Chapter Five: The Dream

  "Brother..."

  "Brother..."

  A soft and weak voice, with a special emotion, echoed in Su Ming's dream.

  "Brother...... can you hear me...... brother......"

  "Brother...... I'm waiting for you......" The voice was filled with exhaustion, as if it had been whispering to itself eternally, growing fainter and fainter until it slowly disappeared into silence.

  As the voice grew fainter, Su Ming in his dream seemed to have a piercing pain, as if something most important was going away with that voice, this feeling made him suddenly wake up.

  Su Ming's whole body was chilled to the bone, his clothes soaked with sweat, his face pale, and in his rapid breathing, he looked around at the familiar surroundings that gradually calmed him down.

  At this moment, it was already deep night outside, and some distant birds and beasts were faintly heard, except for that, there was a silence. Su Ming sat silently on the wooden bed, staring at the fragment in his hand, his expression gradually becoming hesitant.

  "Just now, the dream was very strange... and I didn't feel sleepy at all before, but when I observed the fragments, I fell asleep unknowingly... that dream... that voice..." Su Ming's face showed confusion, he rarely had dreams, let alone one like that before, especially the woman's voice, which seemed very familiar to him for some reason."

  "Everything must be related to this thing!" Su Ming lowered his head and carefully examined the fragments in his hand under the moonlight, furrowing his brow.

  "What is this thing after all..." He hesitated for a moment, then bit his finger and followed the description on the beast skin scroll. Most of the treasures in the world required one to shed their own blood before they could be opened.

  Su Ming had never seen any treasures from birth to now, this fragment was the only one, at this moment, he squeezed out a drop of fresh blood from his fingertips and dripped it on that fragment, then waited with bated breath.

  After a long time, the fragment still didn't change, and the fresh blood on it showed no signs of being absorbed.

  Su Ming scratched his head, and a stubbornness arose from within him. He got up and tried various methods, such as biting with his teeth, using force to pry it open, and even soaking it in water, but the fragment remained unchanged, without any difference.

  As the sky gradually brightened, Su Ming held this fragment and fell into a daze. Time passed, and when the distant horizon was completely bright, at the moment when the early sun rose, Su Ming suddenly had an epiphany in his mind.

  "This thing was originally placed on the body, and a warm feeling came out, perhaps... this is its function!" Su Ming didn't hesitate at all, and immediately put the fragment back on the pendant, hanging it around his neck, so that the fragment was close to his chest.

  Wave after wave of warmth spread out, merging into Su Ming's body, as if it had circulated a full cycle, causing his entire body to feel comfortable. Taking a deep breath, the method of cultivating the Barbarian Cultivator that he had obtained from the Barbarian Statue floated up in Su Ming's mind.

  Barbaric, the origin of the world. This time, Su Ming obtained the first realm of Barbaric cultivation, the Blood Condensation stage's cultivation method.

  Su Ming learned from the beast skin scroll that in ancient times, the ancestors of the Man opened up the sky and created humans. At that time, everyone was a divine being, but now after countless years of changes, the Man tribe who passed down myths also gradually became ordinary people and were no longer legendary.

  As for the cultivation method of the Ximan, it has also been passed down since that time, only to be modified and made more suitable for the current Ximan tribe's cultivation. The first realm, the Blood Condensation Realm, is divided into eleven layers, whose function is to stimulate the extremely subtle blood of the Ximan ancestors in the cultivator's veins, allowing it to condense.

  What is called the "barbarian body" is actually using the powerful image of the barbarians to find out which tribes have more inherited blood from their ancestors, only they can go further on the path of the barbarians.

  Ordinary clansmen, with very little of the ancestral bloodline inherited from their barbarian ancestors, are not recognized and do not qualify to become barbarians. As a result, they will not receive the training methods bestowed by the mysterious existence when worshiping the barbarian statue.

  But Su Ming was extremely special, he actually still didn't possess a savage body, yet due to that strange shard, he obtained the very difficult to transmit, in the vast majority of small and medium-sized tribes only the savage image transmission could obtain the cultivation method.

  "In the midst of chaos, the blood awakens, and with it, one's own unique pattern is drawn, stepping into the realm of opening dust!" Su Ming murmured, his eyes gleaming brightly.

  He sat cross-legged there, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes, according to the unspeakable cultivation method in his mind, he slowly immersed himself inward.

  Time slowly passed, and before long the sun on the horizon had risen high. The smoke from cooking in the tribe gradually rose and dispersed, bringing liveliness. The hunting team's tribesmen, led by several chiefs, set out after getting ready, under the watchful eyes of their loved ones, they left the tribe to hunt for enough food.

  Some young La Su, only four or five years old, ran around naked in the tribe, playing very happily. The bursts of children's laughter would bring smiles to the faces of the tribespeople who heard them.

  Apart from this, at Grandpa's place, he was discussing some experiences of governing the Miao people with those two successful and physically strong clansmen. The power of the Miao warriors is the most important force for a tribe.

  The Wushan tribe now has only 22 people left, as the older generation passes away one by one.

  No one noticed that this morning, Su Ming's house door was tightly closed. Inside, he sat cross-legged with a faint blood glow all over his body. The blood glow, upon closer inspection, revealed a thin line of blood under his skin, which was slowly flashing with a red light, exuding an eerie aura.

  Now on Su Ming's body, only one bloodline appeared, and it was still faintly visible, never fully revealed.

  After a long time, Su Ming slowly opened his eyes and let out a deep breath of turbid air.

  "In the coagulation boundary, the more bloodlines that appear, the greater the chance of reaching the opening dust. However, the opening dust boundary is really too difficult. According to the beast skin scroll's description, only those who have opened the dust can barely be called a barbarian. The opening dust boundary is what allows a small tribe to become a medium-sized tribe's qualified strongman!"

  "His body had already condensed a lot of demonic blood, but he still couldn't see any hope of opening his dust, and in the surrounding tribes, no one had ever heard of anyone reaching the state of opening their dust."

  Su Ming murmured to himself, the Open Cinnabar Field was too far away for him, what he cared about most now was whether he could successfully cultivate the first layer of the Congealing Blood Field.

  The first layer of Blood Realm requires three blood lines to emerge.

  If one possesses a sturdy physique, they can condense more than three bloodlines in a very short period of time when starting to cultivate, and directly step over the first layer of the Blood Condensation Realm, unlike Su Ming who could barely see even one.

  Although it didn't start smoothly, Su Ming didn't become disheartened. To him, as long as he could cultivate, that meant there was hope.

  And as he condensed the blood vessels in his body, he clearly felt that the warmth emitted by the fragments at his chest was even stronger, which made Su Ming's spirit lift, and he faintly felt that he had grasped the key to this treasure.

  Time flew by, and it was already seven days. In these seven days, Su Ming almost didn't leave his house, and even when he was hungry, it wasn't too much. This made him puzzled for a while, after all, the beast skin scroll had said that cultivators, especially during the Condensing Blood stage, would have increased food intake due to the circulation of blood in their bodies, which could make their body grow rapidly while also forging more fresh blood for cultivation purposes.

  But this was not the case with Su Ming. After some thought, he attributed it to the strange effects of the Shattered Stream's warmth.

  In the past seven days, Lei Chen had come once, bringing Su Ming Song some deer blood and taking away some Wulong saliva. Lei Chen had already possessed a barbarian body since he was seven years old when he first worshipped the Barbarian Statue, and now he had reached the fourth layer of the Blood Condensation Realm, with twenty-three blood lines condensed in his body, making him a mid-tier expert even among the hunting team.

  As he was about to leave, he hesitated for a moment, intending to comfort Su Ming with a few words, but in the end, he looked at Su Ming and said a sentence in a dull voice.

  "Su Ming, we grew up together since childhood. Later on, I'll protect you. Whoever dares to bully you will have to deal with me, Lei Chen!" He said that, swung his arm forcefully, grinned foolishly and walked out.

  Su Ming gazed at Lei Chen's departing figure, feeling a warmth in his heart.

  The life of the tribe may be simple, but it is by no means dull. Almost every member of the tribe has their own affairs to attend to and must contribute their strength to the existence of the tribe.

  However, there are still some people who have had warriors die in battle in their families and do not possess a warrior's physique themselves. They are also not strong, so they can't do much, and as a result, they have a special status within the tribe. Most of them just idle around, waiting for death, and often like to indulge in novel things. When others are contributing their efforts to the tribe, they are usually idle.

  Su Ming slung his pack over his shoulder again half a month after the Berserker Initiation ended, and with a few farewells to his tribesmen, he left the tribe alone, heading towards the dense forest in the distance.

  Su Ming, who had entered the forest, seemed to have transformed into a different person. He was filled with agility and his body flashed like an arrow as he sped away. With a few nimble leaps, he climbed up a large tree and sat on a branch, a smile spreading across his face, seemingly very satisfied with his speed.

  "Although the first layer of Blood Congealing hasn't been fully refined, my body has become at least several times more agile than before."

  Su Ming put his two right hands to his mouth and whistled. The whistle spread far and wide, stirring up waves of echoes. Before long, a red line appeared in the distance, approaching swiftly. Its speed was so fast that it arrived before Su Ming in the blink of an eye.

  Su Ming's lips curled into a smile, and in the instant that the red line arrived, his body suddenly leapt forward, advancing rapidly. The red line within emitted a series of shrill sounds, pursuing him relentlessly.

  "Little Red, let's have another competition today to see who can climb the mountain first!" Su Ming's voice was filled with excitement as he quickly ran forward, his words jumping ahead of him. Behind him, a red thread trailed, attached to a small red monkey. The little monkey had a look of disdain on its face and was gnawing on a fruit pit in its hand, seemingly uninterested in competing seriously with Su Ming. It scratched its face lazily and followed after him.

  But as he chased, the little monkey's eyes turned red, its squeaks became shrill, and its expression revealed a confused look. In a state of utter defeat, it threw away the fruit pit in its hand and gave chase with all its might.

  New book period, due to the rules, can't post too many every day. To be honest, during the Chinese New Year, I played too much and didn't leave any draft... I know some friends won't believe it, but this is true...

  I started struggling and had the idea of taking another month off, but later found that I had already set a date for the 20th...

  After struggling, I finally put aside my thoughts and started writing diligently. Now, I have only a few chapters stored up... Please let me stay here, sometimes when I want to go out and have fun, I'll use this as a backup...

  Finally, still have to continue to grope... everyone understands... don't always touch yourself, go touch others more... did you touch today?