Chapter 47: Six Numbers! (Fourth Update Seeking Recommendation)

  Su Ming heard this and his heart skipped a beat, he vaguely understood the relationship between Ah Gong and the Fēng Zhuàn tribe's Mohe, it was not as he had thought, there might be some past grudges between them.

  It's precisely because of this that Grandpa has been unwilling to come to Fengquan Village all these years, and there is some connection between this matter and the reason for his reluctance. At the same time, the barbarian king of Fengquan Village must have had some misgivings, which is why he was always polite to Grandpa, who was only at the Condensing Blood stage.

  Su Ming's mind flashed back to the scene where Ah Gong had stepped into the air and disappeared with the purple-robed man on Wu Tong Mountain, his heart beating faster.

  "You'll know later." Ah Gong didn't answer, but instead slowly spoke these words and then took Su Ming away from the five-pointed altar.

  Inside the altar, Jing Nan fell silent. He gazed in the direction where Mo Sang had left, his expression gradually darkening. After a long while, he took out a small purple bottle from his bosom. The little bottle was a deep purple color and looked extremely beautiful. It was obviously something very precious to him that he could carry with him at all times.

  Open this bottle, a burst of medicinal fragrance hits your face, and inside, there is actually a pellet of medicine!!

  Dust scattered!

  "What a pity, there's only one... One is not enough for me, if only I could get eight more..." A hint of longing flashed in Jing Nan's eyes.

  "We must find the evil mastermind who created this thing! No matter what the cost, we have to track down this person... I've secretly sealed off all eight directions around here, there's no way they can escape!"

  I can feel it, he's nearby, very close to me...

  At this moment, the outside world has already entered dusk, and the mudstone city is about to enter the moonlight, but there are still many people in the city, and it looks very lively. Moreover, there are many places where fires have been lit, and those fires are placed in some instruments that Su Ming has never seen before, floating in mid-air, illuminating the entire city pool.

  Grandpa walked in front, Su Ming followed behind him, and the two were silent all the way.

  "In seven days, it will be the day of the grand trial of this wind spring. The so-called grand trial is hosted by the Wind Spring Tribe, and all small tribes that come to pay homage must send people to participate. It's a grand event among you young ones!"

  Grandfather hopes you'll participate, don't worry about your cultivation being exposed, Grandfather will make arrangements. With this object, except for Jing Nan, no one else will know it's you.

  Su Ming, Uncle can only help you this much, from now on, you'll have to rely on yourself..." Uncle stroked Su Ming's head and said warmly. His right hand lifted in a seemingly casual gesture, and instantly, a faint aura of vital energy appeared and disappeared on his body. Immediately following that, a black, coarse-grass woven conical hat appeared in Uncle's hand.

  "This object was obtained by my grandfather in a large tribe, and it can be considered a barbaric device. After infusing the barbaric blood, it can slightly change your physical appearance, but although the change is not much, it's like two different people. It was something that my grandfather liked very much in his early years."

  "This thing has been with me for many years, now it's useless to me, I'll give it to you." The old man took the black conical hat and patted Su Ming's body with it. Suddenly, Su Ming felt a shock throughout his body, as if a cool air had entered his body, and the hat disappeared instantly.

  Although it disappeared, Su Ming had a feeling of emotion, as if this object and the fake blood scale spear had melted into his body. Immediately afterwards, the method of using this Doukong to change shape was also transmitted from Ah Gong's mouth into Su Ming's mind.

  "When the big test comes, you stay in your residence and don't follow us. After we leave, change your appearance, I will arrange for someone to take you to secretly participate." Ah Gong smiled slightly.

  Su Ming wanted to say something, but hesitated and didn't speak up. However, in his heart, he was secretly determined that this time, no matter what it took, he couldn't let Grandpa down!

  "Forty more... forty more!!" Su Ming gritted his teeth in silence.

  "Su Ming, your grandfather has always taught you to think more and ponder more, which will be of great help to you in the future... Now, Grandpa is going to give you a question. Look at our family's little La Su, can you figure it out?" Grandfather looked at Su Ming with a gentle gaze, blinked his eyes, and smiled.

  "Listen up, Su Ming, Grandpa is only telling you once: 32, 79, 248, 371, 563, 781!"

  Su Ming was taken aback, muttering these six digits, but couldn't think of any meaning behind them. Looking at Ah Gong's smile, it seemed that he didn't plan to tell him directly either. So Su Ming remembered the six digits and began to ponder.

  The moonlight shone on them, gradually stretching their shadows, and in the faintly visible interval, Su Ming and his grandfather walked further and further away...

  Time flies, and it's already six days later on a deep night. The grand ceremony of the Wind Rill Tribe will begin at dawn...

  In these six days, Su Ming stayed in the separate hut arranged for them by the Windy Nation tribe, and every day when he sat cross-legged to circulate his internal energy, he was very cautious. He always felt that a pair of eyes were staring at him, but he couldn't find anything.

  In such a glimpse, Su Ming's cultivation was interrupted from time to time. Every time that strange feeling was strongest, he simply lay there, gave up his practice, closed his eyes and slept, thinking about those six numbers in his mind, unable to figure out the answer.

  It wasn't until the fifth day that the feeling of being watched finally dissipated, which made Su Ming quite anxious. He had guessed who might be secretly paying attention to him, and some figures had appeared in his mind, but he still couldn't determine who it was.

  In the past few days, Leichen had come to find Suming several times. For the rest of the time, he was mostly with Wula, under Ah Gong's guidance, conducting the final cultivation before the big trial. However, due to his nature, after a brief period of cultivation, he couldn't help but drag Suming out to wander around the entire Mudstone City. Sometimes, if Suming didn't want to go out, Leichen would go out by himself. Every time he came back, he would have a mysterious look on his face.

  His expression, no matter how Su Ming looked at it, seemed vaguely familiar...

  "Su Ming, you don't know, there's actually a place like that in this muddy stone city... I've grown up so big, and I've never seen so many women..."

  "Su Ming, there's a kind of water here, they call it wine, the taste... try some?"

  "Su Ming, guess what I saw today. I saw the Black Mountain Clan arriving, carrying their tribesmen to this place. It was a dark cloud, but the barbarian king of the Black Mountain Clan didn't come. The leader is said to be their clan chief."

  "Su Ming, don't sleep! Listen to me. Today at the wine shop, I met a tribesman from Hei Shan Pu, about our age. That kid was so arrogant, if it weren't for this place not allowing private fights, I really wanted to go up and beat him up!"

  "Su Ming, I saw Bai Ling today! Isn't it strange? She didn't even ask me about the stone currency, but when she saw me, she asked about you."

  "Su Ming, I found out that I like someone... it's the one I told you about yesterday, not White Ling, but a girl who was following her, also from the Wulong tribe. She has a plump body and is even more beautiful than White Ling..."

  "Su Ming, I finally know what her name is, it's Bai Fang, what a great name..."

  In these few days, Lei Chen almost every day would pour out his thoughts and feelings to Su Ming, especially in the last few days, almost all of which were about a woman named Bai Fang.

  As for Beiling, he often goes out and even when he stays at home, many young people from the Fen Village come to visit him, looking very friendly.

  It was only on the sixth night that Su Ming walked out of his house, looking at the bright moon in the sky, but what he saw was Beiling being taken away by the Wind Stream Tribe in the distance, with an unwilling expression.

  "I don't want to go today..." said Beilong hesitantly in a low voice outside the gate.

  "Not going? That's okay, but Beiling, you were personally requested by Wu Sen to participate in our ritual. If you don't participate, then you won't be able to get the barbarian blood of Feng Quan!"

  "Don't forget, it was because of what that you entered the top fifty last time." The one pulling North Ling out was a young man from the Wind Pavilion tribe, eighteen or nineteen years old, who was smiling and speaking slowly at this moment.

  Next to him were two others, also with their eyes scanning over Bei Ling's body, with a hint of disdain.

  Bei Ling nodded silently and slowly, then walked out with the three of them, disappearing into the night.

  Su Ming stood in the distance, gazing at this scene, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He pondered for a moment, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and slowly walked out of the gate.

  "Wu Sen......" Su Ming vaguely remembered that this name had been mentioned by Beilingkou, and was said to be one of the three strongest young people in the Fengzhen tribe. This time, in the great trial, almost everyone recognized that he must have ranked among the top three in all three passes.

  As for the introduction of this person, Beiling spoke briefly and didn't go into details, but quickly moved on to the next person.

  As he walked in the dimly lit alleys of the earthen city, Su Ming's body slowly changed with each step. After a moment, his body grew seven inches taller, his physique became much stronger, and even his hair grew longer. His appearance transformed from delicate to rugged, exuding an air of ferocity that made him almost indistinguishable from ordinary strong clansmen.

  Even their clothing underwent an imperceptible change, which was quite strange.

  After exercising, Su Ming didn't feel any discomfort, just like his usual self. As the blood and gas circulated within his body, the forty-nine blood lines did not appear on his skin, but a powerful aura suddenly burst out from him.

  "Under the moonlight... even if you're a fifth-level Blood Condensation cultivator, you're not my match... and with the Bloodscale Spear... even if you're a sixth-level Blood Condensation cultivator, what can you do to me?" Su Ming's eyes flashed, he looked up at the bright moon, and walked forward.

  "The cultivation of Beiling has just entered the sixth layer of Congxue, as for his father Ling Shou and Hunting Team Leader, they are in the eighth layer. Among the younger generation, if one can reach the eighth layer, it is extremely rare and must be able to surpass their peers. This Wu Sen and the other two are on par with each other, I am certain that his cultivation will not reach the eighth layer!" Su Ming walked slowly and secretly, only walking in the dark corners, gazing at Beiling's four people from afar, following them quietly.

  "As for the other three, their cultivation seems to be only at the fifth level of Blood Condensation. However, judging from Beiling's fearful expression, I think that Ou Sen's cultivation is higher than his, above the sixth level but below the eighth level. This Ou Sen, I am 80% certain that his cultivation is at the seventh level of Blood Condensation!"

  "On the seventh floor, I may not be able to win a fight, but under the moonlight, even if there's conflict, he'll never think of leaving me behind." Su Ming had strong confidence in his own speed.

  He followed behind, not out of curiosity, but because Beiling's reluctant expression reminded him of the Beiling brother he used to call in his childhood. With a mix of emotions, he slowly trailed behind.

  Time slowly passed, the bright moon hung high in the sky, but saw the four Northern Ling disappear into a common earthen house, this place was very secluded, belonging to a corner of the earthen city.

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