Chapter Fifteen: Grandfather (Second Update)

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  "Brother..."

  "Brother...... can you hear me......" The familiar, yet melancholic and gentle voice from his dream echoed in Su Ming's mind once again, lingering on for a long time. His unconscious body trembled slightly, as if struggling with something.

  "Brother, I'm waiting for you..."

  At the moment when the calling voice reached its strongest, Su Ming suddenly woke up, his eyes dull and staring blankly at the wall in front of him for a while before being interrupted by the excited screams. He turned his head to see Xiao Hong rushing over with excitement, pouncing on him and scratching him all over.

  Xiao Hong had woken up earlier, she was just in a coma and didn't suffer much physical harm. After waking up, she was very anxious about Su Ming, waiting nervously by his side.

  Now seeing Su Ming wake up, he was quite excited.

  Su Ming looked at the little monkey, a smile on his face, but in that smile was hidden confusion, that dream, appeared for the second time...

  Taking a deep breath, Su Ming shook his head and forced himself to stop thinking about the strange dream. Instead, he looked down at the ordinary-looking black fragment hanging from his neck.

  As he touched this fragment, Su Ming's eyes gradually lit up brightly.

  He had already cut through the physical body and understood the changes brought about by this black fragment, which made his cultivation speed increase greatly. Moreover, it was due to the unintentional refining of that red medicinal stone that Su Ming completely grasped the initiative in the previous life-and-death battle.

  "The medicine still needs to be refined... In that strange place, I only saw one door, but on that door there were fifteen small holes. Previously, I was hesitant because of the lack of medicine, but now I really want to know what changes will appear when I send out the fifteen grains of Qingchen San..." Su Ming muttered to himself.

  "And also Blood Scatter needs to be refined some more, this scatter... is my trump card!!"

  "Also, I need to go back to the tribe... It's been a long time since I've been back. Grandpa hasn't made any progress in his cultivation over the years, perhaps clearing dust and scattering will also help him." Su Ming stood up with a thoughtful expression, and after stretching, a lot of fatigue had dissipated from his body.

  He gathered his spirits and once again immersed himself in the midst of tempering, always maintaining the circulation of blood within his body. However, there were some places on his body where he felt a bit of stagnation when the blood flowed, not as smooth as before. Su Ming guessed that this was due to the internal injuries left behind when he broke through the first layer of Congealing Blood, and it would likely take a short period of time to recover from them.

  It's been over a month, during which Su Ming went out several times and even got Little Monkey to help collect herbs.

  Especially the red herb that disperses blood stasis, Su Ming went to collect two more stalks. He had wanted to collect more, but he faintly felt a sense of danger lurking there, and after hesitating, he didn't dare to be greedy.

  With these large quantities of herbs, Su Ming spent the entire month in closed-door cultivation, neglecting sleep and food as he concentrated on refining his Qi and blood. The dull sounds of his alchemy often echoed within the cave.

  A month later, at dawn when the sky was just brightening, Su Ming instructed Little Monkey a few words, and then went down the mountain alone, disappearing into the dense forest.

  In the dense forest, Su Ming, who had reached the second layer of Blood Condensation, was extremely fast, flashing across the snowy ground. Before noon, he had already traversed this mountain forest and appeared outside the Wushan tribe, looking at the distant tribe with a smile on his face.

  "Some days haven't come back yet..." Su Ming strode forward with large steps, approaching the tribe. The tribe was still as usual, many children playing, and some tribesmen fighting each other, like they were sparring.

  Su Ming's return attracted some attention from his clansmen, after all, he had been gone for a long time, and they exchanged greetings with smiles.

  "Su Ming! You're finally back, where have you been for so long?!" Su Ming patted a child's head and was about to rush to Grandpa's place when a bright and clear voice came from behind.

  Turning back to look, the one speaking was a robust big man, but his slightly immature face revealed that he wasn't very old, and it was precisely Lei Chen.

  "Huh!" Su Ming looked at Lei Chen, he clearly felt that the aura on Lei Chen's body was extremely powerful, and it seemed to be even stronger than the black mountain barbarian he had killed with his Blood Scattering Technique.

  "Is the fourth layer of Blood Coagulation about to break through?" Su Ming exclaimed in surprise.

  Lei Chen smiled and walked over to Su Ming's side, speaking in a low voice.

  "Recently, I feel like I'm about to break through, haha, Grandpa said that the barbaric blood in my body is very pure, and if I have enough time, I can even reach Grandpa's level." Lei Chen's words were filled with excitement, but soon he was stunned, carefully looking at Su Ming for a few moments, suddenly widening his eyes, revealing an unbelievable expression, just about to speak.

  "Come to my place tonight, we'll talk then. I'm going to find Grandpa first." Su Ming knew what Lei Chen wanted to say and smiled slightly before turning around and heading towards the residence where Grandpa was.

  Watching Su Ming's back, Lei Chen was stunned for a while, scratched his hair, muttered a few words, but still couldn't figure it out. However, he remembered that he had to go to Su Ming's place tonight.

  As he approached the place where his grandfather was, Su Ming's footsteps slowed down. He looked a bit nervous and had great respect for his grandfather who had raised him since childhood and educated him to become an adult. To Su Ming, his grandfather was like a father figure, and that kind of feeling couldn't be expressed in words.

  He didn't want to deceive his grandfather, but there were some things he couldn't say completely, such as the fragments on his neck... Su Ming was no longer young, and he could judge that if this thing were known to others, it would likely not be a disaster for just one person, but for the entire tribe.

  He can't say.

  Taking a deep breath, Su Ming stood outside Ah Gong's residence and didn't immediately go in. He could faintly hear the sound of voices inside, as if several people were discussing something.

  After waiting patiently for a moment, the door of Ah Gong's residence was opened, and three burly men walked out from inside. The three men were extremely robust, like small mountains, and their appearance made Su Ming clearly feel a strong sense of oppression, even to the point where he felt as if his vital energy was being stirred up, giving him the illusion that he was about to be swept away by a storm.

  Su Ming took a deep breath, subconsciously retreating several steps. The three burly men were led by the chief of their Wushan Clan. In the past, when Su Ming saw him, he didn't have much feeling, only vaguely knowing that the other was the strongest in the clan besides his grandfather.

  But now, Su Ming had the cultivation of the second layer of the Blood Solidification Realm. When he saw the Patriarch of the Wu Mountain Tribe again, his feelings were much stronger than before.

  In his eyes, the Qi and blood in the body of this Wushan tribe's leader seemed to be able to shake heaven and earth. Especially when combined with the faintly visible patterns on his face, it gave people an extremely terrifying feeling.

  The two people beside the tribe leader, Su Ming also knew them. The big man on the left side was about forty years old, with a blurry, tadpole-shaped pattern on his face. His internal energy and blood were powerful, second only to that of the Wushan Tribe Leader.

  Moreover, this person had very long arms and was carrying a large bow on his back. For some reason, when Su Ming saw the bow, he seemed to hear countless wails in his ears, making him feel a sense of trepidation.

  This great Han is the leader of the Wushan tribe!

  Liangshou is not a name, but an honorary title passed down through generations. In each tribe, there can only be one Liangshou, and it is the highest honor that can be bestowed upon the strongest archer in the entire tribe.

  The last one was the man standing on the right side of the Wushan tribe's chief, a man in his thirties. He had a wooden expression and rarely spoke or smiled. His eyes were often narrowed, only revealing a glimmer of light through the slit, making it difficult to see his complete pupils.

  He is the leader of the Wushan Department's hunting team, responsible for all external hunting matters of the entire Wushan tribe, named Shān Hén!

  These three people can be said to be the strongest in the entire tribe, except for Ah Gong!

  Su Ming took a deep breath and hastily stood aside with his head bowed.

  The head of the Naushan department frowned at this moment, obviously the previous conversation with Ah Gong was not pleasant. After walking out of the house, he didn't go to see Su Ming, but walked past him instead.

  The one standing next to him with a bow and arrow, however, smiled upon seeing Su Ming, nodded his head, and followed the tribe leader away.

  As for the leader of the hunting team, Huishan, Su Ming seemed to be non-existent in his eyes, and he didn't even give him a glance as he walked past.

  Until the three of them were far away, Su Ming's eyes flashed, revealing a hint of puzzlement. He was puzzled by the power of his body's Qi and blood, which even Lei Chen could feel, yet the strong men in these three tribes had not detected anything.

  "It was I who helped you cover up your Qi and blood, why don't you come in? What are you doing standing outside?" Just then, a stern voice came from inside the house.

  Su Ming lowered his head and walked into the house.

  "You also know that he's back." Ah Gong wore a hemp shirt, his head still had many small braids, his face showed vicissitudes, but his eyes were extremely bright. Although his words were serious, the joy in his eyes could not be concealed.

  Su Ming nodded a few times, lowering his head and not daring to speak too much.

  "You're so capable now, you can go months without coming home and forget about this old man, huh? Lift your head up and come let me take a look." The old man's voice was filled with discontent.

  Su Ming's face twisted in bitterness as he looked up at his grandfather.

  "Grandfather..."

  He hadn't finished speaking, when he saw the old man sitting cross-legged opposite him suddenly focus his eyes, raise his right hand and grab towards Su Ming. Su Ming's body involuntarily moved forward a few steps, and was pressed directly on the chest by the old man's right hand.

  A gentle power merged into Su Ming's entire body, blending with his blood and circulating, instantly healing several hidden injuries within him that even he himself had not discovered. It also made up for the potential dangers caused by his previous adventure in breaking through to the second layer of the Realm, without consolidating it before going out to kill people.

  When Grandpa's right hand withdrew from Su Ming's chest, Su Ming's whole body shook. Without thinking, he immediately took out a dagger and cut open a wound on his arm. Immediately, some dark blood flowed out of the wound, with a faint smell of fishiness.

  "You haven't even stabilized your cultivation yet, and you're already going around killing people. You've really got skills." The old man looked at Su Ming's actions, his eyes filled with even more praise, but his tone was still unyielding, as he handed over a small, dark green bottle to Su Ming.

  The black blood flowed out of the wound, and Su Ming immediately felt a refreshing spirit. He took over the small bottle, opened it, dipped his finger in it, and applied it to the wound.