Over the next few days, Mo Wen and Hu Luxiao returned together. On the way, Mo Wen learned a lot about the Ancient Wastelands from Hu Luxiao.
The information he learned from Zaguli was limited. She only had Primordial Soul Realm cultivation, so her knowledge was naturally far from Hu Luxiao's. She might not even know everything about the 72 Tribes Alliance, let alone the entire Ancient Wastelands.
As it turned out, the wastelands he was in were one of the beginner level wastelands in the Ancestral Sorcerer Battlefield. The danger level was very low, and even human cultivators like them who had been exiled to the wastelands could survive.
This beginner level wastelands were divided into 13 wastelands, and the Ancient Wastelands was one of them.
In the Ancient Wastelands, there were many tribes formed by human immortal cultivators, and the Bloody Ying Tribe was one of them.
There were many human tribes like the Bloody Ying Tribe in the Ancient Wastelands.
The 72 Tribes Alliance was a rather small tribe in the Ancient Wastelands. It was impossible for a single tribe to survive in the Ancient Wastelands, so they had to band together and form the 72 Tribes Alliance to barely survive in the Ancient Wastelands.
The Bloody Ying Tribe had a cultivator with great attainment of the Supreme Profundity Realm, and the strongest cultivator in the 72 Tribes Alliance was only at the later stage of the Supreme Profundity Realm. The gap between the two was huge.
In the past few days, Hu Luxiao's injuries had improved significantly. His external injuries had basically healed, and all his limbs had grown back. However, his internal injuries were not so easy to recover from. If he did not have any healing panaceas, it was possible that he would not recover within a hundred years.
Five days later, the two of them successfully returned to the territory of the 72 Tribes Alliance. On the way, they did not encounter anyone from the Bloody Ying Tribe who wanted to kill them.
It was because Mo Wen flew with Hu Luxiao. With his speed, the people from the Bloody Ying Tribe would not be able to catch up.
"Big Brother Mo Wen, in two months, the Immortal Lord's cave abode will open as usual. Our Hu Yang Tribe will definitely fight for a place for you. Even if no one from the Hu Yang Tribe goes, we must let you go," Hu Luxiao said solemnly.
On a mountain peak, Hu Luhua said with a serious expression. After a few days of interaction, he had become familiar with Mo Wen. He didn't know how old Mo Wen was, so he directly addressed him as big brother. Age had no meaning in the Immortal Cultivation world. An Immortal Cultivator with slightly higher Cultivation would have a lifespan of thousands or even tens of thousands of years. In this world, strength was king. Strength was the reason why others respected you.
"Just try your best," Mo Wen said plainly.
The Immortal Venerable's abode was left behind by a person called Vast Yang Immortal Venerable in the Immemorial Era. It was located in the Doomsday Wasteland.
Every thousand years, the Immortal Sovereign's cave would open once. At that time, a large number of cultivators would enter the Immortal Sovereign's cave in search of opportunities. However, the Immortal Lord's Cave Abode was restricted by the rules of the world. Only cultivators below the Divine Illusionary Realm could enter. Therefore, every time it opened, only small tribes like them in the Desolate Region had the chance to enter.
After a few days, Mo Wen did not hide his identity. After all, there were most likely many preliminary cultivators like him in the wastelands. These aboriginal tribes most likely knew of their existence.
Knowing his identity made it easier to inquire about many things, such as the Desolate Harvesting Order.
However, Hu Luluo did not know the specifics of the Desolate Harvesting Order, so he could not answer Mo Wen.
However, he did give Mo Wen a more useful piece of information. In the past, the preliminary cultivators who came to the Doomsday Wasteland would fight for the opportunity to enter the Immortal Sovereign's abode. Without exception, it seemed to be related to their mission.
The Immortal Sovereign's abode opened once every thousand years. It seemed to be directly related to the Ancestral Sorcerer Battlefield's trial that was held once every thousand years.
Hu Luluo had cultivated for more than four thousand years. Mo Wen was not the first preliminary cultivator that he had come into contact with. He knew a little about the preliminary cultivators.
"Big Brother Mo Wen, don't worry. A spot is not a problem for our Hu Yang Tribe," Hu Luluo said confidently.
Hu Luyang said confidently. Their Hu Yang tribe was one of the top ten tribes in the entire 72 tribes alliance. Every time, they would get a fixed quota. However, they were afraid of accidents, so they didn't say it out loud.
"Not long ago, it was said that an ambassador came to our 72 Tribes Alliance. She is the guest of honor of the Yan Que Tribe. She is also a preliminary cultivator," Hu Luluo said confidently.
Hu Luluo said. He knew a little about the envoy from the 72 Tribes Alliance that had recently arrived. It was said that she was very scary. Even the number one cultivator of the 72 Tribes Alliance, Ji Yue, was in awe of her.
However, he had never seen her before. That ambassador definitely had a deal with the Yan Que Tribe. It was most likely related to the Hao Yang Immortal's abode.
"Perhaps that High Emissary knows something."
Mo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly. He thought of the Heavenly Flame Phoenix that he had met in the Shangyang Hill. She was most likely a preliminary cultivator.
"Big Brother Mo Wen, if you are willing to come to our Hu Yang Tribe, you will definitely be a guest of honor. We will treat you with the best."
Hu Luluo looked at Mo Wen expectantly. If he could invite a great expert like Mo Wen back, it would definitely be beneficial for their Hu Yang Tribe.
Throughout history, these preliminary cultivators were very popular among the tribes in the wasteland region. This was because they could bring some things from the outside world. Some things could not even be found in the wasteland region or were very rare. However, they were not rare in the outside world. They could often trade for a lot from the preliminary cultivators.
Also, many tribes in the wasteland region did not have a complete inheritance. These people were the descendants of serious criminals who had been exiled here. The inheritance that they had obtained was fragmented and there was no complete system at all. Many tribes did not even have a Divine Illusionary Realm cultivation method. For example, the 72 Tribes Alliance did not have a Divine Illusionary Realm cultivation method.
In the history of the 72 Tribes Alliance, there had never been a Divine Illusionary Realm cultivator. Even cultivators with great attainment of the Supreme Profundity Realm were relatively rare.
If they could exchange for a Divine Illusionary Realm cultivation method or some powerful remarkable power from these preliminary cultivators, it would be a major event that could affect the rise and fall of their tribe.
"I still have karma with the Ural Tribe that has not been settled," Mo Wen said as he shook his head.
Hu Luluo's eyes were filled with regret. He did not give up and said, "If you are free, Big Brother Mo Wen can also come to our Hu Yang Tribe."
"It depends," Mo Wen said with a smile.
"Since that is the case, then I will take my leave."
The time to part ways had come. Hu Luluo regretfully transformed into a beam of light and flew in the direction of the Hu Yang Tribe. He did not know what kind of luck the Ural Tribe had to have actually formed a good relationship with a person like Mo Wen. He had made up his mind that he would definitely visit the Ural Tribe more often. Since Big Brother Mo Wen did not want to go to the Hu Yang Tribe, they would go to the Ural Tribe.
A day later, Mo Wen appeared in the valley where the Ural Tribe was. The valley was surrounded by cliffs. Other than the entrance of the valley, one could only enter the valley from the sky by passing through the strong wind.
Mo Wen naturally flew in directly from the sky and did not alert the guards in the valley at all. He silently returned to the small wooden hut that he was in.
What surprised him was that there was actually a life aura in his wooden hut. It seemed like someone was inside.
With a creak, the wooden door opened from the outside.
"Miss Gu Li, why are you here?" Mo Wen asked plainly.
"Mo Wen."
Zaguli was originally sitting on the wooden bed in the hut. She looked troubled. When she saw Mo Wen, she immediately stood up. A complicated look flashed in her eyes.
"Miss Gu Li, you seem to have something on your mind?" Mo Wen said with a faint smile.
"Do you admit to what you said earlier?"
Zaguli bit her lip. She pondered for a long time before speaking.
"There's nothing I don't admit to." Mo Wen walked into the hut and sat down on a wooden stool. He said plainly, "Miss Gu Li, if you have something on your mind, just say it. I will do my best to help you."
"Mo Wen, if you help me, you will offend someone. However, you are not a member of the 72 Tribes Alliance. You can escape …"
Zaguli's eyes flickered. Her fingers were twisted together. She was very uneasy.
"Just say what it is," Mo Wen said.
"I hope that you can pretend to be my husband. You only need to pretend for one day. Is that alright?"
Zaguli's face turned red and she said somewhat bashfully. It was, of course, inappropriate for a lady to say such things. However, she had no other choice.
"Oh, why?" Mo Wen asked curiously. Pretend to be a husband. What did she need to pretend to be a husband for?
"Tomorrow afternoon, the people from the Kui Turtle Tribe will come to the Ula Tribe to propose marriage. I don't want to marry the hedonistic Kui Li, so I hope that you can pretend to be my husband and make them give up."
Zaguli gritted her teeth. When she talked about Kui Li, her face was full of disgust.
The women in the tribe often had no choice, especially when it came to marriage. Very few of them had the final say. As the daughter of the tribe leader, she could not escape this fate.
"Oh, you don't like him? Then why go through so much trouble? I'll just kill him, "Mo Wen said plainly.
For him, this was really not a problem. Even if it was the people from the Yan Que Tribe, he would kill them as long as he could, let alone the people from the Kui Ghost Tribe.
"You must not. The Kui Ghost Tribe is one of the top 20 tribes in the 72 Tribes Alliance. Their tribe leader is a Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator. Although Kui Li is full of evil, his father is the tribe leader of the Kui Ghost Tribe. If you kill him, the Kui Ghost Tribe will definitely not rest until you are dead. "
Zaguli hurriedly waved her hand. Kui Li definitely could not be killed. If he died, not only would Mo Wen not be able to escape, but the Ula Tribe would also be implicated.
"Oh." Mo Wen grunted indifferently but did not say anything else.
"In any case, this matter cannot be done recklessly. You only need to pretend to be my husband and let the people from the Kui Ghost Tribe know that I am already married. Then, they will give up. As the son of the dignified tribe leader, the Kui Ghost Tribe cannot let him marry a married woman. Of course, this way, you may be hated by Kui Li. He will most likely find trouble with you after this. With Kui Li's character as a playboy, you might even get yourself killed. Think about it yourself. I will not force you, "Zaguli said with a serious expression.
Only Mo Wen could help her with this matter. It was because no one in the entire Ula Tribe dared to pretend to be her husband. Mo Wen was just an outsider. After he pretended to be Kui Li, he could immediately escape the 72 Tribes Alliance.
"Oh, maybe."
Mo Wen said plainly. Knowing that you are already married, the Kui Ghost Tribe will give up? Mo Wen laughed coldly in his heart. Zaguli was still too naive. She still did not understand this dog-eat-dog world. Once a person grasped absolute power, they would have unlimited ambitions and desires. The high martial arts world had always been the most chaotic place.
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