"He is only injured and unconscious. However, his injuries are quite serious. Whether he can survive is a problem," the burly man said.
The burly man said. When he checked the young man's injuries just now, he was really shocked. How could he survive with such injuries? There was a rather terrifying destructive power in his body that was constantly destroying his vitality. He had only touched the destructive power slightly, but he was so scared that he did not dare to touch it again.
The woman walked over and looked at the youth. She said, "Father, bring him back to the tribe. If we leave him lying here, he will definitely be eaten by the wild beasts."
The burly man frowned and said, "Gu Li, this person's background is unknown. We cannot bring him back to the tribe easily."
A person they met in the wilderness without knowing his background and whether he was good or evil could be brought back to the tribe easily. What if he was an evil person and invited a wolf into the house?
Moreover, the most important thing was that this youth was not simple. His internal injuries were so serious, but he did not die. It could be seen that his cultivation was not ordinary. This kind of person definitely could not be brought back to the tribe easily.
"Father, he does not look like an evil person. If we save him, he will definitely be grateful to us," Zaguli insisted.
"Child, living in the wastelands, kindness is sometimes cruelty to yourself." Zaman Han looked deeply at his daughter. It was difficult for a person who did not know the way of survival to survive in the wastelands. As a father, he could not protect his daughter for a lifetime.
"Father, I don't think he is a bad person. Evil people have a fierce look on their faces, but his face is very peaceful." Zaguli still insisted.
"Gu Li, you are not like this usually. Do you have a motive?" Zaman Han looked suspiciously at his daughter. People who lived in the wastelands lived in danger. The people here did not have excessive kindness. It was good enough that they did not stab someone in the back. Saving a complete stranger? It was almost impossible.
Zaguli did not say much. She walked over and carried Mo Wen on her back. She said, "Father, quickly deal with the corpse of the Green Black Snake. Then, let's go back to the tribe."
Seeing that the woman was so insistent, Zaman Han could only acquiesce. He walked in front of the huge green snake and deftly dealt with the snake corpse that was dozens of meters long. Finally, he separated it into different categories and put it all into his storage bag.
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Five days later, in a simple wooden hut, Mo Wen sat cross-legged on a wooden bed. His body emitted rays of formless light.
Two days later, he woke up from his coma and found that the power of the Spiritless Clean Fire was wreaking havoc in his body. It was a complete mess. It was fortunate that he had cultivated the Heaven's Path Body Tempering Art, and there was always a surge of Heaven's Path Sacred Light protecting his body, thus preventing him from dying under the scorching heat of the heavenly flames.
Before he healed himself, he needed to cleanse the Heavenly Fire in his body. Otherwise, his injuries would only worsen. Fortunately, this Heavenly Fire was the power within his body, so it was relatively easy for him to deal with it. If it was any other Heavenly Fire, with the terrifying power of the Heavenly Fire, he might not be able to expel this power from his body even after a hundred years.
Creak!
The door was pushed open, and a woman walked in. She was tall and strong, and her facial features were very three-dimensional. Her entire body was filled with a wild sense of beauty.
Zaguli held a wooden plate filled with food in her hands and placed it on Mo Wen's table.
Mo Wen slowly opened his eyes from his recuperation and nodded slightly at Zaguli.
He already knew his current situation. This place was called the Ula Tribe. It was a tribe formed by humans who lived in the wastelands and lived together.
Although the wastelands were different from the Sorcerer Domain in that it was a world of savage ancient beasts, there were also some human cultivators living here, or rather, the Sorcerer Clan from the Ancient Age.
Normally, the Sorcerer Clan living in the wastelands were cultivators whose ancestors had committed grave mistakes and were exiled to the wastelands. Those cultivators gathered together, formed tribes, and multiplied. Then, there was the Sorcerer Clan of the wastelands.
The Ula Tribe was not big, only having a population of more than a hundred thousand. Even in a radius of a million miles, it was considered a very small tribe, let alone in the entire wastelands.
Zaguli's father was the leader of the Ula Tribe, a later stage Primordial Soul Realm cultivator.
"How are your injuries?"
Zaguli asked as she looked at Mo Wen. She had been responsible for delivering food to Mo Wen for the past few days. Although cultivators could eat, the food she delivered was not ordinary food. Instead, it was food made from the flesh of wild beasts. Such food was very useful for the recovery of cultivators' injuries.
"I'm alright."
Mo Wen was not looking at his injuries, but at the Heavenly Fire in his body. The Heavenly Fire was the source of his recovery. After he sorted out the Heavenly Fire, recovering from his injuries would be a piece of cake for him.
Upon hearing this, Zaguli nodded her head and said, "Recently, the 72 Tribal Alliance has not been peaceful. You better recover as soon as possible."
The 72 Tribal Alliance was an alliance formed by 72 nearby human tribes. It was very difficult for a single tribe to survive in the wastelands. Only by sticking together could they survive in the wastelands. The Ula Tribe was one of the 72 Tribal Alliance. However, because the tribe was too small, they were at the bottom of the Tribal Alliance.
"Miss Zaguli, thank you for saving me. Once I recover my cultivation, I can help you with one thing if it is within my capabilities," Mo Wen said with a faint smile.
This Zaguli would ask about his recovery progress every day. Clearly, this Miss Zaguli definitely had a motive for rescuing him and bringing him back.
"Let's talk about it after you have completely recovered. Do you know why I saved you? It is because I feel that you are not a bad person, and I indeed need the help of others. Otherwise, no matter how high your cultivation is, I would not have saved you. I was born with a very sharp intuition. Even my father is not very clear about this. "
Zaguli glanced at Mo Wen. She did not hide anything at all and spoke rather straightforwardly.
"Your cultivation is only at the later stage of the Primordial Soul Realm, similar to my father's. It is very likely that you will not be able to help me much." Zaguli sighed and turned to walk out.
She had indeed saved Mo Wen for her own reasons. However, this youth's cultivation was still a little too low.
Initially, she had thought that she had encountered a senior expert. Who knew that after saving her tribe, she would find out that he was only at the later stage of the Primordial Soul Realm?
"Is the later stage of the Primordial Soul Realm cultivation very low?"
Mo Wen touched his mouth. When he was at the later stage of the Primordial Soul Realm, he could even kill intermediate stage Tide Changing Realm cultivators at will. One should not judge a person by their appearance, and even more so by their cultivation. Of course, he had deliberately concealed his cultivation at the later stage of the Primordial Soul Realm. No one knew that a cultivator could still conceal his cultivation after he was unconscious.
Of course, Mo Wen was unconscious. However, he was not completely unconscious. It was because his Primordial Soul cultivation was strong enough that he still had a trace of rationality. Hence, when Zaguli brought him back to the tribe to investigate, he had hidden his own cultivation. The higher one's cultivation, the greater the danger. This was a principle that had never changed since ancient times. If he had been a Supreme Profundity Realm or even a Divine Illusionary Realm cultivator, once he was discovered by the people of the Ula Tribe, they would most likely become greedy and kill him with a slash of the blade to steal his treasures.
(To be continued.)
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