The Great Wild God - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 The State of Life in the Wilderness
The stone stronghold of the Black Python Tribe was built in a steep valley between two mountains, and the surroundings were also washed away by yesterday’s flood. However, the giant stone wall was seven to eight meters tall, blocking the flood and rushing into the stronghold.

Apart from resisting the mountain torrents that had slipped down from the mountains, the fortress walls were built tall and thick. More importantly, they were prepared for the surprise attacks of wild beasts and other tribes in the mountains.

Stone Stronghold was located at the entrance of the canyon, blocking the path to the mountain from this canyon. The mountains to the south were all surrounded by the hunting grounds of the Black Python Tribe.

Although there were endless prey in the mountains of Python Fang Ridge, it meant that it was even more dangerous.

Forget about the other Wildlands mutants, just a single Dark Scaled Sly could crush the entire Stone Stronghold to smithereens.

At this moment, he was also afraid that if this black crafty came out of the mountain alive, the Black Python Stone Stronghold would most likely be the first place to be washed away by the black crafty’s blood.

Compared to the dense population on Earth, a village with a population of over a thousand could only be considered a small village, but it was quite a large village on the northern slope of Python Fang Ridge.

Chen Xun walked onto the stone ridge in front of the village and saw the situation inside the wall of the Canyon Village. Hundreds of low earth houses and wooden houses were scattered randomly, and there were a few tall stone palaces in the center that surrounded the spacious plaza.

That was the public room, where the clansmen discussed and sacrificed. At the same time, it was the ancestral shrine and public warehouse of the Black Python Tribe. Normally, it was only the map of the Shaman Sect and the underage grandson cliff.

Under the leadership of Man Wu, adult males would normally walk for several days before they could gain anything from hunting in the mountains. Women and old men are picking fruits and wild vegetables near the stockade.

There was no farming, no animal husbandry, only fishing, hunting, and naturally growing wild vegetables and fruits. It was also necessary to prevent tyrannical desolate beasts from coming out of the mountains and other tribes from attacking and plundering them. It would not be easy to feed a thousand people.

Survival in the Wilderness was extremely difficult.

The entire village was filled with children who ran around naked, regardless of gender. Children over eight or nine years old would be considered teenagers in the Black Python Tribe. They would either follow the women and old men out of the village to collect wild fruits, vegetables, and wild valleys, or cultivate diligently under the guidance of the remaining barbarian martial artists.

As for a 14-year-old black python youth like Zong Ya, he was already considered an adult in the stronghold. If he wanted to take on more responsibilities, he would have to leave the stronghold with Man Wu long ago, go fishing and hunting everywhere, and even participate in the bloody battles between the tribes for the hunting area.

Seeing everyone carrying the giant beasts, the naked children and martial arts youths in the stockade all ran out in a swarm. They stepped on the muddy slope that was washed away by the flood, ran around the cunning beasts and cried out wildly, singing a barbaric song that sounded noisy to Chen Xun.

However, all of this was filled with warmth in Chen Xun’s heart. This was the place where he had taken him in for three years.

It had just rained yesterday, and there were no drainage facilities in the stronghold. Naturally, it was a muddy patch, and there was water everywhere.

Chen Xun lay on Zong Ya’s back and let him carry him into the stronghold.

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The stonewood shack was half a foot deep.

Sitting on the stone bed covered in beast skin, Chen Xun saw that Zong Ya was somewhat restless. He knew that the Soul Sacrificial Beast Feast was a rare occasion for the Black Python Tribe. Zong Ya was still a youth, so he was curious and urged him to help in the Stone Hall.

“I have nothing else to do here. Quickly go find Grandpa. Maybe Grandpa has something to tell you.”

“Are you really alright?” Zong Ya had long wanted to run over to see Grandpa, Uncle and Nan Liao discussing the matter of soul sacrifice, but he was worried about Chen Xun’s injuries.

“What can I do?” Chen Xun said.

“Well, if you need anything, send someone to call me. Here you are.” Zong Ya took out a small animal skin parcel from his bosom and stuffed it into Chen Xun’s hand. He turned around and left the shack.

He walked out of the shack in panic and forgot to lower his head. With a “bang”, he almost knocked down Chen Xun’s crude shack on the door shelf.

Chen Xun shook his head and smiled bitterly. He opened the item Zong Ya had stuffed into him, but he didn’t expect it to be another Black Python Pill.

Zong Ya was cultivating Barbarian Martial Arts at the critical time of breaking through to the third level and advancing to the Intermediate Barbarian Martial Arts. This Black Python Pill was given to him by Grandpa Zongtu Province.

Chen Xun knew that Zong Ya didn’t say much, but his temper was straight, and he would never take back what he had given him. This also gave him a headache, so he could only keep this Black Python Pill close to him.

During Chen Xun’s first few months in the Black Python, he lived with Zong Tu and Zong Ya in the stone house of the public room.

However, let alone an outsider like him, even the disciples of the Black Python Tribe had to support themselves by the age of thirteen or fourteen.

After staying in the stone house for a few months, with Zong Ya’s help, he found an open space near the stone house and built his own shack.

The shack was simple and crude. Apart from the earth stove, the stone bed covered with beast skin mattresses, and a few broken pottery pots, there was nothing else. However, Chen Xun was here in the Black Python, his resting place in this desolate mountain and wilderness.

After consuming the Black Python Pill that Zong Sang had given him, apart from the scar on Chen Xun’s body that looked terrifying and would take a few days to shed, his body had actually recovered by seventy-seven to eighty-eight percent.

After the roe deer and mutton were eaten up, he threw away the medicine basket in order to save some effort at night. If he didn’t want to delay picking herbs in the mountains, he would have to make another medicine basket out of the mountain vines.

Right now, Chen Xun could only use all sorts of methods to squeeze the limits of his body to develop his potential. Strengthening his body consumed a tremendous amount of energy.

Even though Chen Xun’s strength and body were comparable to that of a beginner rank two or three savage martial artist, the Black Python Tribe’s beginner rank savage martial artist was not only physically strong, he was also proficient in bow and spear battle techniques.

In Chen Xun’s eyes, the Intermediate Barbarian Martial Cultivators who had comprehended the Barbarian Soul were comparable to slaughtering machines. They were the core and main force of the Black Python Tribe that had taken root in the depths of Python Fang Ridge, hunting and fishing.

Chen Xun didn’t have the qualifications to be the main force. Every time he followed the Black Python Barbarian Martial Arts out to catch fish and hunt, the amount of food he received was still very limited. It was far from enough to satisfy the consumption of his special cultivation method.

Fortunately, in these three years, Chen Xun had learned the Barbarian language from the Grandpa Sect Diagram and was able to identify thirty to forty kinds of herbs in Python Fang Ridge. This had become his ability to settle down in the village.

There were more than three hundred middle-aged men in the stronghold, and there were also more than a hundred barbarian martial artists who practiced battle techniques. However, there weren’t many who had the patience to read all five to six hundred barbarian runic symbols with Grandpa Zongtu, and were able to identify and refine twenty to thirty herbs of the Black Python Pill.

Even Zong Ya was barely able to recognize the Barbarian Character Symbols under Grandpa Zongtu’s baton. But if he wanted to learn how to concoct voodoo medicines, he might as well hang himself from a stone beam with a rope.

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After Chen Xun finished weaving the medicine basket, Zong Ya went to the shack to look for him and gave him a large piece of pork that was roasted to the point of overflowing with oil.

Chen Xun had a large appetite now, and he couldn’t eat the Black Python Pill as food. After he returned, he made up a medicine basket and hadn’t eaten for a long time. At this moment, he saw the pork that was overflowing with oil, and his stomach was even more hungry. He took it and ate it with his mouth full.

Zong Ya hugged his head and slept on the stone bed covered in beast skin. He saw that there were several scrolls of beast skin books scattered on the bedside, all of which were written about the refining methods of voodoo medicines. He felt a headache when he saw this. He didn’t expect Chen Xun to be able to read it with interest. He turned around and asked,

“You don’t really want to stay in the stronghold as a witch doctor for the rest of your life?”

The Silk Manuscript of the Western Desolate Scripture was also obtained unintentionally by the Wu Gong Sect Diagram; The Black Python Tribe’s memoirs were mainly made of nitrate, peeled animal hides, and written in a black tree sap jiao pen in the mountains. The tortoise shell that was carved in barbaric characters was a “sacred object” in the black python.

If he couldn’t leave Python Fang Ridge, Chen Xun thought to himself that the best way out for him to stay in the Black Python Tribe was to become a Magus Doctor. Recently, he had also been learning how to refine magic medicines from Grandpa Zongtu.

These animal skin medicine books were all shown to him by Grandpa Zongtu.

Although Python Fang Ridge’s naturally occurring medicinal herbs and stones were completely different from Earth’s, Chen Xun believed that some of the pharmacology was still connected. This was also the advantage of staying in the Black Python to learn how to refine voodoo medicines.

However, rare magical medicines like the Black Python Pill that could develop human potential and temper one’s bloodline needed to be refined using the Black Python Tribe’s secret technique.

As an outsider, Chen Xun couldn’t cultivate the Dark Python Secret Technique. Even if he stayed behind as a Magus Doctor, and even if he could use what he had learned on Earth to improve and modify ordinary magic medicines, he could only become a Mortal Magus in the end.

Chen Xun’s heart sank when he thought about whether he had the chance to walk out of the Python Fang Ridge Mountains and see the outside world, and whether there was still a slim chance of returning to Earth and reuniting with his relatives.

Seeing Chen Xun lowered his head and remained silent, Zong Ya also knew what he was thinking. He stuck his head out and looked outside the door. No one else passed by the shack and told Chen Xun,

“Earlier in the Stone Hall’s meeting, Grandpa said that you have made great contributions this time. You should be accepted into the clan. In the end, Uncle Nan Liao and the others reluctantly agreed to let you participate in the soul sacrifice three days later. If you need the approval of the Barbarian Ancestor Spirit before you worship, then pass on your Barbarian Martial Technique.”

“I’m not a member of the Black Python Clan. How can I obtain the approval of the Black Python Ancestor Spirit?” Chen Xun smiled bitterly.

Although Chen Xun hadn’t cultivated the Barbarian Martial Arts before, he had also learned some shallow truths from Zong Ya.

Not to mention Python Fang Ridge, even the hundreds of thousands of barbarian tribes around Tu Shan had Primordial True Blood in their bodies. It was only a thousand years of inheritance, and the majority of the Primordial True Blood in their bodies had become thinner.

In the early stage of barbarian martial cultivation, it was more about tempering one’s body and strengthening one’s qi and blood. Only after enlightening one’s barbarian soul would one be able to truly step into the threshold of barbarian martial cultivation.

Only by enlightening the Barbarian Soul could one truly activate the mysterious power of the Primordial Barbarian True Blood and temper one’s muscles, bones, skin, and

After his body was tempered to the point where his body could be completely reborn and his blood could be transformed into marrow, the first drop of True Blood could be condensed from his body, and he would be promoted to the Heavenly Man who possessed tyrannical martial power and dominated the wilderness.

The Black Python was once a famous clan of the Python Fang Ridge. There were more than a dozen stone strongholds around the Python Fang Ridge, twenty to thirty thousand clansmen, and even built a city in the wilderness south of the Python Fang Ridge. However, thirty years ago, the last Black Python TianMan died, and the Black Python quickly lost. The remaining one was chased to the mountain stronghold north of the Python Fang Ridge.

Chen Xun had no way of knowing what was going on with the Soul Sacrifice. It was just that he had been brought to this world from Earth for no reason, and it had nothing to do with the Black Python Tribe’s inherited bloodline. How could he obtain the recognition of the Black Python’s ancestors and comprehend the Barbarian Soul?

Zong Ya scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it to Chen Xun. He only used Grandpa’s words to tell him,

“Grandpa said that all living things have spirits. The Eight Desolate Humans are all of the Fiendgod race. All sects have one origin. Grandpa said that no matter what, this is the opportunity you deserve. Whether or not you can succeed, you have to give it a try.”

No matter how slim the chances were, as long as there was a sliver of chance, Chen Xun was somewhat looking forward to it.

“Grandpa said that when he is free, he will specifically talk to you about this matter. Don’t say that I have already told you.” Zong Ya was afraid that Grandpa would scold him, so he gave an additional order to Chen Xun.