exotic herbs stored in the stockade and throwing them into the bronze cauldron

Chen Xun was indeed surprised

"Last time I entered the mountain, I walked a bit further on https://wwwhetushucom.com and needed your ironwood bow for self-defense. I intended to return it after use, but unfortunately, it fell off the cliff and broke into two pieces. I cannot match you in an arm-wrestling contest now, so I consider this long tooth as compensation to you..."

The Wumang tribe lacks iron and bronze tools, and even the majority of the able-bodied men wield only stone knives and wooden spears, following the barbarian warriors out for fishing and hunting. Chen Xun did not expect that there was such a large bronze cauldron hidden in the village.

The peaks of the distant mountains are shrouded in a crimson twilight, with faint sounds of beast roars and bird calls echoing in the air

Seeing Zong Ling's face full of entanglement, Chen Xun laughed heartily and turned around, ignoring him

Ah, grandfather is going to concoct a beast feast with this python skeleton and the cunning beast!" Zongya was also astonished as he watched his clansmen lift the python skeleton onto the earth platform and throw it into the bronze cauldron

At only twelve years old, Zong Ling has already found "that certain feeling," which signifies that he is merely half a step away from truly entering the threshold of barbaric soul cultivation. His innate talent is only slightly inferior to that of Zong Ya.

Ah Xun, where have you been all day? I haven't seen you, and Grandpa won't let me go look for you

These two tusks, when struck, emit a sound akin to that of metal and stone. They have emerged from the deep mountains, and it is unknown how many times they have collided with the stones and wood in the deep ravines, yet they show not a single trace of fracture, remaining resilient and sharp, rivaling the finest weapons of the world

Feast of Beasts, Feast of Beasts, Banquet of Beast Meat

The people of the Wumang tribe stacked countless round pine logs to form a fire altar in front of the altar, which was nearly as high as the sacrificial platform

For Manwu, it is crucial in the early stages to cultivate the Manhun Battle Martial Arts to a profound state where body and intention are in perfect harmony

He thought to himself that the ironwood bow was what he had lost to Chen Xun, and a man should rely on his own abilities to win back this bow. However, he did not have complete confidence in defeating Chen Xun

The bronze tripod, with two ears suspended from a massive rope, features intricately carved images of various birds and beasts, as well as numerous barbaric scripts on its four square sidewalls. This imparts an exceptionally heavy and ancient aura, imbued with an indescribable sense of mystery. It is uncertain how many years ago this artifact was passed down, likely kept hidden within the ancestral stone hall, only to be brought out for use on the day of the grand ceremony.

Even among the mid-tier barbarian warriors of the Python tribe, it is not feasible for each individual to possess a fine iron sword or spear; ordinary people still predominantly use stone blades and wooden spears for hunting

Really?" Zong Ling was both surprised and delighted, looking at Chen Xun with uncertainty.

Wugong Zongtude is highly respected and has forcefully advocated for the retention of Chen Xun, yet the other clan members have not fully accepted this foreign youth

Chen Xun inserted the bronze short sword into his waist and handed another cunning beast's long tooth to Zong Ling

Chen Xun did not rush to leave the hut; the profound sensation brought by his cultivation came unexpectedly, and he wanted to fully experience it. After a considerable amount of time, he finally exited the hut and walked towards the stone hall.

Mangyaling does not produce copper or iron; good quality fine iron swords and spears come from Canglan City, which is two to three thousand miles away.

Zongya also mocked Zongling: "With your bag of rags, do you really think Ah Xun would trade you the long tusk?"

Chen Xun was secretly pondering when Zong Ya emerged from some corner and caught him off guard, asking:

At this moment, he called Zongya to hold him back, just smiling and deceiving him: "My injury hasn't healed yet, I'm still lying in bed all day sleeping, Grandpa is probably afraid that you will drag me around everywhere..."

Zongya scrutinized Chen Xun for a moment, observing that he was lively and energetic. Aside from the scars that would take some time to fade, there was no indication that he had been injured.