Chapter 509: Chapter 108: Lu Hongtu Designs According to the Poem_2
The withered forest stands steadfast, deeply rooted, leaves dry, as if cursed. Walking through it, one feels oppressively suffocated.
Besides withered trees, there are only barren grass and Night Vines. They tightly entangle the rocks and trees, swaying with the wind.
Here, the sun is often scorchingly hot during the day, while the nights are exceptionally cold.
Apart from barren grass and withered wood, there are no signs of life.
Mo Yuan Cave Master, accompanied by three Nascent Soul Cave Masters, arrived at the peak of Huangmu Peak, invisible and hidden.
Someone was already waiting here.
And not just a few.
These cultivators were generally tall, dressed in revealing and tight clothes, exuding a primitive beauty.
At a glance, one could tell that these people were cultivators from the Barbarian Clan.
“The Human Clan has arrived,” sensed first by a blind barbarian of the clan.
This barbarian had his eyes covered with a black cloth, his face resolute with pronounced bone structure, his upper body bare, with fresh blood totems on his skin. Below, he wore animal skin trousers, strapped tightly at the ankles for easier movement.
He carried two enormous curved swords on his back, their blades exaggeratedly bent like crescent moons. Though sheathed, slivers of cold, moonlight still seeped out.
Cangyue Tribe, Di Lu!
Beside Di Lu stood a fellow tribesman, a Nascent Soul Level cultivator.
With blue hair, he was tall and thin, muscular, and his skin was as pale as dead ice, with wolf claw patterns on his forehead and cheeks symbolizing his tribe.
He carried a massive Wolf Fang Club, with a ring of blood around his eyes.
Cangyue Tribe, Gu Ya!
Gu Ya flared his nostrils, sniffing, then split his mouth in a smile, revealing jagged, ominously white teeth: “Hmm, I smell blood, quite stale and foul—it must be from those brats of the Six Cave Sect.”
Gu Ya also possessed Nascent Soul Level cultivation.
Blood Shadow immediately snorted coldly, having crossed hands with Gu Ya more than once.
He revealed himself, his murderous intent evident: “Old Wolf, if you don’t break through to the Transforming Spirit Stage soon, your lifespans nearly up, eh? Aren’t you afraid I’ll haunt your family after you die?”
“Back then, the resentment of you hunting me, I will surely avenge.”
However, Gu Ya casually responded: “Go ahead and kill them, if they die by your hand, it’s their fate.”
Blood Shadow showed a venomous look: “I forgot to tell you, not only will I kill them, I’ll draw out their souls and burn them under the sun, until they’re gone.”
Gu Ya’s anger surged: “How daring! Blood Shadow brat, before my time is up, I’ll definitely pay your Cave Mansion a visit and take you down with me.”
The Cangyue Tribe worships the Ancient God Cangyue. Dying under the sunlight, considered a blasphemy, means their spirits would not ascend to Cangyue and be accepted by the Ancient God.
Blood Shadow’s threat struck a nerve with Gu Ya, angering him.
“Hahaha, fight, what kind of man just bickers? Fight! Go on and fight!” A Barbarian Clan old crone, eager for chaos, heckled from the sidelines, her voice as sharp as a crow’s.
She wore a cloak woven from green vines decorated densely with animal bones and bird feathers. Ancient Talismans occasionally flashed on the bones and feathers.
Her skin resembled tree bark, deeply wrinkled, showing immense age.
Her eyes flickered with a disturbing green light.
And her hands, as old as withered wood, had fingertips that curled like vines.
Ancient Vine Tribe, Nascent Soul Cultivator, Biting Vine Healer!
Standing by her side was her husband, Cang Vine King of Golden Core Level.
Cang Vine King wore Ancient Vine Battle Armor, his face rugged, middle-aged, with white, unkempt beard and long hair, his brows wild.
He carried a huge Black Bow on his back, naturally curved, unstrung.
Cang Vine King stood behind Biting Vine Healer, silent.
Mo Yuan Cave Master and the others revealed themselves and nodded slightly in communication.
Responding to him were three cultivators from the Hundred Poison Tribe.
Leading them was Nascent Soul Level Poison Belly High Priest Tu Ming.
Flanking him were two Golden Core Cultivators, Rot Poison Diao Ye and Extreme Poison Barbarian Wulan.
Gu Ya and Blood Shadow were at loggerheads, their voices growing louder and their tempers flaring.
As a fight seemed imminent, neither Cangyue Tribe’s Di Lu nor Mo Yuan Cave Master Lu Hongtu showed any sign of stopping it.
Not at all.
In the Thousand Peak Forest territory, showing moderation is often seen as weakness.
Only by displaying a tough stance can respect be earned!
But the fight between Gu Ya and Blood Shadow never broke out.
Their conflict was halted by an elder.
His body was stooped, his face thin and mundane, his skin patchy, and his eyes dim, as if on the verge of death.
He always carried an ancient walking stick, its head carved with ginseng whiskers and dragon patterns, the shaft faintly radiating a profound aura.
Seeing the elder appear, both the Human Clan Cultivators led by Mo Yuan and the Barbarian Clan Cultivators respectfully saluted, addressing him as “Lord Long.”
This “Lord Long” was also a Nascent Soul Cultivator, holding a special identity as the temple priest of the main Dragon King Temple, representing the Transforming Spirit Level entity—Ginseng Whisker Dragon King!
“Hahaha.” Lord Long showed a benevolent smile, “You two youngsters, stop the quarrel. Isn’t it better to save your strength to fight the enemies?”
“Yes, Lord Long.” Although Gu Ya was aged, in terms of years, he was nowhere close to Lord Long.
The Blood Shadow Cave Master was very obedient: “I will listen to you, Lord Long!”
Lord Long smiled, his gaze sweeping around before pausing on Mo Yuan Cave Master Lu Hongtu, praising him: “The Great Cave Master himself has mobilized, inviting many Nascent Soul Cultivators to aid, a great merit indeed. After this battle, there will be rewards.”