The Great Wild God - Chapter 26

Chapter 26 This Is My Protection Fee
Chen Xun bid farewell to Grandpa and walked out of the stone house. It was already dark. Several bonfires lit up in front of the stone hall, but he saw Nan Liao, Zongsang, and the others still standing on the square, guarding the pile of armor.

“Uncle Zong Sang, Uncle Nan Liao, why are you still here?” Chen Xun asked.

Zong Sang rubbed his head and pointed at the pile of armor on the ground. He stammered, “Isn’t there still no one to carry these things for you? Where are you taking them? Uncle will help you.”

Chen Xun couldn’t help but laugh. He really wanted to help him move this pile of armor into his shack. He didn’t need to wait until now, nor did he need Zong Sang and Nan Liao, the only surviving high-grade Barbarian Marquis, to be here.

Chen Xun had a heavy spear, a black sheath saber, a longbow, ten pots of iron arrows, and a pair of scales in his hand. He pointed at the remaining armor and said, “The rest, even if I give the protection fee to the stronghold!”

“Protection fee?” Zong Sang didn’t know why, so what was the protection fee?

“The people of Black Mountain Tribe bullied me. Uncle Zong Sang, you have to help me.” Chen Xun said.

“En, en,” Zong Sang understood. He hurriedly nodded and patted his chest, “Gu Hu that bird, if you dare to bully you again, Uncle will shatter his bird eggs.”

Zong Sang was so excited that he could not conceal his excitement. He shouted, asking the clansmen who were hiding around to see the situation to come out and help,

“Stop hiding, you bastards. Ah Xun said that these armors were given to the stronghold as protection fees. All of you, come out and move these to the Stone Hall. We’ll discuss how to split them up at night …”

Zong Sang couldn’t wait to split the spoils.

Nan Liao blushed slightly and coughed twice. He thought of concealing his embarrassment. However, the clansmen on the left and right rushed forward and surrounded Chen Xun to praise him, “Ah Xun is a good kid. He thinks of everything in the village. Uncle did not misjudge you.”

“Those cowards from Black Mountain Tribe, if you dare to bully you again, just tell Uncle. The children of the Black Python Tribe can only be beaten by their own family, not by outsiders.”

“You’re still hitting your own child, can’t you beat Ah Xun? That awesome Gu Lei from Black Mountain Tribe is already called Ah Xun Kill, how can you be even more awesome than Gu Lei?”

Looking at the group of people holding the bow spear saber armor on the ground, Nan Liao could only laugh dryly.

Thirty heavy spears, thirty black sheath blades, twenty middle-tier barbarian martial artists in the stronghold. One man could have more than one man.

The Iron Embryo Bow, which had a strength of 1,000 jin, was even more powerful than the Black Python’s previous killing weapon.

Scaled armor wouldn’t be of much use to hunt in the mountains, but what about clan-to-clan battles?

With this batch of armor, who among the surrounding tribes would dare to bully the Black Python again and kill others to the point that their horses would be overturned?

Zong Sang impatiently picked up a heavy spear and waved it a few times. The black divine brilliance revealed by the numerous spear shadows was like substance, suppressing the left and right barbarian martial artists. They could hardly breathe and retreated one after another.

“Motherf*cker, this is so good!” Zong Sang was so excited that he shouted loudly. He put down the heavy spear, picked up the giant iron bow, and pulled the string to test his strength.

As he loosened the string, a loud thunderous sound rang out, causing no one to doubt that there was an arrow on the string that would definitely cause the rock to collapse.

Chen Xun ignored Zong Sang’s excitement and walked back to the shack with his military armor and silk manuscripts in hand.

He pulled out his black sheath saber, and the azure peak blade was three feet long. It met the moonlight coming from the gap in the wall of the shack and scattered a frigid cold light.

He didn’t know what kind of iron was cast, but the black sheath blade didn’t look clumsy at all. The blade shape was straight and smooth, but it weighed thirty to forty jin in his hand. The hard iron oak wood was also chopped into pieces.

Chen Xun had a feeling that if he entered the mountain this time, he wouldn’t be in such a sorry state if he had such a long black sheath saber in his hand and fought against the Azure Eyed Condor.

The iron tire bow required 1,000 jin of strength to pull the string.

Chen Xun didn’t have any problems pulling the Tie Tai Bow apart. However, when Zhang Ruyue was stringing it, he felt that the muscles and flesh on his back had been stretched out greatly. He felt that it was not in vain to stretch the bow and train his muscles and strength.

At this moment, Chen Xun had two to three thousand jin of strength in his arms, but pulling the Iron Embryo Bow open five to six times in a row also made his muscles numb, making him feel unsustainable. He thought to himself that only high-grade savage martial artists like Zong Sang and Nan Liao would be able to shoot out a pot full of iron arrows in the shortest amount of time possible.

Luckily, the pure flesh and blood of the Dark Scaled Cunning that the Soul Sacrificial Beast Feast had eaten had greatly increased the strength of the barbarian martial artists in the village. Otherwise, no one would be able to find anyone who could use these giant iron fetus bows.

However, what Chen Xun cherished even more than these armors was the ten volumes of the Cang Lan Miscellaneous Records.

The “Miscellaneous Records of Azure Water” was naturally not a secret manual of profound arts. It recorded the geographic scenery of Azure Water west of Tu Mountain.

Chen Xun had called the Six-Armed Giant Demon to bring him to this world, and he had never been able to walk a hundred miles around.

Although the Black Python Tribe had some beast skin books, their records were very simple and crude. Even the knowledgeable Magus Sect Diagram was limited to the surroundings of Python Fang Ridge.

Chen Xun had only gained a general understanding of this world after obtaining the Cyanwood Daoist’s Dao Connotation Paraphrase and combining it with the Silk Manual of the Western Desolate Scripture.

However, the Dao Accumulation Paraphrase recorded more of the notes that Daoist Greenwood had discussed with cultivators of Cloud Continent about Foundation Establishment. There were only a few descriptions of Cloud Continent, Western Wilderness, and Cang Lan.

These ten volumes of Canglan Miscellaneous Records contained detailed descriptions of mountains and rivers, tribal villages, fishing, hunting, farming and animal husbandry, and even the various types of barbaric martial arts cultivated by the tribes. It could even be said to be a concise encyclopedia of Canglan.

This was extremely precious to Chen Xun, who still had to leave Python Fang Ridge in the end.

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In the wilderness north of Python Fang Ridge, there were fifty to sixty tribes.

Small, thousands of people; Great one, over ten thousand clansmen.

No tribe had enough strength to dominate the Northern Mountains and subdue the other tribes.

Without the appearance of the Heavenly Barbarians, other than the large number of tribes, the key to strength depended on the number of mid-and upper-grade Barbarian Martial Cultivators who had comprehended the Barbarian Soul within the tribe, as well as the size of the tribes in the northern mountain of the Python Fang Ridge.

The Black Mountain Tribe had more than 5,000 clans. They were already a large tribe in the northern mountain of the Python Fang Ridge, but with Gu Chen and Gu Hu included, there were only 20 mid-and upper-grade Barbarian Martial Cultivators who had comprehended the Barbarian Soul.

In the battle in the deep mountains and valleys, the death and disability of two peak mid-tier barbarian martial artists was an unacceptable heavy blow to the Montenegro Tribe.

Especially Gu Lei and the Barbarian Soul Divine Radiance. If he hadn’t died in the dense forest of the valley, as long as he had two or three more years of tempering, he would have advanced to the higher level of the Barbarian Martial Arts. He would have been the new force of the Montenegro Tribe that suppressed the black python and dominated the surrounding mountains.

The Soul Sacrificing Beast Feast, the Black Python Barbarian Martial Cultivator, and the children had eaten the Black Sly Flesh and Blood that was filled with Life Essence. Even the Su Clan regarded it as a rare treasure. Not only had the strength of core Barbarian Martial Cultivators such as Zong Sang and Nan Liao increased greatly, there were even four Barbarian Martial Cultivators who had enlightened their Barbarian Souls within three months. This was something that had never happened to the Black Python in the past 30 years.

And exchanging this batch of armor from the Su clan’s hands, it was even more so for the Black Python Man Wu’s strength to rise by a notch.

In terms of numbers, the black python was only a small tribe in the northern mountain of the Python Fang Ridge, but in terms of absolute strength, it could be considered first-rate in the northern mountain of the Python Fang Ridge.

After Su Qingfeng left, the Montenegrin Tribe did not mention the death or disability of two mid-tier barbarians. Even after autumn arrived, the Montenegrin hunting squad did not appear on the south bank of Wild Horse Stream. In fact, they had given up the valley that was nearly twenty miles south of Wild Horse Stream.

The significance of the Black Python’s hunting area being able to extend nearly twenty li deeper into the outer perimeter of Python Fang Ridge was not trivial.

Although the fierce birds and ferocious beasts in the depths of Python Fang Mountain Ridge had pure life essence in their flesh and blood, which was a great nourishment for the cultivation of barbarian martial arts, hunting fierce birds and ferocious beasts meant that they were even more dangerous.

The Black Python had more than a hundred savage martial artists and only twenty enlightened savage souls, and none of them could afford to lose.

It wasn’t that Zong Sang, Nan Liao, and the others didn’t have the strength to bring a hunting squad into the depths of the Cyan-eyed Condor Valley’s stone nest. However, for the sake of the stronghold, they rarely went so deep into the depths of Python Fang Ridge to hunt. In the end, they were afraid that they would encounter wild beasts that were incapable of encountering them and suffer irreparable losses.

It could even be said that as long as an accident happened between Zong Sang and Nan Liao, the balance of power between the Black Python and Montenegro would be broken.

From the outskirts of Python Tooth Ridge south of the Black Python Stone Stronghold, although there weren’t many pure flesh and blood ferocious birds and beasts to hunt, the valley that was nearly twenty kilometers deep was much safer. Ordinary barbarians could lead teams to fish and hunt beasts and collect wild fruits, vegetables, and herbs.

Wild Horse Stream flooded every flood season, and low valleys were not suitable for living. However, after the flood receded, the silted black soil was very fertile, vegetation grew vigorously, and many wild grains grew. After autumn, they could be harvested and stored as food for the winter; They would also attract many birds and beasts to reproduce in the valley.

To be able to completely grasp this valley, there wouldn’t be any problems for the more than a thousand Black Python clansmen to store food for the winter.

Collecting and hunting were left to ordinary barbarian martial artists. After autumn, the twenty middle and upper ranked barbarian martial artists of the black python were also divided into two teams.

The first group stayed in the stronghold and was responsible for the cultivation of barbarian martial arts, organizing defense, defending against vicious birds, ferocious beasts, and other tribal raids. The first group formed an even more elite hunting squad and entered the depths of Python Fang Ridge to hunt down those pure flesh and blood ferocious birds and beasts. They went to the wild mountains to search for spirit herbs and special herbs to be used for the cultivation of the barbarian martial arts in the clan.

Some of the younger children in the stronghold had gathered to cultivate the Barbarian Martial Arts and read the Barbarian language.

During this period of time, Chen Xun no longer went into the mountains every day to search for medicinal herbs. Instead, he followed the hunting squad into the mountains every three to five days and spent more time cultivating in the stronghold.

Right now, his Qi and blood had doubled in purity, and his cultivation speed had increased by a lot. He had officially advanced to the fifth level of the Barbarian Martial Arts, but it still required a process to temper the bones around his body to the peak of being as hard as iron.

As for cultivating the Barbarian Soul, it was very easy to visualize the Great Roc Fist in the Soul Sea. Visualizing the Nine Nether Barbarian Soul was still somewhat reluctant. A single visualization would be enough to completely absorb the blood vitality and divine brilliance within his body.

The reverse scale attack was really violent. It simply didn’t leave any room for him.

Once he attacked, either the enemy would die, or he would die.

Whether it was following the hunting squad into the mountains or staying in the stronghold to cultivate in the Barbarian Martial Arts, Chen Xun had to spend a lot of time reading the Canglan Miscellaneous Records, in addition to practicing his bows and arrows diligently.

Although Yunzhou characters and barbarian characters had the same origin and belonged to the category of pictographic ideographic characters, they were much more complicated.

Chen Xun practiced the Great Roc Secret Fist to translate the Yun Zhou script into Man Wen. In fact, most of it was based on the actual practice of practicing the Fist stance, using Man Wen to write out his mind, breathing, qi and blood, qi energy circulation, and other experiences. It wasn’t a strict translation of the Yun Zhou script.

However, the first volume of the ten volumes of the Canglan Miscellaneous Records was much the same as what was recorded in the Western Desolate Scripture, which actually provided Chen Xun with a dictionary that could translate the Yunzhou language into Man language.

Two to three months after autumn arrived, Chen Xun read through the ten volumes of the Cang Lan Miscellaneous Records through repeated deliberations and comparisons.

However, Zong Sang, Nan Liao, and the others didn’t know how hard Chen Xun worked. They thought that after he gradually recovered his memories, he would naturally recognize these Cloud Continent characters.