Chapter Seventeen: The Art of Barbarian Control

  "Su Ming, these are things that may not be passed down through the generations, but every barbarian must know and remember! Perhaps Grandpa's life can no longer reach the Open Dust Realm..."

  That Weng Zuan tribe's Mo Gong, before the age of twenty, was not as good as me. It wasn't until he was thirty-four years old that he could barely match me in a fight. At that time, I was renowned throughout the eight tribes in this area, and no one didn't know my name!" Ah Gong slowly opened his mouth, and a hint of ruddiness flashed across his aged face. His eyes also had a thread of distant pride.

  It's just that pride, as if sealed in dust, covered with dust...

  "At that time, I had already reached the eighth layer of Blood Condensation..." Old Man sighed lightly, bitter and murmuring as if recalling, a hint of sadness in his expression gradually revealed.

  "Su Ming, you must remember that there is a world beyond this one, and people beyond those you know. Never be self-satisfied..." Grandfather shook his head, seemingly unwilling to speak of his past again.

  "Grandfather has been out three times in his life, experiencing many things, although he lost a lot, but I learned a barbaric technique. This technique is far from what the Wind Zhen tribe can know, even in some larger medium-sized tribes it's hard to get, that's only available to large tribes, the first barbarian method..."

  The true Barbaric Awakening Technique... can only be used once in a lifetime, a blessing prepared for the descendants." Old Man's gaze condensed, his right hand suddenly lifted up, and the entire palm was instantly covered with a bright red light, slowly pressing onto Su Ming's forehead.

  "Su Ming, the only time in his life that Grandpa was so moved, was when he used it on you. Grandpa blesses you and hopes that you can fulfill my wish, let Wu Shan Department rise again!!"

  "Rotating the vital energy and blood, fusing the eighty-year-old condensed blood of the barbarian tribe!" Ah Gong's entire body suddenly surged with a fierce glow, especially his right hand, which seemed to be dripping with fresh blood. His whole body was covered in numerous blood lines, with over 700 visible!

  This is Ah Gong's true strength, with over 700 bloodlines, making him capable of fighting against a Blood Congealer at the tenth level despite only being at the ninth level himself!

  Su Ming's body trembled, and a surge of warmth suddenly appeared in the air and blood flowing within him. It poured into his Tian Ling, merging with his entire body, causing his air and blood to flow violently, increasing exponentially. A large amount of dark substance continuously seeped out from Su Ming's pores, and his body gradually felt a sense of transparency, as if every breath was an opportunity for the countless pores on his skin to absorb the air from heaven and earth in massive amounts.

  The sound of "Ka Ka" reverberated, Su Ming's body stopped trembling, and his face turned rosy, as if he had swallowed a great tonic. The blood vessels on his body also underwent a strange transformation!

  But then the illusory seventh bloodline suddenly solidified, and after condensing, the eighth bloodline emerged, and the ninth was faintly visible.

  The speed of the circulation of Qi and blood in Su Ming's body had reached an extremely terrifying degree. Every time it circulated, all his blood seemed to be condensed, and he even had a hallucination that his own blood had become an extremely thick substance.

  "This is the true meaning of Blood Coagulation! Condensing one's own blood, ultimately condensing out Brutal Blood!"

  In the past, when he was cultivating, he always felt that it wouldn't take long for his body's blood to seem insufficient. But at this moment, under the majestic warmth of the spiritual energy pouring in, this feeling dissipated like smoke and clouds, and even in a daze, he had an illusion.

  The old man surrounded by the bloody halo, as if he had become a huge blood-colored light group, and himself was also a blood-colored light group, but compared to him, it was like the moon and fireflies, but at this moment, the fireflies were absorbing the moon's light, rapidly growing stronger.

  "This... is what Grandfather said, our tribe's true Mánqǐ, the ancient law that only large tribes can possess!!"

  The ninth bloodline, suddenly condensed and emerged, a sense of power filled Su Ming's entire body. The large amount of black impurities on his body seemed to have been washed away, replaced by an indescribable fragrance.

  Su Ming was immersed in this feeling, it felt very warm.

  Grandfather has been observing Su Ming's body, he knows that this barbaric technique, the true barbaric enlightenment, its focus is not on improving the junior's cultivation, but rather on forcing out all the impurities in the junior's body, to create a suitable physique for them, allowing the junior to cultivate smoothly.

  This is not simply forcing out filth, but using one's own blood as a guide, in a way that he does not understand, and for his whole life, only this once!

  If it is to be unfolded for the second time, then the person who casts this technique will immediately explode and die, their soul flying away and ceasing to exist.

  As the fragrance from Su Ming's body grew thicker, Ah Gong's face gradually revealed a smile, but he didn't stop. Instead, he took a deep breath, raised his left hand and slapped it onto his right hand. Immediately, an even more intense warmth surged into Su Ming's body.

  Su Ming's body shook violently, and his body had originally stopped emitting black impurities, but at this moment, with the warm flow pouring in, his body transmitted a thumping sound, and he saw that a large amount of black impurities were emitted again.

  At the same time, Su Ming's tenth bloodline on his body quickly condensed from being blurry, and in just a moment, it completely solidified. Even the eleventh bloodline gradually appeared faintly!

  Once this eleventh bloodline solidifies, it means that Su Ming has become a Third Layer Blood Condensation Realm cultivator!

  But the eleventh bloodline seemed to be extremely difficult to fully condense, until Su Ming's body no longer had black impurities flowing out, and his whole body was full of fragrance. At that time, the eleventh bloodline still appeared faintly visible.

  "Su Ming, I, Old Man, cannot help you forcibly raise your realm. It's not good for you, but with your efforts, it won't take long before you can reach the third layer on your own." The old man's voice echoed in Su Ming's ears.

  Su Ming took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

  The moment he opened his eyes, the world in front of him had changed, as if it was clearer than before by countless times. Many subtle details that he hadn't noticed before now became apparent to him.

  The world is different now.

  His eyes were clear as water, but if you looked closely, they seemed to have a depth like an abyss, making people irresistible and unable to extricate themselves.

  He saw his grandfather, and at this moment, his face looked even older, with a hint of fatigue, and in his eyes, there was a deep kindness and affection.

  Su Ming stared blankly at Ah Gong, kneeling silently there, and gently knocked his head towards Ah Gong.

  "Alright, you've grown up and are no longer a child. Grandpa is a bit tired, go back and let me rest."

  "Grandpa..." Su Ming bit his lip, gazing deeply at Grandpa, etching everything into his heart, forever and always. He would never forget that there was someone who accompanied him for so many years during his youth, letting him know the meaning of family ties, making him understand that this kind of affection is something that can never be repaid in a lifetime...

  "After a while, you follow me to... Fengquan tribe, to visit the barbarian king of Fengquan, to see the barbarians of Fengquan tribe. At that time, Heishan tribe, Wulong tribe and other small tribes nearby will also go... to hold a grand ceremony for your generation's children..." The voice of Ah Gong echoed in Su Ming's ears before he left.

  "The aura and fragrance on you, I've already used my barbaric skills to conceal them. Unless someone's cultivation is higher than mine, no one will be able to detect it. And as for you becoming a barbarian, don't mention it to anyone else... Everything, let's wait until I find that traitor before making any decisions."

  Su Ming nodded and looked at Ah Gong with his knees closed and eyes closed, immersing himself in cultivation. Only then did he quietly leave this place.

  He knew that the Wind Village was the only medium-sized village in the surrounding eight directions, and it was generally the overlord of this land. Su Ming had heard rumors that the patriarch of the Wind Village was a strong man who opened the dust boundary, with extremely long lifespan, not to mention possessing the power of penetrating heaven.

  "Kai Chen Jing... I don't know if I can reach it in this life, if I can personally draw my own tattoos..." Su Ming's eyes revealed a deep longing, for him, Kai Chen Jing was like a legend, too far away.

  "It turns out that Grandpa's true strength is actually so powerful... Then the Black Mountain Department's Man Gong I heard about before, does he also have a hidden secret... Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to last until now..." Su Ming shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

  Arriving at the home that had not been returned to for several months, Su Ming looked at the familiar place and calmed down inside. It was very clean here, without any dust. Su Ming knew that Dusty must have come over during this period of his absence.

  Chen Xin is the only barbarian woman in Wushan tribe who has more contact with Su Ming, she is the daughter of the tribal chief and can only marry the future tribal chief to ensure the continuation of the tribe and prevent branching.

  Su Ming had known this for a long time and didn't have any special feelings about it. In his heart, Dusty was like a younger sister, without any other emotions mixed in.

  Sitting cross-legged on a wooden bed, Su Ming touched the fragments on his neck, his eyes revealing deep thought.

  As the sky gradually darkened, Lei Chen came to Su Ming with a questioning look, but when he saw Su Ming again, he was stunned once more. That silly expression made Su Ming burst out laughing.

  He took out the herb he had obtained from the skeleton of a barbarian in the Black Mountain, and Su Ming naturally recognized it as a very precious Tianyan grass. He had only found one in the mountains over the years, but that was just a young sprout, unlike this fully grown one with six leaves.

  "Six-leafed Heaven Rock Grass, I need more alchemy materials. I can give you one leaf, perhaps it can increase your cultivation by a lot." Su Ming took down one leaf and handed it to Lei Chen.

  Lei Chen smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed as he took over the back patting his chest.

  "Su Ming, I don't understand anything. Anyway, when we were young, I told you that in the future I will be the elder of our tribe. With me here, I will always protect you!"

  Su Ming burst out laughing and chatted with Lei Chen for a few sentences, then saw Lei Chen holding the leaf of that day's rock grass, his expression was distracted, obviously wanting to go back and swallow it immediately to cultivate.

  He then put on a tired look, and Lei Chen immediately perked up, hastily getting up to bid farewell.

  At this moment, the sky had completely darkened, and the village was slowly quiet. Su Ming used a chair to block the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, took a deep breath, his right hand touching the fragments on his neck, and in his mind, he recalled that strange place he saw that day.

  "I've prepared enough Qing Chen San... This time, I don't know if there will be any harvest..." Su Ming closed his eyes, he had already figured out the method to enter that strange place. It required careful cultivation, condensing all the blood lines in his body at the chest, and then he could step into a strange feeling.

  He had tried many times before when he was practicing, this time, he would put it into action.