Chapter Twenty-Five: The Beginning of Blood Moon

  He waited for a long time outside the yurt before being told he could enter, and with a respectful expression, he walked into the yurt. Half an hour later, he left with a joyful face, respectfully leaving the place.

  Inside the purple tent sat two people, both of whom were elderly with white hair, but their eyes were bright and spirited. In front of them was placed a very ordinary small bottle, which was empty.

  One of the old men wearing a white robe, his two fingers pinched a medicinal stone, and after concentrating for half a moment, there was a flash of light in his eyes, with surprise and hesitation.

  He pondered for a moment, put the medicine on his nose and smelled it slightly, closed his eyes lightly, and suddenly opened them after a long time.

  "As he said, it indeed has an unbelievable effect! I have been in the Wind Pavilion for so many years and have never seen such a medicine. Looking at its appearance, it doesn't seem like an ancient medicine. There are no signs of age on it, but rather it looks like it was just refined not too long ago!"

  What is this...

  "It's a pity that time has passed for so long, and it's not easy to provoke the evil spirit. Otherwise, we might have been able to know the origin of this thing." Another old man slowly opened his mouth.

  "Don't be rash, the person who can bring out this treasure is either a high-ranking Blood Condensation cultivator or an outsider with a fake Dust Boundary. Brother, I'll take this treasure back to my Wind Pavilion tribe, perhaps our tribal leader can recognize it." The white-robed old man said, carefully placing the medicinal stone in a small bottle, and with a flick of his right hand, the bottle instantly disappeared without a trace.

  "It should be so." The old man opposite nodded.

  "This matter is too important, I'll leave first. If there's any result, I'll come back to inform you." The white-robed old man stood up, bowed to the person with the surname Zhou, and hastily walked out of the purple tent. As soon as his foot stepped out, his figure twisted and turned into a white mist that rushed straight into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

  At the time when the sky was gradually brightening, in a vast grassland some distance away from this department, there was an extremely majestic tribe. The size of this tribe was like that of a city, surrounded by six tribes similar to Wushan Department on all sides. In the center position, it was a huge mudstone castle!

  This city is majestic, like a giant beast looming over the land. The number of people inside the city alone exceeds tens of thousands, and it's not something that the Wushan tribe can compare to.

  As for the six tribes outside the muddy city, they are directly affiliated, some of which were directly conquered by the Wind Stream tribe, and others came to seek refuge due to some accidents and eventually became part of the Wind Stream tribe.

  The Fengquan tribe is a medium-sized tribe, but it is also one of the weaker ones among the medium-sized tribes. After all, the Wushan area is also a remote corner in the entire barbarian region. However, it is precisely because of this that the Fengquan tribe has become the overlord of this nearby area, ruling over eight directions and receiving tribute from countless small tribes. It is also the only tribe with members who have connections to the upper class.

  At this moment, when the sun just rises at the distant horizon, a white mist rushes over and gathers outside the muddy city, transforming into an old man wearing a white robe.

  The old man's expression was solemn, and he immediately walked into the muddy city. Along the way, whenever he met people from the Wind Spring tribe, they all bowed their heads in respect, stopping to pay homage.

  In the center of the muddy city, there is a pitch-black altar that is five-sided in shape and over 10 zhang high. On top of it are carved some totems of birds and beasts, filled with a primitive atmosphere.

  The old man in white robes stood respectfully under the altar, and after a moment, a gentle voice came from above the altar.

  "What's wrong, Shi Hai?"

  "Report to Lord Mo, Shi Hai found a kind of medicine that has never been seen before in the department's workshop. This medicine has an unbelievable effect..." The white-robed old man took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.

  "Oh? Bring it here and let me see." The gentle voice rose from the altar.

  The old man in white raised his right hand, and a small bottle suddenly appeared on his palm. The bottle seemed to be pulled by some strange force, slowly floating upwards and flying towards the altar.

  All around was quiet, only the occasional sigh of the wind blowing by, rustling the robes of the old man in white, who stood there motionless, waiting silently.

  After a while, the gentle voice rose again, but this time it was filled with a hint of surprise!

  "Is this thing just one grain?"

  "There is only one grain." The old man in white robes immediately spoke up.

  "I've never seen a medicine like this... It contains a structure that I don't understand... And it's clearly just been refined recently... Who went to the pharmacy to exchange it?" The gentle voice carried a hint of solemnity.

  "He is an evil sorcerer." The old man in white robes said in a low voice.

  "Find him, mobilize all forces, find this man! Tell him to join my Wind Pavilion Tribe and I will give him the status of a noble guest!" That gentle voice suddenly rose.

  The old man in white robes took a deep breath and respectfully acknowledged it. Although he judged that the medicine was extraordinary, he did not expect that the Barbarian King would actually want to invite this person as a guest of the Fengyuan family, whose identity was extremely noble, and except for the clan leader and the Barbarian King and a few others, could sit on an equal footing with the leaders of various departments.

  As the white-robed elder stepped down, this order was executed by the entire Wind Village tribe, like spreading out a large net to search for what they considered evil!

  At this moment, Su Ming was in his own hut within the Wu Shan Tribe, where he had made a decision. The next morning, he left the tribe alone and entered the forest, rushing towards the direction of Hei Yan Peak.

  Familiar with the road, Su Ming was agile and swift in that forest. After his cultivation reached the second layer of the Congealed Blood Realm, his body's agility and speed had increased significantly. Even Lei Chen needed to use all his strength to barely keep up. At this moment, in this familiar forest, Su Ming's speed was even faster. By noon, he had already arrived at the foot of Hei Yan Peak.

  He leaped up, climbing towards the Black Flame Peak until he returned to his own cave. Su Ming put down the woven basket on his back, which was filled with various herbs that he had prepared for this trip.

  Xiao Hong is not in the cave, probably out playing. Su Ming scanned around the cave and confirmed that there were no signs of anything unusual. He then sat down on the ground with his legs crossed, focusing his mind to circulate the blood in his body. Under the flashing of the ten blood lines, both inside and outside his body reached their best state at this moment.

  Even in a daze, Su Ming had a feeling that he was about to break through, as if the eleventh Blood Line was about to condense and emerge.

  "Grandpa helped me to truly awaken, and said that I would soon reach the third layer... Now, not long after, I actually felt the abundance of Qi and blood... The method of the First Awakening is indeed mysterious." Su Ming opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his pupils. In his mind, he recalled the scene where black impurities were secreted from all over his body that day.

  "Let's put it off for now and break through the second layer with one effort!" Su Ming hesitated for a moment, took out an object from his bosom, which was the rock grass. After taking a look at the herb, Su Ming first swallowed a grain of Qingchen San, then plucked a leaf of the grass, chewed it up and swallowed it down.

  Closing his eyes again to meditate, after a moment, Su Ming's entire body broke out in sweat, and amidst the scattered blood light, that eleventh blood line faintly began to emerge.

  After several hours, a dull noise came from Su Ming's body. The eleventh bloodline suddenly condensed and a stronger force of Qi and blood burst out from his body.

  Su Ming opened his eyes, and inside them shone a bright light.

  "Coagulation stage, third layer!" He muttered to himself as he stood up, his face filled with excitement. After stretching his body, he took the herbs and began refining the Mountain Spirit Powder according to the method in his memory.

  Nowadays, Su Ming is no longer the confused person he was a few months ago. He has become very skilled in the art of refining and dispersing, and his experience with the flames here has improved. As the temperature rose, Su Ming simply took off his leather jacket, revealing his bare upper body. Next to the primitive stone furnace, he would occasionally pick up some herbs to smell them, or use his hands to crush them into pieces before throwing them into the furnace.

  Time slipped away unnoticed, the sky outside gradually darkened, and the mountains and forests slowly fell silent, even the sounds of birds and beasts became faint until they were imperceptible.

  The sky darkened, and the bright moon rose high, but this night's bright moon was quite different from usual times. The color of the moon had obviously turned a lot redder, and at first glance, it seemed as if there was a blood moon in the sky.

  This strange phenomenon seemed to have transformed into a mysterious aura that enveloped the earth, especially around this Wushan area. The sounds of birds and beasts almost completely disappeared, even the faintest whispers came to an abrupt halt, as if they didn't dare make a sound.

  In the mountain forest under Hei Yan Peak, a red shadow flashed and ran. The red shadow was Xiao Hou. At this moment, his expression was solemn, his eyes were vigilant, and he occasionally looked up at the red moon in the sky, with a hint of panic flashing across his face.

  It hesitated for a moment in its advance, unaware that Su Ming had returned. It immediately changed direction and no longer headed towards the Black Flame Peak. In an instant, it disappeared into the dense forest, hiding itself from view.

  As the sky grew darker, the moon's color became increasingly bright red. In the end, as far as the eye could see, the entire Wushan Mountain seemed to have turned into a sea of red.

  At this moment, a faint howling sound came from the Wushan Mountains, and the howling grew stronger with time, until it finally spread beyond the Wushan Mountains.

  That roar seemed to carry endless resentment, entering the ear could make people's hearts tremble, as if their souls were about to be shaken. Even if they listened for a long time, there would be a feeling of blood burning in their bodies, making them involuntarily produce fear.

  That sound echoed through the sky, as if it were in harmony with the blood moon in the sky, making the entire Wushan Mountain shrouded in a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.

  That night, the three tribes near Wushan were all on high alert. The ordinary people of the Wushan tribe had all returned to their homes early under the protection of the tribal warriors and would not easily go out again. All the warriors were guarding the tribe under the leadership of the tribal chief.

  The old man stood at the highest point of the village, on a platform built from giant trees. He held a black bone staff in his hand and gazed out into the distance, with a hint of worry flashing across his eyes.

  He sensed Su Ming's departure, but he didn't expect that today was actually the Blood Moon Night that occurred once every three years. Moreover, this time's Blood Moon had clearly come several months earlier than in previous years. This strange phenomenon made him even more astonished and suspicious.

  "Fire!" After a long time, the old man suddenly spoke out, and immediately those tribal people surrounding the giant wooden platform, one after another took torches and put them under the giant wood, making the platform burst into flames in an instant. The old man was inside, as if he was in the midst of a sea of fire, but he was calm and composed, muttering strange incantations to himself.

  It wasn't just the Wushan tribe, at this moment in another direction, the same scene appeared in the Wulong tribe. The elder of the Wulong tribe was wearing a large robe, with disheveled hair and an indistinguishable gender, holding a skull of a strange beast with a single horn in its hand, raised high above its head, emitting a sharp and piercing sound from its mouth.

  In a nearby Ulong tribe village, there stood an extremely beautiful girl. The girl's face was pale at the moment, her head raised to gaze at the blood moon in the sky.