After struggling for a while, his heavy eyelids finally opened slowly. The scenery in front of him gradually became clearer.
What entered Lu Qingshan's eyes was a yellowing tent.
As he looked at the dirty and old tent roof, memories from before he fainted came flooding back to him.
His Taoist foundation had been extracted. Even when he was heavily injured, he still managed to suppress the heavens.
Even with the River of Forgetfulness's life force, his condition only went from terrible to not so terrible.
Hence, after he forcefully severed his Taoist foundation, he lost consciousness uncontrollably.
Lu Qingshan struggled. He used his arms to support his body and sat up.
After he sat up, he calmed his mind and focused. His mind sank into his Dantian.
His Nascent Soul was still sitting cross-legged in his Dantian. However, at this moment, its divine light was dim. Its eyes were tightly shut as if it was in a deep sleep. There was no longer any power coming from it.
He had severed his Taoist foundation. Hence, he had to rebuild his Taoist foundation from the Qi Refinement realm.
Before his Taoist foundation was rebuilt, he was a mortal who had lost all of his cultivation base.
However, although he had lost his cultivation base, his realm was still there.
Hence, the road of rebuilding his Taoist foundation was naturally much easier compared to his first cultivation.
This was because before his cultivation base was restored to the Early-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he would not encounter any bottlenecks in his cultivation.
"I've really returned to my pre-liberation state …" Lu Qingshan sensed the situation in his body and sighed emotionally. "I'll use this opportunity to rebuild a true flawless Taoist foundation."
He had ruthlessly severed his Taoist foundation to make up for it after it was lost.
Fortunately, he had discovered the problem early.
If he had only discovered the problem with his Taoist foundation when he was at Realm Six or Realm Seven, the price he had to pay to rebuild his Taoist foundation would be too great.
Moreover, it would not be easy to extract his Taoist foundation from his body completely unscathed.
Fortunately, this mountain ghost's Capacity was powerful enough.
In this case, the mountain ghost had actually helped him by helping him discover his problem in advance.
'What a good ghost.'
Lu Qingshan sighed emotionally.
In his Dantian, other than the dim divine light of his Nascent Soul, there was also a faint layer of dark green Spiritual Power.
That was the power of the Mountains and Seas, and he hadn't used it all up yet.
The remnant power of the Mountains and Seas was equivalent to the spiritual power of a late-stage Golden Elixir cultivator.
However, this was a one-time use item. Once it was used, there was no way to recover it. Therefore, before he could recover his spiritual energy, he had to use it sparingly.
Lu Qingshan withdrew his consciousness from his dantian and frowned. Only then did he begin to notice his own situation. "Where is this?"
At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted by someone.
Lu Qingshan looked at the door curtain.
It wasn't until a tall and slender figure appeared in his line of sight that he let down his guard.
"Sir, you're awake?" The tall figure was Qin Yitian. She was overjoyed to see Lu Qingshan awake.
The skinny figure was a little girl. Her face was yellow and her body was emaciated. Her eyes were similarly filled with joy, but at the same time, there was also a trace of fear.
It was the little girl from the Sheep tribe who had previously received a piece of mooncake from him and told him all the information about the Thunder God Pool.
If that's the case, I should be in the Sheep Tribe right now.
Lu Qingshan reacted quickly.
Under Lu Qingshan's gaze, Yang Qing 'er panicked at first. She uneasily rubbed the corner of her clothes with her left hand. However, she still mustered up her courage and handed the worn-out bowl to Lu Qingshan. She said timidly, "You're badly injured. Drink this and you'll recover faster …"
Lu Qingshan looked at the bowl Yang Qing 'er handed over. It was filled with some green, sticky liquid. An unpleasant smell assailed his nostrils.
As if afraid that Lu Qingshan would dislike it, Yang Qing 'er quickly added, "If the men in the tribe are injured, they'll all drink a bowl of Tibetan medicine. They'll recover quickly."
"This is the medicine that Qing 'er personally picked from the walls of the canyon and brewed," Qin Yitian said. "Young Master, you've been unconscious for three days."
"I'm sorry for making you worry," Lu Qingshan said softly to Qin Yitian.
Then he smiled kindly at Yang Qing 'er, took the bowl of Tibetan medicine, and drank it in one gulp.
He turned the bowl upside down and shook it at Yang Qing 'er, indicating that he had drunk all of it.
Yang Qing 'er smiled shyly.
"I'm Yang Qing 'er." Yang Qing' er carefully sized up Lu Qingshan, and then said softly.
"I'm Lu Qingshan. I don't know what's going on. Why am I here?" Lu Qingshan smiled gently at the little girl.
"When I went to pick food for the goats, I saw Big Sister Yitian carrying you, who was covered in blood, out from inside …" The inside that Yang Qing 'er was talking about was naturally the Thunder God Pool. "I saw that you were heavily injured, so I quickly brought you back …"
"But …" Yang Qing 'er paused, and then said carefully, "Grandpa Patriarch saw your injuries and said that you used to be a cultivator, but now your cultivation seems to have been destroyed. I'm afraid …"
Lu Qingshan did not comment, but he did not explain.
"Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! "Suddenly, there were sounds of clanging outside the tent, mixed with faint cheers.
Yang Qing 'er's face also showed a hint of joy.
"The hunting team should be back. Looks like they've caught something. Now we have meat to eat. With meat, your body will recover faster." Yang Qing 'er was very satisfied, and then asked expectantly, "Do you want to go out and take a look?"
"Mm, sure." Lu Qingshan smiled and nodded, then stood up shakily.
He was not a body cultivator with big muscles, but he was once a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his body was naturally much stronger than ordinary people.
After a short rest, although his body was still covered in a thick layer of scabs, he had already regained the ability to move.
Qin Yitian quickly went up and held Lu Qingshan's arm. Although Yang Qing 'er was shy, she also went over to support him.
The curtain of the tent was lifted, and what entered Lu Qingshan's eyes was a group of men wearing sheepskin clothes. They were carrying a huge piece of meat and returning triumphantly.
It seemed to be a successful hunt.
For a small and poor tribe like the Sheep Tribe, there was no such thing as frying, frying, or deep-frying when cooking food.
First, there were no such things. Second, there was no such thing as seasoning.
They just cut the meat into fist-sized pieces and threw them into a huge iron pot.
Not long after, the aroma of the meat spread throughout the small campsite.
Yes, the Sheep Tribe still followed the primitive system of sharing food. Those who had food would eat together, and those who did not would starve together.
Yang Qing 'er supported Lu Qingshan and looked at the boiling pot of meat. She swallowed unconsciously.
For the children of the Sheep Tribe, who were extremely poor, there was nothing more important than food.
In front of the pot, everyone in the tribe was lining up with bowls. Some women were in charge of cooking.
The women and children were given one piece of meat, while the adult men were given two pieces.
"Go line up." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing 'er's messy hair and smiled.
The little girl was already craving, but she insisted on supporting Lu Qingshan.
"But …" Yang Qing 'er hesitated.
"It's okay. Big Sister Yitian is supporting me," Lu Qingshan said.
Only then did Yang Qing 'er relax, and hurriedly joined the line.
After all, she was still a child.
An old man came over with two ceramic bowls and handed them to Qin Yitian and Lu Qingshan.
There were two pieces of meat in the bowls, as well as some hard naans that had been torn apart and soaked in it.
"I'm the chief of this tribe," the Sheep Tribe Chief introduced himself.
He was a ninth level Qi Refining body cultivator.
Lu Qingshan glanced at the old man and saw his cultivation level.
He did not refuse the Sheep Tribe Chief's kindness and took the bowl.
This bowl of meat soup was already a feast for the people of the Sheep tribe, but in Lu Qingshan's opinion, it was not that delicious. After all, other than some wild vegetables, there were no other seasonings or spices added. It was really bland.
As for the hard naans, even if they were torn apart and soaked in the soup, they were still hard to swallow.
But Lu Qingshan still finished the soup.
"Honored guest, you're not a local, are you?" the Sheep Tribe Chief asked, a smile on his wrinkled face.
"I'm from the east." Lu Qingshan meant the east.
But the Sheep Tribe Chief obviously did not think that far. He only nodded, half-understanding. "That's indeed a very far place."
The Sheep Tribe Chief did not ask why Lu Qingshan was here, nor did he ask how he was injured. "Honored guest, you're badly injured. Would you like to rest here for a while?"
This was a wisdom that had been nurtured over time.
Lu Qingshan thought for a moment and finally nodded. "This place is quiet and remote, and I do need time to recover from my injuries. If possible, I would also like to rest here for a few more days, but I don't know if I would trouble Clan Leader Yang?"
The Sheep Tribe Chief smiled. "It's no trouble at all."
.....
The Sheep Tribe Chief gave Lu Qingshan a tent as his residence, and Lu Qingshan stayed in the Sheep Tribe for the time being.
Apart from children under the age of four or five, there were no idle people in the Sheep Tribe. Even Yang Qing 'er had to go around during the day to pick grass and feed it to the sheep that the tribe reared.
Only at night would the people in the tribe have some time to themselves.
At night.
Lu Qingshan sat in front of the campfire, thinking about something.
Yang Qing 'er carefully sat next to Lu Qingshan, somewhat embarrassed.
"Sir …"
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Qing 'er's eyes were filled with anticipation as she timidly asked, "Can you tell me about the outside world?"
"The outside world …" Lu Qingshan looked at Yang Qing 'er with interest as he slowly said, "The outside world is very, very big. There are fox immortals, water monsters, river gods, dragon kings in the sea, Daoist on land who seeks immortality, and sword cultivators who can cut through the nine heavens with a single sword. You can refine a flying sword and kill enemies from a thousand miles away, or learn a sword technique and sweep through the world …"
Lu Qingshan followed the little girl's thoughts and told her a few stories of swordsmen that were half true and half false.
"Swordsmen …" Yang Qing 'er's eyes flashed. "Kill enemies from a thousand miles away, sweep through the world …"
"Sir is also a sword cultivator, right?" Yang Qing 'er suddenly asked.
"Why do you say so?" Lu Qingshan was startled.
"I just have a feeling that Sir should be one," Yang Qing 'er pinched the corner of her clothes, thought for a moment, and said.
"You guessed right," Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing 'er's head as he suddenly became interested. "Do you want to learn?"
"Hm?"
"The sword cultivator's methods."
"Ah?!" Yang Qing 'er was somewhat excited but also hesitant. "Can I learn? But Grandpa Chief said that my body is weak and not suitable for cultivation … "
"That's the path of a body cultivator," Lu Qingshan did not explain the difference between cultivation systems to the little girl, and only smiled. "The path of a sword cultivator is different from that of a body cultivator. It only looks at the cultivator's spirituality towards the sword, and does not look at the body's blood Qi."
"I want to learn!" Yang Qing 'er looked at Lu Qingshan, a divine light flashing in her dark eyes, incomparably bright.
Lu Qingshan laughed heartily, and picked up a wooden stick from the ground beside him. As if nothing had happened, the wooden stick was raised, and lightly shook, like two swords stabbing out.
Then, he tossed the wooden stick to Yang Qing 'er. "Try it."
The little girl was shy by nature, but she still plucked up her courage, held the wooden stick, and imitated Lu Qingshan's movements just now.
"Whoosh whoosh."
The wind broke. Although the force was weak, Yang Qing 'er, who had only seen Lu Qingshan demonstrate it once, could actually do it quite well, which made Lu Qingshan somewhat surprised.
A moment later, Yang Qing 'er put down the wooden stick in her hand, panting.
She said that she was weak, and it was true.
"Tired?" Lu Qingshan smiled.
Yang Qing 'er nodded, but she was very excited.
"If you're tired, go back and rest."
"En," Yang Qing 'er nodded heavily, and then exhorted, "Mister, remember to rest early. Your injury hasn't healed yet, so you need to rest more."
"Okay." Lu Qingshan responded.
Yang Qing 'er held the wooden stick, as if she was holding a treasure, and walked back to her tent in small steps.
As if thinking of something, Yang Qing 'er looked up in the direction of the Thunder God Pool, "The Thunder God Pool hasn't exploded for many days. Is the Thunder God Pool asleep again?"
She remembered that after seeing Lu Qingshan for the first time, in the following seven or eight days, the thunder that broke out two or three times a day suddenly stopped.
After pondering for a while, the little girl, who couldn't figure it out, didn't think much about it.
How could she worry about the Thunder God Pool?
On the other side.
Lu Qingshan was also looking in the direction of the Thunder God Pool, thinking about something.
Qin Yitian sat beside Lu Qingshan, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, the thunder seems to be disappearing soon."
"Indeed." Lu Qingshan nodded. "The reason for the Thunder God Pool's appearance is the Thunder Tree.
Once the Thunder Tree disappears, the thunder won't last long. Tomorrow, the Thunder God Pool that has existed for tens of thousands of years will disappear completely. "
.....
Lu Qingshan stayed in the Sheep Tribe for three more days.
With the help of the pills and the strong physique of a cultivator, all of his external injuries were healed in just ten days.
The scabs fell off, revealing new skin that was as clear as jade.
"It's almost time to leave," Lu Qingshan murmured.
Suddenly, Lu Qingshan felt the ground under his feet tremble slightly, and the tremor was expanding.
It was as if thousands of soldiers and horses were charging.
Boom boom boom!
Thunder rumbled between heaven and earth.
However, the Thunder God Pool that gave birth to lightning had completely disappeared two days ago.
Lu Qingshan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly mobilized the remaining sea energy in his body and levitated into the air, looking in the direction of the thunder.
The canyon he was in now looked like a gourd.
The Sheep Tribe was located at the mouth of the gourd.
Although it was called a canyon, it was actually very large. It was bigger than a mountain range.
And now, in the desert outside the canyon, thousands of sand wolves were running toward the mouth of the gourd, kicking up waves of yellow sand. It was like a sandstorm.
Wherever the lamb goes, there are bound to be evil wolves following it.
It was the pack of sand wolves that had been hiding near the Sheep Tribe.
The Thunder Generating Precious Tree turned into dust, and the thunder of the Thunder God Pool gradually dissipated. The deterrent force that made the Sand Wolf Demon afraid to enter the canyon finally disappeared.
Their desire for the members of the 'Sheep' tribe in the canyon, as well as their intuition that there seemed to be treasures in the canyon, caused these greedy Sand Wolf Demons to finally be unable to endure it any longer. They swarmed out of their nest and rushed towards the canyon.
Lu Qingshan looked back at the canyon.
The people of the Sheep Tribe, who had gradually realized the cause of the earthquake, were now ashen-faced and in despair.
This was an extremely terrifying wave of medium-sized demons.
In the Mo Kingdom, except for the powerful nine clans, no other tribe could resist a demon wave of this scale.
There were less than a thousand people in a hundred families, but the Sheep Tribe had existed for a long time. If there were no accidents, today, they would disappear from the mouth of the sand wolves forever.
"The earth emits killing intent, dragons and snakes rise!" The elder of the Sheep Tribe was in tears.
When the earth emitted killing intent, monsters appeared.
The earth wanted to destroy their tribe. How could they live?
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