Su Ming hesitated for a moment. He looked at the fire coming from the tent. In the end, he did not go there. Instead, he returned to his own tent under the moonlight and the falling snow.
Perhaps it was because he had not been back for a few days, but the tent was very cold. When he exhaled, there was a puff of white mist. It was so cold that anyone who looked at it would feel it.
There was no warmth in the lonely tent. It was completely different from the feeling Su Ming had when he was in Lei Chen's house.
Su Ming fell silent. He found some firewood and took out a kindling. Quietly, he started a fire in the lonely house. Even if the Qi in his body at the third level of the Blood Solidification Realm could withstand the cold, he did not know why, but he felt that there was something missing in the house that he could not put his finger on.
Su Ming sighed softly and lit the fire. The light from the fire gradually spread, bringing with it a wave of warmth that caused the cold in the tent to spread outwards.
Su Ming sat by the fire and looked at the dancing flames. He could not help but fall into a daze. He had always been envious of Lei Chen, Bei Ling, and Chen Xin since he was young because they had a family, a father, and a mother.
Even if the elder was good to Su Ming, as the Elder of the tribe, he had to spend a lot of time protecting and helping his tribe members. Su Ming learned to be independent since he was young. He learned to be alone, and he also learned to be lonely.
It was snowing heavily outside. There was also the moaning of the wind, causing the tent to creak. Occasionally, a few gusts of wind would enter the tent, causing the fire to sway violently.
Su Ming hugged his knees as the light from the fire shone on him. After a long time, he sighed.
'The elder said that I'm a child he picked up from the streets … Then are my mother and father still around..?' There was a dejected look on Su Ming's face. This sort of emotion had been hidden deep within him over the years. He did not want others to see his loneliness, so he always used a smile to hide it all.
However, on this snowy night, after he went to Lei Chen's house and felt the warmth there, he returned to his own cold tent. He could no longer hide his feelings.
"Bai Ling's father and mother aren't by her side either. I wonder if she's already resting or is thinking about something by the fire like me …" Su Ming mumbled. Bai Ling's silhouette and her bell-like laughter appeared in his head.
His body suddenly trembled as he vaguely guessed why he had such a strange feeling towards Bai Ling. It might be related to her beauty, but it was not the main point.
More importantly, Su Ming could sense the same loneliness he felt from her, a loneliness that was hidden deep beneath her smile and mischievousness.
As time passed, the warmth of the fire in the tent grew stronger and stronger, causing the cold air to dissipate and condense into drops of water on the tent.
The warmth of the tent seemed to have melded into Su Ming's heart, causing his loneliness to show signs of fading away. Yet at that moment, as if the heavens were unwilling, a huge gust of wind suddenly blew past, bringing with it a large amount of snow from the distance. The wind was strong, and when it blew into the tribe, it was as if an invisible hand had swept past.
The creaking sounds in Su Ming's tent immediately became louder. Even the door to the tent was flung open. The cold wind immediately filled the tent with moaning sounds. The snow that was mixed with the wind fell on the fire, causing the fire to let out a struggling sound before it was extinguished very quickly.
Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the door swaying in the wind. He looked at the warmth that finally existed in the tent disappearing in an instant. He stood up quietly and walked out of the tent. He stood in the snow and lifted his head to look at the sky.
In the sky that was swept by the snow and wind, there was a blurry moon that was covered up.
As he looked at the moon, Su Ming remembered the Wings of the Moon. He remembered the skeleton he saw in the Fire Berserker Tribe, and the words carved on the skeleton before it died.
"The desire of the Berserker covers all directions. Fire fuses with blood. With a single thought, I will burn the heavens. With a single thought, I will light up the heavens … If the moon of fire rises from the clouds, it will shine between the heavens and the earth … At that time, I will meditate, and my blood will burn. Nine is the extreme, and one is the law. Light the Berserker Fire and worship the nine times.
Only then will you be able to worship fire! "Su Ming mumbled. These words had appeared many times in his head. He kept thinking about them, but he always felt that he was missing something.
"The desire of the Berserker can be understood as the desire of the Berserker. It's something bad. But that 'husband' … Who is he talking about … Is he talking about the skeleton … But it doesn't seem like it." Su Ming sat outside the tent in the snow. To him, it was the same inside and outside the tent. There was no warmth.
Fortunately, there was still the moaning wind to accompany him and the moon to look at.
"Husband … Who is it? I don't understand. When the desire of the Berserker covers all directions, with a single thought, I will burn the heavens. With a single thought, I will light up the heavens … This sentence seems to be describing a scene. It seems like if I can fuse fire into my blood, then with a single thought, I will be able to light up the heavens … "Su Ming's eyes shone brightly. He looked at the moon in the sky in the snow and started thinking about it.
"If the moon of fire rises from the clouds, it will shine between the heavens and the earth … The elder once said that the sun is Yang and the moon is Yin. What he said makes sense. Most people will feel warm during the day, but under the moonlight, they will feel cold.
"But what is the moon of fire..? The color of fire is red. Could it be that this is talking about the red moon, the blood moon?" Su Ming frowned, unable to understand.
"At that time, I will meditate, and my blood will burn. Nine is the extreme, and one is the law. Light the Berserker Fire and worship the nine times. Then will you be able to worship fire … This sentence seems to be talking about some sort of action … the art of worshipping fire …" Su Ming looked at the moon in the sky. Suddenly, he felt as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through his head, causing his eyes to shine brightly.
"Could it be … that these sentences are talking about a Berserker Art?!" Su Ming's breathing quickened. He took a deep breath and analyzed it carefully in his head. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that there was a Berserker Art contained within those few sentences!
"Burn the skies with your will, and burn the skies with your will. Burn the skies with your will, and burn the skies with your will. This sentence is talking about the effects and strength of this Berserker Art!
"At that time, I will meditate, and my blood will burn. Nine is the extreme, and one is the law. Light the Berserker Fire and worship the nine times. Then will you be able to worship fire. This sentence is talking about how to practice this Berserker Art!
"That's right. That should be it. "As for the sentence 'If the moon of fire rises from the clouds, it will shine between the heavens and the earth'. This sentence is talking about the prerequisites for practicing this Berserker Art!"
Su Ming's spirits lifted. The words that had caused him to ponder over them for the past few days immediately cleared up once he analyzed them. However, after a moment, he frowned once again.
"It's still not right. The prerequisites for practicing this Berserker Art is that the moon of fire rises from the clouds. But it's not … Could it be that I have to wait for a few years until the blood moon appears again before I can practice it?" Su Ming fell into deep thought. Even when the moon in the sky was gradually replaced by the light from the sky and morning arrived, Su Ming still could not figure out how to practice it.
Su Ming sighed softly and stood up. He stretched his body. When the tribe members gradually walked out of their tents in the morning and started a new day of work, Su Ming walked out of the tribe.
"The requirement to reach the fourth level of the Blood Solidification Realm is 25 blood veins. I only have 11 blood veins now. I need to hurry up and train. I wonder what the effects of Mountain Spirit will be after I make it. I hope it will be of help to my training." Su Ming dashed through the forest. Ever since he reached the third level of the Blood Solidification Realm, his speed had become much faster than before.
He arrived at Black Flame Mountain in the afternoon. With a few leaps, he climbed towards the cave. When he was halfway there, a smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He heard Xiao Hong's voice faintly. He lifted his head and saw a fiery red figure lying leisurely at the entrance of the cave. It was holding a wild fruit in its hands and chewing on it quickly. As it chewed on the fruit, its eyes darted around its surroundings.
When Su Ming looked at it, Xiao Hong also saw him. Its eyes lit up and it threw away the half-eaten wild fruit. It jumped up and ran towards Su Ming. It even climbed onto Su Ming's back and let out excited cries.
Su Ming smiled happily and continued climbing. Before long, he arrived at the entrance of the cave. He took a deep breath of the mountain air and crawled into the cave with the little monkey.
Time passed by peacefully. Su Ming once again returned to his previous life of quenching herbs and training. At night, he would look at the moon in the sky and think about the words spoken by the fiery moon rising from the clouds.
To make it easier for him to observe the bright moon, he spent some effort to carve out a few small holes in the walls of his smelting cave. This way, he could clearly see the moon outside through the holes when he raised his head while sitting in the cave.
The muffled sounds that often came from the cave gradually lessened after a few days. Mountain Spirit was finally created by Su Ming seven days after he returned to the cave.
This was a type of dark blue medicinal stone. The medicinal fragrance was not strong, but when one placed it next to their nose and sniffed it, they would feel as if they were breathing in the mountain breeze. There was also an indescribable feeling circulating inside and outside of their bodies.
"Mountain Spirit." Su Ming crouched on the wall outside the cave. He looked at the pill in his hands as the sun set. The creation of this pill was much more difficult than the creation of Scattering Dust. The chances of failure were much higher.
Su Ming had used up most of the Cloud Gauze Grass he bought and only managed to create two pills. Because of that, Su Ming could not bear to use one of the pills to test its effects.
'It shouldn't be a poisonous stone …' Su Ming sniffed at the medicinal stone's fragrance and observed it for a long time, making his deductions based on his experience. Gradually, when the sky turned dark and the sky turned dark, a resolute look appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He placed the medicinal stone in his mouth.
The pill was different from Scattering Dust. It did not melt in his mouth. Su Ming frowned and bit down a few times before he crushed the pill and swallowed it.
He waited for a while but his body did not feel anything. Su Ming touched his stomach and waited for a while. He even got up and went back to the cave to circulate the blood in his veins. Still, nothing happened.
'Strange …' A pensive look appeared in Su Ming's eyes. After a while, a glint appeared in his eyes and he brought out a small bottle filled with Scattering Dusts from his bosom. He took out one and swallowed it.
The Scattering Dust quickly melted in his mouth, and a warm feeling immediately spread throughout his body. But at this moment, from within his body, there was suddenly a shocking heat, and it suddenly exploded!
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