"Every time the Master in purple robes appears, he will stir up a storm of blood … That is a memory I will never forget …" Second senior brother let out a long sigh and stood up. He took a light step forward and let the sunlight fall on the side of his face. He placed his hands behind his back and lifted his head to look at the sky. A nostalgic look appeared on his face.
Hu Zi stood by the side and stared at second senior brother dumbly. He gulped and mumbled a few words under his breath. He realized that his second senior brother had gained this strange habit at some point in time. He always liked to stand under the sun and look at people with the side of his face.
Zi Che was not too far away. It was rare for him to see uncle master Hua this way, and he could not help but become nervous.
Su Ming cast a glance at second senior brother, then lowered his head and continued copying Si Ma Xin's sword slash on the drawing board before him.
"Speaking of that memory, I will never forget it. It was fifteen years ago, on a dark and windy night …" Second senior brother lifted his head and a complicated look appeared on his face.
"At that time, eldest senior brother was still in isolation. I was meditating in my cave abode, and suddenly …" Second senior brother's words came to an abrupt halt. His gaze swept past Hu Zi and Zi Che before eventually landing on Su Ming.
When he saw Su Ming also lifting his head to look at him, second senior brother's voice reverberated in the air once again.
"Master was dressed in purple robes, and he suddenly barged into my cave abode … I will never forget the first question Master asked me at that time.
He asked me … if I knew how to engage in arcane combat … Back then, my answer was yes. As a result … all of you, remember, if you see a violet-robed master in your Immortal's Cave during this period of time, if he asks you this question, you must say no! " Second senior brother cast a grave look at Su Ming and Hu Zi before he shook his head and walked into the distance. His footsteps were very strange. Even if he walked into the distance, he still kept the sunlight shining on the side of his face.
Hu Zi blinked. He had always thought of himself as smart, but when second senior brother's words appeared in his head, he became indignant and thought that second senior brother was just trying to be mysterious. If Master really came to him in purple robes, then he would definitely not listen to second senior brother's words. He would definitely say that he knew how to fight.
"I'd like to see just what will happen if I talk to him." Hu Zi lifted his head proudly and chatted with Su Ming for a while longer before he picked up his wine gourd and left.
During this period of time, the three of them would often gather together. One would drink while the other would let the sun shine on his face. At the same time, they would plant the grass on the ground once again.
The other was holding a drawing board at the side, drawing stroke by stroke.
Su Ming had already lost track of how many strokes he had drawn. His drawing board might seem blank, but in truth, if anyone took a closer look at it, they would gradually be able to tell that there was a presence that seemed to be suppressed within it, and it was slowly becoming stronger.
The day of Sky Mist Shaman Hunt was slowly approaching. During this period of time, the disciples of Freezing Sky Clan had started making detailed preparations. They had also carried out many private deals.
In fact, some of the disciples who had been away for many years were returning one after another. Their goal was to join the upcoming Sky Mist Shaman Hunt. Since this battle was one of the larger battles that only happened once every century, it held a great amount of attraction.
The Shaman Tribe was a mysterious tribe that was similar to the Berserker Tribe, but they were completely different. They surrounded Sky Mist Barrier and prevented the Berserkers in the Land of South Morning from taking complete control of the Land of South Morning. They also prevented countless people from leaving the place, preventing them from walking out of the Land of South Morning, preventing them from seeing whether their companions were still alive in the other continents of the Berserker Tribe.
To the disciples of Freezing Sky Clan, fighting against the Shaman Tribe would allow them to witness Arts that were clearly different from Berserker Arts. Perhaps they could even obtain a serendipity. Besides, almost all the beasts in the Shaman Tribe had a Beast Core, which was a great supplement to the Berserker Tribe.
Besides, according to the rules set by Sky Mist Barrier, the more Shamans they killed, the greater the rewards they would obtain. Every single time Sky Mist Shaman Hunt was held, Freezing Sky and Western Sea, the two big tribes and sects, would bring out great rewards to give to the disciples who killed their enemies.
It was especially so this time, since it was a rather large battle that would only take place once every hundred years. The rewards would be the best they would get in a hundred years.
The arrival of these items was just one of the rewards. To those who wanted to join the battle, it would also give them a shocking reputation. There was a gigantic mountain rock in Sky Mist City. That mountain rock was incredibly tall, and the first thing all the people from the Land of South Morning who wanted to join the battle would do once they arrived at Sky Mist City, leaving behind their presence on the mountain rock.
After that, a rather complete ranking would appear on the mountain rock, and it would be ranked based on the number of Shamans they killed! Once Sky Mist Shaman Hunt ended, this ranking would spread through all the Berserker Tribes in the Land of South Morning, causing all of them to know about it!
Even during the battle, this ranking would be seen by all the powerful Berserkers who came to the battlefield. The higher one's rank was, the more attention they would receive. At the same time, those who were ranked in the top 100 would obtain the temporary title of Sky Mist.
If they could get into the top 10, they would be given the title of Sky Mist Guards Commander. If they could get into the top 3 and maintain their rank, they would obtain the right to stay in Sky Mist City forever. As for the person in first place, they would obtain Sky Mist's Sacred Vessel. However, only the person in first place could obtain this treasure temporarily. Once they were no longer the person in first place, the treasure would disappear on its own and appear in the hands of the new person in first place.
Only when the battle ended would the treasure disappear on its own and reappear in Sky Mist City to receive offerings.
Yet even so, there were plenty of rumors about Sky Mist's Sacred Vessel. Among those rumors, there was one that had already been verified. That Sky Mist Sacred Vessel was a Sacred Vessel that would only be temporarily given to the person in first place during the battle that happened once every hundred years. If they could hold onto it for a long period of time, then the person's level of cultivation would continue to rise during that short span of two years!
Reputation, fame, all sorts of rewards. All of these things caused Sky Mist Shaman Hunt to reach its most intense stage of preparation. In less than ten months, the battle would begin!
Besides the ninth summit, the other eight summits in the Great Plains of Freezing Sky Clan were all making preparations. Only the people in the ninth summit maintained their peaceful lives and went to understand their own Art to clear their minds.
Su Ming's life was peaceful. He treasured this sort of life. Ever since he came to the Land of South Morning, he rarely had this sort of life, especially when he was here. This mountain was like his home. His senior brothers here treated him very well, allowing him to experience the warmth of their hearts.
Su Ming might not have shown any ambition towards Sky Mist Shaman Hunt, but he had already made his decision regarding the battle in his heart.
He wanted to go!
He wanted to participate in this battle. Only in this sort of battle could he grow quickly. The increase of his level of cultivation was Su Ming's only requirement for himself.
He had to make himself stronger!
'If I want to walk out of the Land of South Morning and return to the Alliance of the Western Region, my level of cultivation is still far from enough …' Su Ming drew a line on the drawing board before him with his right hand and lifted his head to look at the sky. At that moment, the sky had already darkened. He could vaguely see that the rays of sunlight in the distance had also become much dimmer.
Su Ming stood up and walked towards his cave abode. During the past few days, besides copying Si Ma Xin's sword slash, he had also done something else. This was one of the preparations he had made for Sky Mist Shaman Hunt this time.
Compared to a few months ago, his cave abode had become much bigger. Three more ice chambers had been built in the cave abode. One of the larger ice chambers was filled with roars that no one else could hear. Only Su Ming, who possessed divine sense, could hear them.
Su Ming arrived outside the ice room with a calm expression and stepped in.
The moment he entered, a gust of cold wind blew against his face, and he saw an indistinct figure closing in on him in an instant. Yet the moment it closed in on Su Ming, that figure let out a pained cry and fell back several dozens of feet, revealing its face clearly.
It was an existence with the body of a human and the wings of the Wings of the Moon. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a murderous look within them. As he retreated, he glared at Su Ming.
His body was caught between an illusion and a corporeal form, and he looked as if he could disappear into the air at any moment. His entire body was red, and the air around him was distorting, causing this person to look as if he was surrounded by invisible flames and burning.
He was naked, and there were scales on his skin. His hands turned into claws as he roared at Su Ming.
"He Feng, you're the one who asked to fuse with the souls of the Wings of the Moon in my body. We're still in the process of fusing with them, and you can't take it anymore?!" Su Ming asked coldly.
His voice echoed in the ice room and fell into the strange person's ears, causing him to shudder. A hint of struggle appeared in his bloodshot, bloodshot eyes.
He … was He Feng!
After the battle against Si Ma Xin, when Su Ming returned to his cave abode and tidied up everything, He Feng had thought about it carefully and told Su Ming that he wanted to fuse with the unknown souls that He Feng could sense in Su Ming's body.
He Feng was a cautious person. He did not want to become a Vessel Spirit, but if he did not want to become a Vessel Spirit, then he had to prove that he was not a burden. The battle against Si Ma Xin's Ice Wave Spirit had been incredibly difficult for He Feng. His level of cultivation was not high enough, so he could only make this decision.
After remaining silent for a few days, Su Ming agreed to He Feng's request. He opened up the ice room and turned it into the place where He Feng could fuse with the souls of the Wings of the Moon.
In the beginning, the fusion went smoothly, but gradually, changes occurred. As He Feng fused with the countless Wings of the Moon, He Feng lost his rationality and turned into his current state.
The moment conflict appeared on He Feng's face, Su Ming took a step forward and lifted his right hand. In an instant, he drew a circle at the center of He Feng's brows with his index finger.
That one stroke turned into a circle, and a blood-red light appeared. That circle was like a blood moon, and it appeared at the center of He Feng's brows.
Once the blood moon appeared, He Feng closed his eyes and slowly sat down cross-legged, calming himself down.
Every few days, Su Ming would use this method to suppress the changes that would occur when He Feng fused with the Wings of the Moon. Only by continuing until the fusion was complete would He Feng truly become stronger.
Su Ming estimated that this process would take a few more months, perhaps even longer.
He looked at He Feng for a long while before he turned around and walked out of the ice room. He sat down cross-legged outside and closed his eyes as he copied the drawing on the drawing board.
If he was not disturbed, he might have continued copying the drawing.
Yet when morning arrived, a guest came to the ninth summit. That person had come specifically for Su Ming. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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