Early in the morning, the sun shone and the forest was filled with mist …
The ancient Great Wilderness welcomed a brand new day.
The herb-picking work had stopped. Jiang Xiaorou was preparing breakfast, while Yi Yun was chopping firewood in the yard.
He did not use a chopper, but aimed his palm at the firewood and chopped it down!
"Pa!"
With a crisp sound, the firewood split into two in the middle. The cut was extremely neat.
Yi Yun looked at the two pieces of firewood and muttered to himself, "A warrior who has mastered 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist' to the large success stage can use both hands to cut a tree stump into chopsticks of uniform size and thickness in a minute. If I were to practice for three months, I wonder if I can reach that stage."
As Yi Yun was thinking, he heard a commotion not far away.
Concentrating, Yi Yun recognized Zhao Tiezhu's voice.
"People of the Lian tribal clan! Listen up, all of you! The tribal elders have passed down the order to recruit ten able-bodied men to refine the desolate bones. Those who are interested can sign up and be selected based on merit! "
Oh?
Recruit ten able-bodied men to refine the desolate bones?
Yi Yun had a thought. He naturally thought of how all the villagers who refined the desolate bones had been infected with typhoid a few days ago.
So many people had fallen sick before, but they were all cured by a so-called "miracle pill".
Now they were recruiting new able-bodied men to refine the desolate bones. There must be some mystery behind this.
With this thought in mind, Yi Yun threw away the firewood and walked towards the village's grain-sunning ground.
From afar, Yi Yun saw Zhao Tiezhu standing on a high platform shouting loudly.
Many of the tribe members were alarmed. The villagers who were in charge of refining the desolate bones had received many benefits. Besides the cured meat and the magical pill, they were often given food subsidies.
Because of the exchange of desolate bones, the Lian tribal clan had very little food. To be able to receive more food was a dream of the villagers.
"I'll sign up!"
"I'll sign up too!"
People rushed to the temporary registration booth set up by Zhao Tiezhu, afraid that they would miss the queue if they were late.
"I, Wang Dahu, am willing to refine the desolate bones! I'm a second class male! "
A tall man stood in front of Zhao Tiezhu with a sallow complexion due to lack of food for a long time. He looked at Zhao Tiezhu with eyes full of hope.
"Second-class male … barely …" Zhao Tiezhu looked Wang Dahu up and down, his eyes extremely picky.
Zhao Tiezhu did not know that refining the desolate bones would cause death. It was a top secret in the Lian tribal clan. To prevent the news from leaking, only a few members of the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan knew of it.
The other members of the warrior preparation camp did not know that this piece of desolate bone contained a deadly frost Qi. It would seep into the flesh of the people around it, corroding their lives and eventually sealing their vitality, causing their organs to fail and die.
Hence, Zhao Tiezhu thought that refining the desolate bones was a good job.
Zhao Tiezhu was very pleased with the fact that he had the power to decide who this cushy job belonged to. The direct benefit of having this power was that the people around him looked at him with more flattering gazes, and their words were also full of compliments.
Zhao Tiezhu was very picky when it came to judging people. "Wang Dahu, you go stand to the side first. You can be considered a backup. If there's no one more suitable, you'll be the one."
Hearing Zhao Tiezhu's words, Wang Dahu was overjoyed. He thanked him profusely and obediently stood to the side.
"Oh? Liu Er, you're here to sign up? With your weak legs, you'll run away with a gust of wind! Do you know that refining the desolate bones requires chopping wood, lighting the fire, and fanning. Once it's done, it'll be done from morning to night. And the temperature around the cauldron is extremely high. Without enough stamina, you'll faint immediately! "
Zhao Tiezhu looked at the monkey-like Liu Er and impatiently waved his hand, telling him to scram.
Lian Chengyu's mission was to choose as many strong men as possible. Those who were weak and sickly were absolutely not to be chosen.
One by one, the villagers rushed to sign up. Many were chased away, while few stayed.
Yi Yun stood not far away and watched coldly. His intuition told him that there was a problem with the desolate bones!
But even if there was a problem, he had to investigate it.
This desolate bone was very important to Yi Yun.
The Lian Clan Herb Mountain's herbs were almost depleted. To continue his cultivation, he needed energy and nutrition. How could he just rely on grain porridge?
"Oh? It's you! "
Just as Yi Yun was thinking about what to do next, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.
This voice was deep and gentle, but Yi Yun's expression changed when he heard it!
It was Lian Chengyu!
Wasn't Lian Chengyu in reclusion? According to Zhao Tiezhu, he was in reclusion for three months. Why did he come out so early?
According to Yi Yun's original plan, by the time Lian Chengyu came out of reclusion, his strength would have exceeded Lian Chengyu's. By then, he would no longer be afraid of Lian Chengyu. But now, Yi Yun had only practiced martial arts for six to seven days. Even if the Purple Crystal was heaven-defying, Yi Yun could not beat Lian Chengyu, who had been practicing martial arts for ten years and had reached the fifth level of Mortal Blood.
But on careful thought, he did not have any deep grudge with Lian Chengyu. Lian Chengyu killing him would be a piece of cake. It was like a person seeing a mouse in their house. They would kill it, but if they could not kill it, they would not tear down the walls and fight to the death.
Yi Yun turned around. Before meeting Lian Chengyu's eyes, he had already calmed down.
But when he saw Lian Chengyu, he immediately showed a look of panic.
"Lian … Young master Lian?"
Yi Yun took a step back, as if he was shocked by the sudden appearance of Lian Chengyu.
Lian Chengyu frowned. This kid did not die?
Lian Chengyu killing Yi Yun was indeed a piece of cake. The main reason was that Lian Chengyu felt Yi Yun had a grudge against him. Lian Chengyu was worried that at the critical stage of the refinement of the desolate bones, the lack of food and deaths would incite public anger. Lian Chengyu was worried that Yi Yun, who was good at inciting the people and had a grudge against him, would incite a riot.
Lian Chengyu's goal was to pursue the highest level of martial arts. He wanted to be above millions of people in glory. With this goal, his mentality was like a king. A person like Yi Yun was nothing in Lian Chengyu's eyes. To eliminate any potential danger, killing him was nothing. Lian Chengyu had killed quite a number of people. Just the refinement of the desolate bones alone had killed many people.
Killing Yi Yun was a trivial matter, so Lian Chengyu did not put much thought into it. He did not deliberately confirm Yi Yun's death until he came out of seclusion. He was puzzled when he realized Yi Yun was not dead.
He had killed a poor commoner, but he did not kill him. How could this be? Was it because he was not skilled enough?
"What are you doing here?" Lian Chengyu asked.
"Replying to Young master, I heard from Lord Zhao that he was recruiting able-bodied men to refine the desolate bones. I heard that I could receive bacon, so I wanted to try."
"Oh?" Hearing Yi Yun's words, Lian Chengyu's eyes flashed with contempt. Yi Yun was only twelve years old, but on the day of the rations distribution, his words and actions were not like a twelve-year-old child's. Furthermore, he had the ability to incite the people to cause trouble, making Lian Chengyu feel that he was an unstable factor that could cause trouble.
But from the looks of it, Yi Yun was after all a child. A person who only saw bacon, how much could he accomplish?
Lian Chengyu could not be bothered with Yi Yun. Other than finding it baffling that he had failed to kill Yi Yun previously, Lian Chengyu could not be bothered.
"Since you want to refine the desolate bones, why don't you go in and register? What are you doing outside?"
"This … This, to be honest with Young master Lian, Lord Zhao requires people to be at least second class males. As for me … I …"
Yi Yun's voice softened as he said this. It was as if he was ashamed of his lack of strength, making it difficult for him to speak.
The contempt in Lian Chengyu's eyes became more obvious. This retard had overestimated him. Indeed, as a twelve-year-old child, what schemes could he have?
Actually, Lian Chengyu had forgotten that he was not that old. He was only seventeen years old. He was considered knowledgeable among seventeen year olds, but he was still immature. He would never have dreamed that the twelve-year-old Yi Yun in front of him had the soul of an adult.
"Since you have such intentions, and are willing to contribute to the Lian tribal clan, I won't reject you. I can see that you have ambition and are a promising talent, so I'll make an exception and give you this opportunity."
Lian Chengyu "encouraged" Yi Yun.
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