The Great Wild God - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 I’m Not a Little Brat
(At this time, the stronghold was filled with laughter. Looking at the light coming through the cracks in the wall, it was already dusk. I didn’t expect that time would pass so quickly. The Soul Sacrificial Beast Feast was about to begin, and the members of the Black Python Tribe outside started singing and dancing.

Chen Xun wasn’t in a hurry to leave the shack. The mysterious feeling brought about by cultivation came as a surprise. He had to experience it carefully. After a while, he walked out of the shack and walked towards the stone hall.

The distant mountain peaks were shrouded in a crimson twilight mist, and the roars of beasts and birds could be heard.

Piles of bonfires lit up in the plaza, illuminating the stone walls and causing figures to float.

The Stone Palace was extremely lofty in the stronghold. It was the place where the Black Python Clan discussed sacrificing the ancestors of the barbarians.

Chen Xun was not a member of the Black Python Clan. He had lived in the stronghold for three years, yet he still hadn’t had the chance to step into the Stone Palace.

At the center of the plaza in front of the stone hall was a huge altar made of giant stones. It was nearly ten meters tall and had a circumference of more than a hundred meters. It stood in the middle of the plaza and was even more magnificent than the stone hall.

In front of the altar, the Black Python clansmen used countless round pine trees to build a fire altar, which was about the height of the altar.

On both sides of the fire altar, there were two huge wooden stakes. In the middle, a giant cable was pulled up, and a giant copper cauldron that looked like a person was suspended from the fire altar.

The Black Python Tribe lacked iron and bronze tools, and most of the strong men were holding stone knives and wooden spears. They followed Man Wu out to fish and hunt. Chen Xun did not expect that there was actually such a big bronze cauldron hidden in the stronghold.

The bronze cauldron’s ears were hanging on the giant rope. Many birds, beasts, and various brutal characters were carved on the side walls of the Python Fang Ridge. It gave off an unusually thick and mysterious feeling. It was unknown how many years ago it had been passed down. It was possible that it was usually hidden deep in the stone hall of the ancestral temple. As long as it waited for the day of the sacrifice, it would only be used.

Grandpa Zongtu said that the Black Python had an exceptionally glorious history. Just looking at this giant cauldron, Chen Xun believed that Grandpa Zongtu was absolutely not spouting nonsense.

At this time, Zong Sang was commanding his men to fill the jar with spring water and pour it into the bronze cauldron. At the same time, someone took out countless rare herbs from the stockade and threw them into the bronze cauldron.

Could it be that the Soul Sacrificial Beast Feast was to cook the flesh and blood of the Dark Scaled Sly and give it to everyone to eat?

Beast feast, beast feast, beast meat feast.

It was just that after cooking the Sly Beast meat and distributing it to everyone, there was a need for it to be so grand?

Chen Xun thought to himself. Zong Ya came out of nowhere and caught him and asked,

“Ah Xun, where have you been hiding all day? Grandpa won’t let me look for you even if I don’t see you?”

Zong Ya’s temper was too straightforward. He couldn’t hide anything in his young stomach, so Grandpa Zong Ya specifically instructed him not to tell him about the silk manuscripts and other things. Moreover, there were eight or nine followers behind Zong Ya, so they couldn’t hide their secrets.

“That’s right, that’s right. Where have you been hiding these past few days? Zong Ya said that you dragged the Sly Beast back. Only five or six of us can handle such a heavy Sly Beast. How did you drag it back?” The youths following behind Zong Ya hadn’t seen Chen Xun for a few days, and they were all gossiping and asking.

After returning to the stronghold, Chen Xun first lay in a shack and recovered from his injuries. Then, he took the silk book from Grandpa Zongtu to cultivate. It had indeed been three days since he had come into contact with the people in the stronghold.

He asked Zong Ya to pull him back now, as long as he smiled and lied to him, “My injuries aren’t healed yet. I’ve been lying in bed all day. Grandpa is probably afraid that you’ll drag me everywhere …”

Zong Ya looked at Chen Xun and saw that he was alive and kicking. Apart from the scars on his body that would take a few days to disappear, he could no longer see where he was injured.

“Although you don’t cultivate Man Wu, your body is stronger than Zong Ling’s. Zong Ling Hu boasts that he has found that feeling when he cultivates Man Wu. The stone pillars in front of the stronghold can also be swung far away. Man Zi wants to find you to wrestle his wrist and win back the iron wooden bow that he lost to you last time-I can’t find your man.”

Zong Ling was the son of Zong Sang, and he was considered a cousin of Zong Ya-only, there was no such thing in the Black Python Tribe-the two of them and the son of Nan Liao, Nanxi, were the three most outstanding youths of the Black Python.

At this moment, Nan Xi was rather indifferent. He stood at the side from afar and crossed his arms. It seemed that he was disdainful of Zong Ya saying that Zong Ling had “found that little bit of feeling” in cultivating the Barbarian Martial Arts.

Chen Xun was surprised.

For Barbarian Martial Cultivators, whether or not they could cultivate the Barbarian Soul Combat Martial Cultivation Technique to the Minute Realm of Body and Parataxis was extremely important.

Only by cultivating the body and mind could one comprehend the Barbarian Soul. This was the most crucial step.

For example, Zong Ling was only twelve years old, yet he had found that “little feeling”. This also meant that he was half a step away from truly stepping into the threshold of Barbarian Soul Cultivation, and his talent wasn’t even slightly inferior to Zong Ya’s.

“How is it? Do you dare to compete?” Zong Ling was slightly thinner, staring at the silent Chen Xun with his dark eyes, afraid that he would say “no”.

Chen Xun smiled bitterly, “I accidentally dropped that Ironwood Bow off the cliff when I entered the mountain last time. Didn’t you know? Unless you want to win back that broken Ironwood Bow, I can’t find anything to gamble with you!”

“You can bet your teeth on me!” Zong Ling was too young to conceal his thoughts.

“Teeth?” Chen Xun looked at Zong Ya doubtfully, not knowing what was going on.

Zong Ya mysteriously took out two long teeth from his beast skin bag. They were the two snow-white and translucent fangs of the Sly Beast, and said, “Everyone said that these two long teeth are what you deserve. Grandpa told me to bring them over to you …” He said that he wanted to give them to them, but he couldn’t bear to grab them with his hand.

Within Tu Shan, the Sly Beast had lived happily for hundreds of years and was about to form a demon core when it was struck by lightning and died, but its entire body was full of treasures.

These two fangs rushed out of the mountains with the sound of golden stones. They collided countless times with the stones and trees in the deep valleys, but none of them had any broken lines. They were tough and sharp, no weaker than peerless saber soldiers.

Python Fang Ridge did not produce copper and iron. Good fine iron sabers and spears came from Azure Water City two to three thousand kilometers away.

Even if the Black Python Tribe was an Intermediate Barbarian Martial Cultivator, they would not be able to use an Iron Saber Spear. Ordinary people would still use stone blades and wooden spears to participate in the hunt.

Zong Ya had a bronze short sword in his hand, which made many of the barbarian youths in the village envious.

Now that they had two sharp teeth that were much stronger than the iron saber spears, it was no wonder that they were looking for him all over the stronghold to compete with each other, hoping to win back the two teeth.

Seeing that Zong Ya was also reluctant to give up, Chen Xun pointed at the bronze sword on his waist and said, “Take the bronze sword and trade it for a long tooth.”

Hearing Chen Xun’s words, Zong Ya’s eyebrows immediately lit up. He hurriedly pulled out the bronze short sword that was tied in the straw rope belt and gave it to Chen Xun, afraid that Chen Xun would go back on his word in the next moment. “Here, Grandpa, you must say that you took the initiative to exchange it with me.”

Chen Xun stabbed the bronze dagger at his waist and handed another Sly Beast’s long tooth to Zong Ling.

‘”Last time I went into the mountain, I walked a bit farther, so I wanted to use your iron wooden bow to defend myself. I originally wanted to return it to you, but I didn’t want to fall off the cliff and break it into two. I can’t compare to you now. I’ll compensate you for this long tooth …”

“Really?” Zong Ling was both surprised and delighted, and he looked at Chen Xun with uncertainty.

He thought in his heart, the Ironwood Bow was lost to Chen Xun, and a man should have won this long tooth with his own ability, but he wasn’t fully confident in winning against Chen Xun …

Seeing Zong Ling’s conflicted expression, Chen Xun laughed heartily and turned around to ignore him.

Duke Shaman Sect’s Tu was highly respected, and he tried his best to reconsider accepting Chen Xun, but the other clansmen did not completely accept him as an outsider youth.

The Black Python Clansmen were secretive about the past and didn’t want to mention it, but Chen Xun could still feel that the Black Python Clansmen had deep hostility towards outsiders.

However, under the leadership of Zong Ya and Zong Ling, the youths in the stronghold treated Chen Xun well.

Regardless of whether it was because of the Black Python’s kindness to take him in or his good relationship with Zong Ya and Zong Ling, Chen Xun wouldn’t be reluctant to part with a single fangs of a cunning beast. He wasn’t really a little brat.

Zong Ling couldn’t help but feel delighted when he saw Chen Xun give him his long tooth so easily. He also untied the beast skin pouch tied around his waist generously and spread out the “rare treasures” he had collected. Chen Xun looked at them and said, “If you have anything you like, take it away. I’ll trade it for your long tooth.”

“You’re so verbose, it seems like I’m stingy.” Chen Xun pretended to be dissatisfied.

Zong Ya also mocked Zong Ling, “You’re the only one with a tattered bag. If you really want to exchange it, can A-Xun give you the long tooth?”

Zong Ling scratched his head embarrassedly, feeling even closer to Chen Xun.

At this moment, Nan Liao led his men out of the stone hall with a huge skeleton on their shoulders, immediately attracting the attention of the youths.

The snow-white snake-shaped skeleton was coiled together like a huge stone mill. The two middle-grade barbarian martial artists lifted the wooden bars, looking like they were struggling.

“Ah, Grandpa wants to refine this set of Black Python skeleton with the Sly Beast!” Zong Ya was also shocked to see his clansmen carry the Black Python skeleton onto the earth platform and throw it into the bronze cauldron.

The Black Snake Tribe used the python as a sacred object totem. In fact, there was a snake valley a hundred miles west of the stone village. The Black Snake Black Snake Tribe was the king of snakes, and it was extremely poisonous.

The most important medicine for refining the Black Python Pill was the Black Python Saliva from Snake Valley.

Chen Xun had seen a black python that was eleven to twelve meters long in Snake Valley. It was already extremely large, but looking at this set of snake bones, it was probably twenty to thirty meters long. He thought to himself, how many years had this black python grown before it died?

Chen Xun was afraid that the Black Python Tribe would have to take out all the good stuff from the bottom of the chest and boil it with the Sly Beast, right?