The migration team walked and stopped, but their speed was not fast. Because they were taking a route often taken by hunting teams, the dangers were barely manageable, and they did not encounter too many hardships along the way.
But even so, when they reached their destination a month later, they still lost five warriors and seven ordinary tribesmen.
In this world full of dangers, the human race was still too weak. Vicious insects, fierce beasts, poisonous grasses, and so on could all be fatal.
The Bluestone tribe finally stopped at a rocky canyon. The water nearby was clean, and the resources of mountain fruits and wild beasts were abundant. There were also no powerful foreign tribes around, so it was a rare place to rest.
The only thing to worry about was a group of iron-claw monkeys in the depths of the canyon. Fortunately, there were not many iron-claw monkeys, so the Bluestone tribe could deal with them.
After the High Priest reported to the ancestors, the people of the Bluestone tribe began to get busy. The women picked wild fruits, and the strong men hunted wild beasts and were responsible for guarding.
The rest of the people cut wood, took stones, and built houses. Everywhere was a bustling scene.
Xuan's injuries had healed. He wanted to join the hunting team, but he was too weak. The leader of the hunting team refused to accept him, so he could only stay in the tribe and do some chores with the old and weak.
However, when he was working, Xuan did not muddle along like the other tribesmen, chatting and gossiping.
He was diligent and eager to learn, and was very interested in everything around him.
When he was free, he would ask some retired old hunters to teach him how to set traps and hunt wild beasts. He would also help Chun arrange the medicinal herbs and complete the task given by the High Priest Wu Xi.
Or he would go to the sacred object of the Bluestone tribe and observe the traces left by the ancestors.
The sacred object of the Bluestone tribe was a three-meter-high mountain-shaped bluestone. This stone could emit a faint purple light, which was very magical.
It was said that this was something left by the ancestors, and was called the sacred stone by the tribesmen.
On the surface of the sacred stone, there were countless patterns and carvings, which were the cultivation methods left by the ancestors.
Only by comprehending the cultivation methods on the sacred stone could one eat more food, develop more strength, and become a strong warrior.
Warriors were different from ordinary people. Tribal warriors who had undergone cultivation not only had extraordinary strength, but could also form a layer of tough stone on the surface of their bodies, which could effectively resist powerful beasts. Every tribesman longed to become a warrior.
However, most tribesmen were simple-minded and were too lazy to use their brains.
Many people would fall asleep after looking at the pattern on the Holy Stone for a while. Such people would never be able to become warriors in their lifetime.
Xuan used to be like this too.
In Xuan's memory, every time he stared at the Sacred Stone, he would feel sleepy within the time it took to eat a meal. After a few attempts, he was sure that he was not suitable for cultivation, so he gave up completely.
However, the current Xuan was different.
The patterns on the Saint Stone attracted him like magnets, giving him a familiar yet strange feeling. Once he immersed himself in it, he even forgot to eat.
After more than half a month of observation, Xuan gradually gained some understanding of the cultivation method left by his ancestor and tried to cultivate it.
Unexpectedly, this test actually succeeded. As the invisible airflow between heaven and earth surged into his body, a layer of stone light began to appear on his ten fingers, greatly increasing the strength of his hands and making them as hard as rocks.
From this moment on, he had stepped into the threshold of a warrior.
He tested the strength of his hands and found that he could easily break a small tree as thick as an arm. This made him very excited and more interested in cultivation.
One day, when Xuan was cultivating on the hillside, a dirty child ran over and said in a crisp voice, "Xuan, Chun is going to the North Ridge to pick herbs. She needs a few people to accompany her. Are you going?"
"Of course, I'm going!"
When Xuan heard that he was going to go with Chun, his eyes lit up and he quickly agreed.
These days, Chun had an eagle feather on her head, which was a sign of estrus for women in the tribe. It would not take long for her to choose a partner. Xuan did not want to see Chun being coaxed away by other men, so he had to do his best. After all, he could cultivate at any time, but such a beautiful girl like Chun was rare in the tribe. He could not miss this opportunity.
These days, he often took the initiative to help Chun, but Chun had always been indifferent to him. However, Xuan was not discouraged. He believed that Chun would see him in a new light one day.
When they returned to the tribe, Xuan happened to meet Chun who was going on a long trip. The eagle feather on Chun's head swayed in the wind, making her even more beautiful. Xuan's eyes lit up when he saw her.
Behind Chun, there were a few teenagers following her.
It was in the afternoon. Men and women in their prime had their own jobs. Those who had time to help Chun were only some underage children.
Of course, Xuan was an exception.
Xuan was thick-skinned and joined the team without hesitation. Chun just glanced at him and did not say anything.
Xuan smiled and came to Chun's side. He said attentively, "Chun, I heard from Gen that the North Ridge is very close to the nest of the Iron Claw Monkeys. It is very dangerous. But you don't have to be afraid. With me here, I won't let the Iron Claw Monkeys hurt you. "
Chun snorted and said unhappily, "I'm not afraid! I have the Exploding Flame Fruit, so I'm not afraid of the Iron Claw Monkeys. But you, don't drag me down. "
As she spoke, she took out a fist-sized black fruit from her waist and proudly waved it at Xuan.
"Hahahaha!"
The surrounding children burst into laughter.
After being ridiculed by Chun, Xuan touched his nose and smiled indifferently.
At this moment, he actually hoped to encounter the Iron Claw Monkeys. At that time, he would be able to show off his skills and change Chun's opinion of him.
Walking out of the tribe, Chun drove some of the younger children back. She only took Lin Xuan and two twelve year old strong boys with her and walked towards the North Ridge.
The North Ridge was about ten miles away from the tribe. They needed to go over a few small hills, but there was no danger on the road because all the fierce birds and beasts had been killed or driven away by the hunting team.
After an hour, they arrived at their destination. It was a low ridge full of black trees, which was called the North Ridge by the tribesmen.
This was the border area of the Bluestone tribe's daily vigilance. On the ridge, there were tribal warriors standing guard day and night.
Today, the warrior in charge of guarding the North Ridge was Heize.
Heize was the same age as Xuan, but he was already an official primary warrior and had also joined the hunting team. His arms had the strength of a thousand jin and could tear apart tigers and leopards. He was the strongest in the younger generation of the Bluestone tribe.
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