"Sage, I want to learn how to craft equipment!"
The young man said to Chu Kuangren.
Chu Kuangren looked at the young man and narrowed his eyes. He felt that this man looked familiar.
Where had he seen him before?
The more he looked at him, the more familiar he felt. "What's your name?"
"My name is Scarlet Sun."
"Scarlet Sun …"
Chu Kuangren remembered now. Wasn't this the Scarlet Sun Daoist Master, one of the twenty-four Daoist Masters? Was he the one who taught him how to craft equipment?
The affairs of the world were too wonderful.
He suddenly remembered that his Descendant Self Sword was still with him. He wondered how it was doing now. It should have been reforged by now.
"If you want to learn how to craft equipment, then stay."
Chu Kuangren smiled gently.
Then, some people stayed, while others left.
…
A Sage had appeared in the Yanwu Tribe.
The news spread like wildfire, and countless tribes sent people to investigate. Although only a few of them managed to see Chu Kuangren, the Yanwu Tribe's growth was undeniable.
The Sage's words were confirmed.
Time flew by, and a few months had passed.
These few months were not long, but the changes that they brought to the Yanwu Tribe were unprecedented, comparable to the passage of time.
Besides the increase in the number of cultivators, cultivation methods such as alchemy and equipment crafting had greatly improved the cultivation conditions of the cultivators in the tribe. As a result, many human cultivators were attracted to join the tribe.
There were ten major tribes in the Firmament Star. Among them, the strongest was called the Star Slayer Tribe. Although the Yanwu Tribe was also one of the ten major tribes, it was the weakest.
However, Chu Kuangren's arrival had increased the strength of the Yanwu Tribe by leaps and bounds. Vaguely, they were already catching up to the Star Slayer Tribe.
In the Star Slayer Tribe.
A middle-aged man sat on a leather chair.
The man was tall and sturdy, and his eyes were bright like the stars. This man was the leader of the Star Slayer Tribe, Slayer Star!
Slayer Star was extraordinary. He was known as the wisest leader in the history of the human race. Under his leadership, the Star Slayer Tribe slowly grew from a small tribe of a thousand people to the leader of the human race today.
Hence, Slayer Star was the most legendary human of this era. But strictly speaking, he was only half a human.
Because he was the son of a human god!
They were the offspring born from the union of man and God.
In this land where humans and gods lived together, the union between humans and gods was not that rare. If some gods fancied some human women, they could also take them as their own.
In the eyes of many humans, this was an honor.
However, due to the difference in physique between humans and gods, it was basically impossible for their union to produce offspring.
However, Zhan Xing was an accident. In the long history of the Human Race, there was only one case of this happening in the history of the Gods.
It was precisely because of this uniqueness that Zhan Xing had been the center of attention the moment he was born, growing up amidst the expectations of countless people.
The gods wanted to use him to control the human race, and the human race saw him as a gift from the gods. They took good care of him and waited for him to grow up to be their master.
Zhan Xing did not disappoint them.
The bloodline of a god had given him great power, allowing him to easily conquer all the tribes. The bloodline of a human had allowed him to train his Qi and cultivate, constantly improving his strength.
Not even the gods could do such a thing.
"Interesting stuff." Zhan Xing was currently holding an elixir and a weapon in his hands. His eyes shone brightly. "It's said that a sage has appeared in the Yanwu Tribe. It looks like that's really the case."
Beside him, a muscular man wearing tiger skin said, "Chief, if the Yanwu Tribe continues to develop like this, it will definitely become a threat to us in the future. Should we find someone to get rid of that sage?"
The muscular man didn't care about the sage.
In his eyes, anyone who threatened the chief or threatened his tribe deserved to die.
Hearing the muscular man's words, Zhan Xing said indifferently, "There's no need for that for now. However, we can fight for this sage. Send someone with generous gifts to the Yanwu Tribe and ask if he's willing to come to our Zhan Star Tribe to develop."
Not long after, the Zhan Star Tribe sent out an emissary.
This emissary was very arrogant and didn't care about the development of the Yanwu Tribe. In his eyes, although the Yanwu Tribe was also one of the ten major tribes, it was far inferior to the Zhan Star Tribe.
He walked on the streets of the Yanwu Tribe with two followers behind him. Looking at the tribesmen dressed in coarse linen clothes around him, his eyes revealed disdain. "How can a sage be born in a place like this?"
He shook his head. "People nowadays tend to exaggerate. Just a little bit of merit and they'll be called a sage. How many sages have there been in the human race for so many years?
If there really is a sage in this era, it'll be our chief. He's the son of the gods, only then can he bear the title of sage. "
When the Yanwu Tribe guard who was leading the way heard him, he couldn't help but frown with a dissatisfied look on his face.
During this period of time, Chu Kuangren's prestige in the tribe had been growing day by day. Of course, they couldn't stand others slandering him.
However, the person in front of him was an emissary from the Zhan Star Tribe, which was the largest tribe in the human race.
Clang clang clang …
At that moment, the sound of metal clanking came from somewhere on the street. The Zhan Star Emissary frowned and said, "What's that noise? It's so noisy, it's annoying."
He walked towards the direction of the sound.
All he saw was a brawny man holding a hammer in his hand. He was hammering on a red-hot piece of metal repeatedly.
Soon. That piece of metal gradually changed shape and became a long strip.
"What are they doing?"
"They're refining weapons."
The Yanwu Tribe guard said.
The Zhan Star Emissary looked around and noticed that there were several racks with weapons on them.
Any one of those weapons was more outstanding than the best weapons in the Zhan Star Tribe. There was a sharp glint on them that sent chills down one's spine. There were also strange patterns on them.
He gulped, picked up a sword, and injected his spiritual energy into it. A sword ray suddenly shot out from the sword, and with a casual slash, it tore a deep sword mark on the ground.
The Zhan Star Emissary's pupils shrank. In the past, he would have to use at least thirty percent of his strength to leave a sword mark like that. However, he did it without using even one percent of his strength just now. 'This weapon is too amazing.'
He looked at the weapons on display in front of him as if he was looking at a treasure. Then, he picked up a longsword and tried it. It also had the same effect of increasing his spiritual energy.
"What are you doing?"
Chi Yang, who was refining weapons, glanced at the Zhan Star Emissary.
The Zhan Star Emissary immediately said respectfully, "Sir, may I ask if this is the so-called refining method?"
"That's right."
"Are there many refiners like you, sir?"
"It's alright. I've only learned it not long ago."
Chi Yang said casually.
Hearing this, the Zhan Star Emissary was dumbfounded. 'I've only learned it not long ago, yet I can already create a bunch of divine weapons. What kind of level has the legendary Sage who created this refining method reached?'
At this moment, the contempt in his heart was swept away, and he felt unprecedented fear towards this Sage who he had never met before.
'If such a person can't be used by the Zhan Star Tribe, he will definitely become the tribe's biggest enemy.'
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