Chapter Sixteen: Barbarian Patterns (Third Update)

  The third watch is over, Qimo's first outbreak, seeking the driving force for the second outbreak!!!

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  "Grandfather, it's not that I wanted this, but they've gone too far. They've taken away Xiao Hong." Su Ming muttered.

  "Them?" Grandfather was taken aback.

  "A second layer of coagulation, a third layer of coagulation." Su Ming covered the small bottle and placed it on the table beside him.

  "Hei Shan Bu? How did you escape?" Ah Gong's eyes flashed, with a hint of cold light in his pupils.

  "I didn't escape, they died." Su Ming raised his head and looked at Ah Gong.

  Grandpa was taken aback, then his expression changed, and after a moment of contemplation, he didn't ask about the details. To him, Su Ming was like his own child, having watched him grow up and knowing his character.

  "We'll talk about it at Hei Yan Peak, the message you sent back last time was very useful to the tribe, this matter requires a reward, but since you hid the fact that you became a barbarian, the reward is cancelled. Now that you've also become a barbarian, stay here and I'll share with you my experience in cultivating barbarism, and Old Man will help you tidy up your blood vessels." Old Man glanced at Su Ming and smiled.

  "Ah Gong..." Su Ming scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke softly: "I was wrong, you didn't ask me how I became a barbarian?"

  "Why ask so many questions, everyone has their own secrets, it's enough for Grandpa to know that Su Ming from our family finally became a barbarian!" Grandpa said with a hearty smile.

  Su Ming's eyes were slightly moist as he looked at Ah Gong, silently nodding his head. He would never forget the kindness Ah Gong had shown him, nor the gentle flow of the Dark Dragon's saliva in his body, nor all that had happened. All these were etched into his mind and soul.

  "Grandfather, I have some... medicine... here." Su Ming said softly, looking at his grandfather.

  "What's wrong?" Ah Gong was taken aback, then shook his head and laughed.

  "You're talking about herbs, I know you must have some unusual ones, but as the barbarian king of Wushan Department, apart from a few extremely rare ones, what kind of herb is... Eh!!"

  Before Grandpa finished speaking, Su Ming had already taken out two small bottles and opened them, placing them in front of Grandpa.

  Those two small bottles were both made of blue medicinal stone, with a faint scent of medicine wafting around them, and each contained over ten grains.

  Grandfather's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, his expression suddenly turned solemn, he picked up the small bottle containing medicine, carefully examined this object that was clearly different from his understanding, and then smelled it, his expression changed immediately.

  "The extraordinary medicinal properties are such that upon smelling it once, one can feel as if the blood in the body is accelerating its circulation!"

  Grandfather muttered to himself, gazing intently ahead. Half a moment later, he closed his eyes and began to ponder deeply. After a long while, when he opened his eyes again, he looked at Su Ming.

  "These things, called medicine?"

  Su Ming nodded and pointed to the small bottle of medicine, beginning to explain its usage and effects. Ah Gong's eyes widened in shock as he listened halfway through, his entire demeanor changing suddenly.

  Without the slightest hesitation, Old Man suddenly raised his right hand and swung it forward. Immediately in front of Su Ming, a phantom-like barbarian image appeared out of thin air. The appearance of that barbarian image was exactly like that of the half-human, half-beast Ushan tribe!

  This barbaric image suddenly appeared, and a gentle power immediately spread out in all directions, enveloping the entire room.

  "Continue." Su Ming saw Ah Gong's solemn expression, his heart racing, and slowly opened his mouth to explain the effects of Qing Chen San.

  The old man stood up from his cross-legged position, listened to Su Ming's words, and then poured out a grain of Qingchen San. He looked at it intently for half a moment, and suddenly swallowed it in one gulp. He believed Su Ming even more, without much hesitation, and then took out a small purple bottle, drinking down the remaining few drops of medicine inside.

  He then sat cross-legged again, and soon a large amount of blood light flashed out from his body. The blood light was dazzling, covering the entire room. Su Ming took a few steps back, his face showing reverence.

  On Grandpa's body, those blood vessels were densely packed, and at first glance, it was impossible to tell how many there were. A powerful aura of vital energy, even stronger than that of the Wushan tribe's chief, filled the entire room.

  Su Ming took a deep breath, looking at the half-empty room with a faint glow emanating from the barbarian statue. He vaguely guessed that if it wasn't for the illusion of this barbarian statue, the light emitted by Ah Gong's cultivation would spread throughout the entire tribe, and even if they were far away, they could still see it.

  The glow came quickly, and it dissipated just as quickly. A moment later, as Grandpa opened his eyes, the red glow on his body disappeared without a trace. His eyes held a hint of excitement as he watched the dust settle, taking a deep breath.

  "Su Ming, you must remember one thing!" Ah Gong looked up at Su Ming.

  Su Ming's expression turned solemn and he listened respectfully.

  "From today on, you cannot tell anyone about this medicine, not even if I ask you again. And from now on, I will never ask you any questions about this matter again!"

  Even in the tribe, remember this point, no one can say it! Leichen also cannot!" Ah Gong looked at Su Ming with a profound meaning and solemnly opened his mouth.

  Su Ming hesitated for a moment.

  Grandfather let out a soft sigh, he understood Su Ming and knew that his character was simple and honest, so he spoke again in a serious tone.

  "Su Ming, listen to Grandpa's words, don't tell anyone!"

  Su Ming nodded silently, his eyes revealing determination.

  "The village is... not safe..." Old Man muttered, but his words made Su Ming stunned, especially when he thought of the scene where Old Man covered up his aura in front of the three clan leaders.

  "There is a traitor in our tribe! This matter is currently known only to you, me and the tribal chief, there is no third person. The traitor is hiding too deeply, we don't know who it is..."

  Adding to the message you brought back, perhaps my old rival from Black Mountain has really made a breakthrough... I've been feeling that these days, the atmosphere of the surrounding heaven and earth is somewhat off... There's a faint sense of impending doom.

  Su Ming, these medicinal herbs of yours are quite good. I'll just keep them for myself and you don't need to give me any more. If I can really make a breakthrough, these will be enough. If I'm unable to break through, having more won't do anything...

  Grandfather didn't lack herbs, but had reached a bottleneck and needed an opportunity... Grandfather sighed lightly and told Su Ming some things, pouring out his life's experience in refining medicine. After that, he took out a strange object made of several connected wooden bars. Looking at the object, Grandfather's expression became nostalgic.

  After a long time, he carefully handed this thing over to Su Ming.

  "This was obtained by Grandpa when he was young and traveled outside. This thing is called a wooden slip, which can only be seen in large tribes. It records the habits and shapes of many medicinal herbs. You take it."

  Su Ming took over the object, looked at it with great curiosity, and put it in his bosom. He was about to bid farewell to Ah Nu and return to his residence.

  At this moment, Ah Gong looked at Su Ming, his eyes revealing a sharp glint, his expression slightly serious.

  "Su Ming, you can become a Barbarian Warrior, Ah Gong is very pleased, but you must know that after entering the realm of the Barbarian Warriors, you will be greatly different from ordinary people. The path to cultivating the Barbarian Way is fraught with difficulties and dangers, where life and death are often at stake. You should have had some experience with this on Black Flame Peak."

  But I am a man of the Moors, how can I give up because of fear of life and death, because the road ahead is difficult?

  Grandfather knows your dreams, you want to get out of here and take a look at the outside world. In this regard, Grandfather supports you!

  Su Ming listened silently and nodded slightly.

  "You're a filial child, I've watched you for many years and understand what's in your heart. It's just that my own cultivation is limited, so there's not much I can do to help you... But as for our family's Su Ming, if he doesn't become a barbarian then it's fine, but once he sets foot on the path of cultivating barbarism, I'll exhaust all means to make his road smoother..." The serious expression on Grandfather's face gradually gave way to a smile as he beckoned Su Ming over.

  "Come, sit cross-legged in front of Grandfather and circulate your blood vessels according to your usual cultivation method."

  Su Ming looked at his hair with white flowers, his face with wrinkles, and kindly looked at his grandfather. Although he knew that he had no blood relationship with his grandfather, the affection was beyond everything.

  "Grandpa..." Su Ming murmured.

  "Come quickly." Ah Gong laughed.

  Su Ming obediently came before his grandfather, sat down cross-legged, took a deep breath, and slowly circulated the Qi and blood in his body. Gradually, six lines of blood appeared on his body, and as the six lines emitted a red glow, the faint outline of a seventh line of blood could be seen, gradually condensing into shape.

  This seventh bloodline, Su Ming had been unable to condense for a month before, and even this illusory shadow could not appear. This was closely related to the internal injuries in his body, but at this moment, his internal injuries were healed by Ah Gong, and when he circulated his Qi and blood, it naturally appeared.

  "You have obtained the Manchu inheritance, and learned that our Manchu warriors, in order to reach the third layer in the Blood Condensation Realm, need to attain eleven blood lines. As for the fourth layer, they must possess twenty-five blood lines."

  The fifth layer requires fifty-three bloodlines, after which there are even more... until the eleventh layer of coagulation, at which point the number of bloodlines should be seven hundred and eighty-one.

  But what you don't know is that the number of bloodlines isn't fixed for everyone, most warriors are like this, but there are still some people who can increase their bloodline count again, the more bloodlines one has, the greater the chance of becoming a Kai Chen realm master!

  In the past and present, as Ah Gong understands it, all barbarians who can become Kai Chen Jing have almost no less than 900 bloodlines during the Ning Xue Jing period! For example, that Wind Quan tribe's barbarian king, I've known him for many years, and I know he had 917 bloodlines back then!

  Grandfather has heard that in some larger medium-sized tribes, or in some large tribes, there are people who have exceeded 930 bloodlines during the Condensed Blood Realm.

  This is the Bloodline Domain of my Barbarian Tribe... In the history of my Barbarian Tribe, there have been a few individuals who opened up 999 bloodlines in the Bloodline Domain. These people all became renowned figures.

  There are even legends that if one can reach a thousand, it means that the blood coagulation is completely perfect. However, such perfection is extremely rare nowadays, and may not exist at all. As for how it works, Ah Gong is not quite clear about it either." Ah Gong's voice seemed to carry some kind of strange power, which echoed in Su Ming's mind as he circulated his internal energy.

  "After coagulation, it's time to open the dust. What is meant by opening the dust is to gather all one's bloodlines and transform them into pure wild blood. On one's own body, with one's own hands, a solid wild pattern is drawn... This wild pattern is what one thinks of in their heart, what they yearn for... Ah Gong is full of expectation and curiosity, if you really can become an open dust realm one day, what kind of pattern will you draw on yourself?"