Su Ming walked quietly within the mudstone city that belonged to Wind Stream Tribe. Before him, the tribe member who received him walked alone. Su Ming could clearly feel the arrogance exuding from his back.
'He does indeed have the right to be arrogant …' Su Ming looked at the city before him and at the mudstone houses. He could not help but remember the tents in his tribe. Compared to them … or perhaps they could not even compare.
On the way, Su Ming saw too many Wind Stream Tribe members. In fact, he had never seen so many Berserkers in the past 16 years. It was incredibly lively. Even the beast skins worn by the men and women in the crowd were much better than the shabby clothes Su Ming was wearing.
There were also quite a number of them who wore the sackcloth that only the elder would wear. All of these people were Berserkers with incredibly strong Qi.
'A middle-sized tribe …' Su Ming looked at everything he saw, then looked at the city walls in the distance. He remembered that when he was in the air, he saw six tribes like Dark Mountain around the mudstone city. It was clear that they did not have the right to stay in the city for long. They could only stay outside.
On the way, Su Ming saw many houses that sold goods. There may not be many people there, but every single person who entered and left the houses made Su Ming's heart tremble.
The ground was not made of mud, but was covered with stones. The stones were crushed and flattened using some unknown method. When Su Ming stepped on the hard ground, it made him feel slightly uncomfortable, even though he was used to soft mud.
Su Ming also saw a few giant bows that were about 100 feet long on the mudstone city walls in the distance. They were completely black and exuded a murderous aura. When people looked at them, they would feel chills down their spines.
"Are you done looking?" A piercing voice interrupted Su Ming's vision. It was the tribe member who received him. He turned his head around and looked at Su Ming with a smile.
The arrogance contained within that smile turned into mockery. He was not mocking Su Ming, but was mocking the fact that the people from the small tribes were all stunned when they came here.
"Don't look at it for now. You'll be staying here for a while. You can look at it whenever you want, especially at night. I suggest that you don't stay in your house. Go out and take a walk. The nights in Wind Stream Tribe cannot compare to those in Dark Mountain Tribe.
Come with me now. Don't let the Elder wait for too long. "The tribe member of Wind Stream Tribe patted Su Ming's shoulders, then turned around and increased his speed.
Su Ming fell silent and quickly followed behind her.
At the center of the mudstone city was the gigantic pentagonal altar. There were three chambers within it. At that moment, the Elder of Wind Stream Tribe, the man in purple robes who was in the Transcendence Realm, was sitting cross-legged in one of the chambers. Opposite him was the calm elder of Dark Mountain Tribe, Mo Sang.
Between the two of them was a chessboard. The chessboard was made from beast bones, and looked very crude. The chessboard was carved from a large stone.
Apart from the chessboard, there was also a fist-sized stone cup beside the two of them. Steam wafted out of the cups, carrying a fragrance that lingered in the air.
"Mo Sang, when you came back from the outside world, you gave me this chessboard and chess pieces. You even taught me how to play chess. You must have done it so that you wouldn't be lonely. You wanted someone to accompany you to relieve your boredom." The man in purple robes picked up a beast bone chess piece and placed it on the ground. He lifted his head and smiled.
"I got this chessboard from Tai Ah Tribe. It's said that the ancestors of Tai Ah Tribe made it from a faraway place … It's a pity that I haven't touched it for many years. I can't win against you." The elder picked up a chess piece and placed it by the side as he spoke softly.
"Mo Sang, I've always been envious of you." The man in purple sighed softly. He looked at the old Mo Sang before him, and the memories of the two of them when they were young surfaced in his mind. In his memories, Mo Sang had been so high-spirited and arrogant in the past … There was no one in their generation who did not know about him … Yet now, who would have thought that the prodigy of the past would become an old man in his twilight years?
"You shouldn't have been born in Dark Mountain Tribe … If you had agreed to the elder's request and become his Berserker Son, then the current Elder of Wind Stream Tribe wouldn't have been me, but you …
"Besides, you wouldn't have had a hard time increasing your level of cultivation. You would have reached the Transcendence Realm much earlier than me … In fact, the elder even said that you're the person who has the highest chance of reaching the Bone Sacrifice Realm among all the people he's met in his life!" When he mentioned the Bone Sacrifice Realm, a bright light appeared in the man in purple robes. There was desire in his eyes.
"Bone Sacrifice … Bone Sacrifice … Sacrifice your thirteenth spine and break the seal of fate so that the thirteenth spine will become a true Berserker Bone during the era of the Berserkers!" As the man in purple robes spoke, the light in his eyes dimmed.
"I can't do it …"
Mo Sang fell silent. When he heard the words' Bone Sacrifice Realm ', anguish and nostalgia appeared on his face.
"If you had agreed to the elder's request to marry Wen Yan and join Wind Stream, the elder would have used the entire tribe's power to help you reach the Bone Sacrifice Realm! "Once you reached the Bone Sacrifice Realm, Wind Stream Tribe wouldn't have been able to hide here …" The man in purple robes smiled bitterly.
"Jing Nan, it's all in the past," Mo Sang said slowly.
"Yes, it's all in the past …" When the man in purple robes heard Mo Sang finally call his name, he shook his head and sighed.
"You're willing to meet your old friend this time because of the child who stood beside you just now … He should be the baby you brought back that year." Jing Nan, the elder of Wind Stream Tribe, looked at Mo Sang and spoke slowly.
"That's one of the reasons!" Mo Sang picked up the stone cup and blew at it. Once he blew away some of the hot air, he took a slow sip.
"I can feel that the blood moon a few days ago is related to Black Mountain Tribe … Then Bi Tu from Black Mountain Tribe might have found another serendipity …" The elder put down the stone cup.
"I won't hide it from you. He can reach the Transcendence Realm at any moment! Mo Sang, if you ask me to kill him, then … "Jing Nan hesitated for a moment before he shook his head.
"I can't do this. If he reaches the Transcendence Realm, he'll be of great help to Wind Stream Tribe. Even if you agreed to my request all those years ago, I can't do it."
"It's fine." The elder smiled faintly. He knew that this would happen. Jing Nan was not as friendly as he appeared to be. Both of them understood the conflict between them.
"You have your own difficulties. I can understand that. Besides, we'll have to come to an end sooner or later! I came here this time to make a deal with you! "
"Oh? Speak. "A barely noticeable glint appeared in Jing Nan's eyes as he spoke slowly.
His voice was very soft. Only Jing Nan could hear it. Once he heard it, his expression did not change but he closed his eyes as if he was deep in thought.
The elder did not rush him. Instead, he picked up the stone cup and took a slow sip.
Time trickled by. The chamber was silent. No one knew how much time had passed. Suddenly, a respectful voice came from outside the chamber.
"Elder, Su Ming is here."
"Let him in." Jing Nan still had his eyes closed. He did not open them.
The sound of footsteps came from afar in the silent chamber. Su Ming was nervous. He walked forward. The light in the chamber was not bright. It was rather dark. As he moved forward, he saw the elder and the man in purple robes in the chamber at the end of the path.
When he saw the elder, Su Ming let out a sigh of relief.
"Su Ming, come to my side." A smile appeared on the elder's face. He waved at Su Ming. Su Ming took a few brisk steps forward and stood behind the elder. He lowered his head and did not speak.
"Tell me your second request." After a moment, Jing Nan opened his eyes. There was a glint in his eyes as he stared at Mo Sang and spoke slowly.
"I want a drop of your Berserker Blood!" The elder also stared at Jing Nan and spoke slowly.
Jing Nan immediately frowned. As a Berserker, all Berserkers had Berserker Blood. However, he was a powerful Berserker in the Transcendence Realm. His Berserker Blood was incredibly precious. Every time he created a drop of it, he would need to rest for a period of time before he could recover. Even for the tribe members, besides those who were extremely talented, he would rarely give them a drop of Berserker Blood.
In his silence, Jing Nan looked past Mo Sang and at Su Ming.
Su Ming may have had his head lowered, but he could still feel the man in purple's gaze on him. It was as if he was being pricked by needles.
"Give it to him? This child's talent is normal. It's hard for him to fuse with one drop of my Berserker Blood. It's a waste. Change your request. "Jing Nan averted his gaze and spoke calmly.
"I haven't changed my two requests. The Ancient Berserker Art and the true Awakening. If you agree to it, I'll give it to you after this!" Mo Sang picked up the stone cup and passed it to Su Ming behind him, gesturing for him to drink.
Once Su Ming took the cup, he drank it in one gulp without hesitation. Immediately, a warm feeling spread through his body. It was a comfortable feeling.
Jing Nan frowned and fell into deep thought for a while. He looked at Mo Sang and suddenly spoke.
"Alright, I'll agree to your two requests. But as for the Berserker Blood, you know that there are three stages in this test. I'll give a Berserker Blood to the top three in each stage. To avoid wasting it, I'll add another condition. If this child can get into the top 40 in any of the stages, then I'll give him a Berserker Blood!
"If he can't do it, then you'll have to change your request!"
The elder fell into deep thought. He still felt that Jing Nan was purposely making things difficult for him. After thinking for a long time, he nodded his head. He was thinking about how he could give Su Ming similar benefits if he changed his request.
As Su Ming listened to the words, he looked at the elder's white hair and the wrinkles on his face. He thought about the mocking words of the old woman from Dark Dragon Tribe and Bei Ling's indifference. He even thought about the loneliness in his heart since he was young and the fantasies he had about the beast skin scroll when he looked at the night sky. All of these things surrounded Su Ming's mind and turned into a determination and resolution that he had never felt before!
This determination was even stronger than when he worshiped the statue of the God of Berserkers!
The elder stood up and gestured for Su Ming to follow him. Just as they were about to leave, Jing Nan stared at Mo Sang. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes before he suddenly spoke.
"Mo Sang, I have a question. It's been buried in my heart for more than ten years and I've always wanted to ask you … Now that you've come to Wind Stream Tribe, I hope you can tell me the answer!"
The elder did not stop. He walked in front and Su Ming followed behind him. He heard the voice of the man in purple robes behind him.
"You're only at the ninth level of the Blood Solidification Realm. Why is it that no matter if it's in the past or now, I can still feel a faint presence from you that definitely belongs to those in the Transcendence Realm?!" The man in purple robes spoke quickly. He did not reveal all of his thoughts. There was even a hint of presence within the person's presence that made him feel terrified.
It was like that in the past, and it was still like that now!
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