The tribe leader of Black Crane Tribe was supported by two of his tribe members. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, and his right leg was in a terrible state. Broken bones could be seen in the bloody mess.
Blood dripped on the ground, and the intense pain caused the man's face to turn pale. Large droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Let's go!" He gritted his teeth, and his voice sounded as if it was squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth. The two old men beside him did not say a word and quickly brought him back. When they retreated several thousands of feet, they turned into long arcs and left.
Right up to the end, Su Ming only said one sentence. He watched the man leave coldly and did not stop him. After all, he was a newcomer to this place, and there were still some problems with his status. He only wanted to train in peace and understand wind and lightning so that he could increase his power. He did not want to cause trouble.
It was especially so since he was an outsider. If he had too much conflict with these Shamans who had deep roots in this place, even if it was just a small tribe, then it would still be troublesome.
As for the Shaman Crystal vein, Su Ming might have high hopes for it, but he did not need to keep it to himself. He had tried mining these Shaman Crystals before, and if he did not have a special method, they would shatter the moment he touched them. He had tried using the small virescent sword before and managed to get seven to eight of them, but in the process, he had shattered the same amount of crystals.
Unless he used his hands to dig them out bit by bit without sparing a large amount of time, only then would he be able to obtain the greatest benefits.
That was why Su Ming only intimidated White Bull Tribe. He did not kill them. As for Black Crane Tribe, as long as they did not go too far, Su Ming did not want to kill them easily. He might have attacked harshly, but he was also intimidating them. Only when these two tribes were wary of him would he be able to know who was stronger and who was weaker, and then there would be a possibility for him to come and talk to them.
When he saw the three people from Black Crane Tribe leaving, Su Ming turned around and headed back to his cave abode, turning into a shadow. As for the Fire Ape, it was displeased. It felt that even if Su Ming had not appeared just now, it would still have been able to fight against the man.
At that moment, he picked up the rod and swung it a few times at Su Ming's back, then turned into a fiery red shadow and started wandering around the area, trying to see whether there would be anyone else who would be foolish enough to barge in.
In the blink of an eye, several days went by. Su Ming never left his cave abode, and no one came to disturb him. These days might be dull, but Su Ming was not impatient. He was used to having his heart calm. He might be in a foreign land, but in truth, to him, besides Dark Mountain and the ninth summit, almost every other place was a foreign land.
He, who had long since gotten used to this sort of life, continued studying the Wind Crystal of Inheritance. That item was the size of a fist and looked crystalline. There seemed to be wind contained within it, and when he looked at it, it looked as if wind and clouds were moving about within it. There was a strange suction force within it.
'Wind Separation Art … Provenance of Wind …' Su Ming frowned and stared at the Wind Crystal of Inheritance in his hands, deep in thought.
'If I can't fuse with the Wind Berserker's inheritance, then I won't be able to understand the three styles of Wind Separation. I can only use the Provenance of Wind and circulate it in my body to make my speed slightly faster.
'But the Wind Berserker isn't just about speed. But … just what should I do to make the Wind Berserker's inheritance acknowledge me?' Su Ming had thought of all sorts of methods during this period of time, but even the black stone fragment could not fulfill his wish. It did not respond to Su Ming's calls.
'Could it be that unless it's the real True Divinity of the Wind Berserker, then no one else will be able to obtain its inheritance..?' Su Ming tightened his grip around the Wind Crystal of Inheritance. His eyes sparkled and his expression darkened.
He knew all his flaws. It did not matter whether it was the power of the God of Berserkers or Han Mountain Bell, they were all formed by external forces. They were not his true path of cultivation. This external force might belong to him now, but there was a high possibility that it would no longer belong to him in the future.
Only his own power and divine abilities were the foundation and main focus of becoming a powerful Berserker. However, Su Ming was incredibly lacking in divine abilities. Besides the Berserker Obliteration he created himself, he only had speed and the Execution of Three Evils.
This was incredibly fatal in a battle of Arts. Su Ming had experienced this deeply during his journey to the land of the Shamans. That was why he had increased his efforts in researching the Wind Crystal of Inheritance so that he could strengthen the changes in his divine abilities and Arts.
Yet the results made Su Ming feel incredibly resigned. Yet even so, he did not give up. He continued trying to fuse with the Wind Crystal of Inheritance. This item was like a key that could unlock the main focus of the Wind Berserker's inheritance.
As Su Ming continued trying, there was a short mountain range located ten thousand lis to the east of the mountain range where his cave abode was located. There was a mountain that was not too tall.
That mountain was incredibly unique. It would leave a deep impression in all those who saw it. That was why the shape of the mountain looked like a crane that had spread its wings and was about to fly!
Cranes did not exist in the land of the Shamans. Even the Berserkers did not have them. This thing belonged to the Immortals and was a life form that was filled with intelligence.
However, this mountain that was carved in its shape had appeared in the land of the Shamans, and there was even a tribe named after the crane in the mountain. This was something that would make people think deeply about it.
However, this place was located in a remote area and Black Crane was just a small tribe. Their tribe members practically never ventured too far out, hence not many people paid attention to them. That was why the strange things about Black Crane Tribe did not spread out too widely.
At that moment, in a house that was carved out of a mountain stone in the mountain was the man with his right leg shattered. His eyes were shut tight and his body was trembling slightly. His upper body was bare, and sweat was pouring down his body.
There was an old woman sitting before him. Her hair was white and there were a lot of brown spots on her face. Her hands were dried up, and she was pressing down on the man's right leg.
Strange sounds tumbled out of the old woman's mouth, as if she was chanting an incantation.
Behind the old woman were five members of Black Crane Tribe sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the house. Their faces were filled with anxiety and were filled with indignation and resentment.
Their hatred was not directed towards the man, but towards the spot where Su Ming's cave abode was located when they occasionally lifted their heads to look into the distance.
"The person who attacked you didn't have any killing intent. Your leg can be healed, but it'll take a long time. It'll take about half a year. It'll be best if you don't get injured again within half a year, or else you might be completely crippled." After a long while, the strange sounds from the old woman's mouth stopped. She opened her eyes to reveal a pair of murky eyes as she spoke slowly.
Once she finished speaking, the old woman stood up and walked towards the door with her arms crossed. Her footsteps were not as light as those of cultivators. They might not be heavy, but it was clear that she was a mortal.
The bare-chested man opened his eyes. There was fatigue on his face as he spoke in a low voice, "Help the Shaman Doctor down."
Immediately, a member of Black Crane Tribe came forward and helped the old woman down.
"Tribe leader, I've already gathered all the warriors in the tribe. We're just waiting for your orders!" Once the old woman left, an old man instantly stood up from the remaining people in the house. He had a head full of white, and he took a few steps forward to speak loudly.
"Tribe leader, we of Black Crane Tribe cannot tolerate this. What right does this person have to occupy our Shaman Crystal vein? He's just one person. No matter how high his level of cultivation is, we'll just offer up our tribe blood and ask for the Crane Ancestor's help!" A ghastly voice came from another person's mouth. The person who spoke was a thin man, and his age could not be determined. He sat there like a skeleton.
The others also spoke one after another, and their words were filled with murderous intent.
"Shut up!" The man with the shattered right leg slapped the wooden chair he was sitting on with his right hand.
"That person wasn't alone. He had a Fire Monkey with him, and I also sensed a terrifying presence in the mountain range. It's clear that he still has some tricks up his sleeves that he hasn't used yet.
"Even if we don't talk about these things, the nine-headed beast that appeared during the change in the world that day is not something that Black Crane Tribe can fight against. I'm only going there to test and confirm the situation, so that I can give an explanation to the Patriarch when he comes back. Why are you going? Are you just going to die?!" The man's gaze was cold as he swept his gaze past the people.
"We'll wait for the Patriarch to come back before we …" Before the man could finish speaking, his voice suddenly came to a halt and he lifted his head swiftly.
At the same time, a piercing howl came from the sky above the mountain where the tribe was located. It reverberated through the area, and a violent gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the mountain with moaning sounds.
The man was not the only one who lifted his head. All the tribe members in the house immediately became nervous and stood up. Two people went up to help the man up, and the group quickly walked out of the house.
Almost at the same time they walked out, all the tribe members from the various stone houses on the mountain walked out and knelt down together towards the sky.
"Welcome back, Patriarch!"
Their voices were like waves that moved as if they had fused with the wind. As they reverberated through the area, a long black arc charged towards them from the sky. Within that long arc was a huge crane that was nearly 500 feet tall. Its entire body was black, and its eyes were filled with fierce flames. It was flapping its wings and charging towards them.
Standing on the black crane was an old man dressed in a long robe made of feathers. There were several black stripes on the old man's face, and there were wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were bright and full of vigor.
There was a person sitting cross-legged beside him. That person was dressed in a red robe, and there were a large amount of insects and snakes embroidered on it. Those insects and snakes were colorful and looked terrifying. There was a bamboo hat on the person's head, and his face could not be seen clearly. However, based on the person's figure, it should be a woman.
"Madam Ji, this is my tribe. Madam Ji, please." The old man on the black crane swept his gaze across the land and a smile appeared on his face. When he looked towards the woman beside him, that smile turned into respect, and he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards her.
The woman with the bamboo hat, whose face and age could not be seen clearly, gave a slight nod, and the black crane beneath the old man instantly charged towards the mountain. It closed in on them in an instant, and as it charged forward, a large amount of black smoke spread out from its body. As it charged down, more black smoke spread out, and the instant it looked as if it was about to crash into the mountain, the black crane completely turned into black smoke and dissipated. The old man and Madam Ji with the bamboo hat stood on the mountain, right before the man who was being supported by the others.
"Greetings, Madam Ji." When the man with his right leg shattered saw the old man and Madam Ji, he immediately knelt down, but because of this action, sharp pain shot through his right leg, causing his face to turn even paler.
"Hmm? What's wrong with your leg? "The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe immediately focused his gaze. "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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