Chapter Eighty-four Saw the Tribe... (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  With this swing, the heavens and earth rumbled in response. The space between his arm and the nine Stone Sea cultivators suddenly appeared a series of waves. The nine Stone Sea cultivators' bodies shook violently, as if they were struck by an enormous force that sent their internal energy and blood crashing. Their faces turned deathly pale as they spat out large mouthfuls of blood, tumbling backwards to fall to the ground. Although they didn't die, their entire bodies seemed like they were about to explode, and they couldn't get back up.

  "You didn't die? The weak pulse of the Miao Man's clan is not to be underestimated, after all, there are still some remnants of the Miao Man's legacy in your blood...". As the gloomy voice echoed, it was unknown what method was used in the fog, causing the strange beast's roar to contain a hint of pain.

  "A sealed Peng, easy to take... This seal can limit more than half of your power, let's see how you resist!" There was a hint of joy in the gloomy words.

  Just then, a low growl came rumbling from the distant sky.

  "Thief, you dare to desecrate my sacred mountain!!" The voice was followed by the appearance of Jingshan, the enraged chieftain of the Fengquan tribe. Behind him stood a woman in purple robes, her beauty unparalleled, but her face as cold as ice. Though she had entered middle age, her beauty remained undiminished, and at this moment, her eyes flashed with the same anger and murderous intent.

  The two of them arrived, without a moment's hesitation, and suddenly charged into the crevice, entering the majestic black fog of Fengquan Mountain. Immediately afterwards, thunderous sounds shook the heavens and earth, continuously echoing within the black fog, accompanied by low growls from Jingnan.

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  Everything that happened at Fengquan Mountain, Su Ming didn't know about it. Even if he did, he wouldn't care. What's most important to him now is to return to the tribe as quickly as possible.

  He wanted to take a look at the tribe, whether... it was still there...

  He wants to go take a look at his relatives, are they... all right...

  He was tense, anxious, and crazy after a while, but now he has become silent, running silently on this land, in the snow. From the time Grandpa left until now, it's been a long time. The sky is still faintly bright, Su Ming knows that with the speed of the black python, Grandpa and the others are probably already back at the tribe.

  "Mustn't let anything happen..." Su Ming's body kept jumping on the ground, bursting out with the strongest speed in his life.

  Its speed was so fast that it seemed to be nearby at first glance, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the distance. He ran recklessly, ignoring his fatigue and even neglecting his exhaustion, all for the sake of increasing his speed. The 243 bloodlines that permeated his entire body burst forth continuously, exchanging them for even more enduring strength, making his speed even faster.

  When the sky was completely bright, when the early sun rose, and the light fell on the ground, being reflected by the snow on the ground to form a dazzling silver light, Su Ming ran out of the plain where the Wind Slant tribe was located, rushing into the dry forest, approaching the place where he had been before, that trading post.

  This distance, if he had maintained his previous speed, would have taken him more than half a day to cross, but now, under his silence, it took less than two hours.

  This speed is already incredibly fast and unbelievable, but in Su Ming's feeling, it was still too slow!

  He didn't roar again, but in that silence, countless blue veins bulged on his legs, and he darted through the thicket, flashing by in an instant. With a sudden burst of strength, he leapt out again. In this continuous running, Su Ming's sweat spread all over his body, not only did his legs ache, but almost every part of his body was now filled with pain.

  Time slowly passed, and soon it was approaching noon. The snow in the sky had stopped falling, and the sky was clear with not a cloud in sight. However, in the dense forest on the ground, there was a figure silently running, his sweat couldn't even flow down his skin before being flung behind him.

  What supported Su Ming was a persistent and unyielding determination, the comfort of his anxious tribe, worrying about the life and death of his people. That indescribable feeling made him feel as if he had lost his physical form, with only that determined running existing.

  What was originally a distance that could only be traversed after an entire sleepless night, was now being rapidly shortened under Su Ming's swift ride. As noon approached, his eyes gradually revealed excitement and tension.

  He was getting closer and closer to the tribe, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, making him feel tense and anxious. He was afraid of seeing the collapse of the tribe, afraid of seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground.

  He was afraid, but his speed didn't decrease at all, and there was a fierce aura hidden inside him.

  When he finally saw the outline of Wushan Department in his eyes, Su Ming's body suddenly trembled and tears flowed down.

  From a distance, the tribe's gate had collapsed, and many places in the surrounding wooden fence were shattered. Thin black smoke was also rising from it, obviously having experienced a fire.

  Inside the tribe, it was not quiet, but rather there were many tribespeople, as if gathering together.

  Seeing that the tribesmen were unharmed, Su Ming's anxiety slightly alleviated, but what arose in its place was a killing intent, a boundless killing intent towards the enemies who had destroyed the Wu Shan tribe.

  Su Ming's figure flashed, and he rushed towards the tribe. Before he could get close, he was immediately spotted by the hunting team of the tribe. These people were instantly vigilant, but when they saw Su Ming's appearance, they relaxed one by one, their fatigue unable to be concealed.

  Su Ming returned to the tribe with tears in his eyes, passing through the gate that had been blasted into pieces. As he walked into the tribe, he saw the exhaustion of the hunting teams and dozens of corpses on the ground at the center of the tribe.

  Those corpses, each one Su Ming was familiar with, were his clansmen. Beside the corpses, there were people crying, they were their relatives, and those wailing voices echoed in the tribe, making Su Ming's heart ache as if it was about to bleed fresh blood.

  He saw those ordinary tribesmen, now all with a sorrowful expression, revealing fear and confusion, quickly packing their luggage and running towards the gathering place of the tribe.

  He saw those little Rassus, at this moment the tender small face was covered with tears, fear and horror, tightly grasping Ah Ma's hand, as if once let go, they would never touch again...

  In the tribe, many animal skin tents had collapsed, and the ground was very chaotic. There were also traces of shocking bloodstains everywhere. Apparently, a war had taken place here not long ago.

  As he watched, Su Ming's hands clenched tightly into fists, his eyes revealing a deep-seated hatred and a desire to kill that was rarely seen in someone under the age of seventeen.

  Su Ming's tears kept flowing, he saw the neighbor's mother who had been good to him since childhood, sitting blankly outside the ruined yurt, with no one by her side... Her children were dead, her husband was dead... Only she was left, in a daze, sitting there.

  Su Ming looked over and clearly felt a hint of indescribable sorrow.

  "Hei Shan Bu!!" Su Ming gritted his teeth, he saw Lei Chen, Lei Chen looked exhausted, in that crowd, helping his tribesmen gather, helping his tribesmen sort out some very important items for the tribe.

  Lei Chen did not notice Su Ming, who was now exhausted.

  Su Ming also saw Wula, the girl who had always looked down on him but secretly admired Mo Su. At this moment, she seemed to have grown up overnight, carrying a large bow and quietly comforting the crowd while helping them gather quickly.

  There is also Dust Xīn, in the crowd, that gentle and weak expression, looks pitiful, but the determination in her eyes, also represents that she has grown up.

  Su Ming did not see the tribe leader, nor did he see Shan Hen and Bei Ling. Even some of the strong practitioners from other tribes who had reached the seventh layer of the Congealed Blood stage were nowhere to be found.

  But Su Ming saw Ah Gong.

  Grandfather is in the distance, his face pale, his complexion seemingly aged too much, as if this night has passed for him like several decades. At this moment, Grandfather is helping a tribesman with a bloody left leg to treat his wound. The tribesman is a barbarian, about 27 or 28 years old, Su Ming knows him, he is the one who often plays the flute, Liu Di.

  This person is not very fond of contacting people in the tribe, and a fist-sized bone object hangs from his waist with several small holes on it, looking quite strange.

  This thing, Su Ming knew it was called a sheng, a musical instrument that many people in the tribe couldn't play. Only this person seemed to have a natural talent for it, and from time to time, the sound of the sheng could be heard in the tribe.

  Now, on his face, there is no suffering, only persistence and determination.

  Su Ming walked away with tears streaming down his face. When he returned to the tribe, everything he saw turned his anger into a desire for murder. He was ready to go to war for the tribe!

  "Grandpa... don't worry about me anymore, my legs are already crippled, but I can still fight... I..." As Su Ming approached, he heard the raspy voice of the tribesman who was being treated by Grandpa.

  The old man's expression turned gloomy and sorrowful, and he nodded slightly before looking up to see Su Ming approaching.

  At the moment he saw Su Ming, Grandpa was completely stunned for a moment, his expression revealing intense surprise and shock. He understood his own seal, knowing that this seal was not something ordinary people could break so quickly, but the Su Ming in front of him made him feel as if he was hallucinating in that daze.

  Grandfather, for the first time, in front of Su Ming, revealed such a look, he couldn't believe that Su Ming could break his own seal and return to the tribe so quickly.

  At this moment, not only did Ah Gong see Su Ming, but Lei Chen also saw him. He widened his eyes and showed an unbelievable expression. At the same time, Wu La, who was not far away, also inadvertently saw Su Ming in front of Ah Gong.

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