Volume 1: Life is like a first encounter Volume 2: The wind rises and the sky is cold Chapter 115: Don't take offense at past grievances!

  It has been two months since Su Ming's encounter with the local barbarian tribes, and he still chose to stay in this place, tempering his injuries every day, allowing his wounds to slowly heal.

  At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the cave, after swallowing Nan Li's scattered energy, he was silently meditating, and the 243 blood lines on his body had only ten dull ones left, while the rest had all burst into vitality.

  More than a year's time, the large amount of Nan dispersal, finally let his original severe injury and hidden trouble, gradually recover. In this more than a year, he always thought of the tribe, thought of Ah Gong, thought of Xiao Hong, thought of Bai Ling.

  There is also Lei Chen.

  Su Ming didn't know how the tribe was doing now, didn't know if Xiao Hong was still happily playing in Wushan, and didn't know if Bai Ling was still waiting for him after he failed to fulfill his promise.

  Every time he thinks of these things, Su Ming's heart aches. Alone in the vast and unfamiliar land, looking up at the moon in the sky, he misses home, misses his grandfather who he refuses to believe is dead, and all the familiar things.

  The specific location of Ke's home, he had no clue, all he knew was that it was in the Ximeng region, Miao Man Ruo Wei Feng Quan tribe.

  But Ximeng and Nanchen are obviously far apart, and he has no specific route.

  "I need a map to go to Ximeng!"

  "And also, having the strength to make oneself stronger is what allows one to have the energy to find a home... Only by making oneself even stronger can one make those people in black robes pay an adequate price!"

  For more than a year, Su Ming had been thinking about the war between his tribe and the Black Mountain Tribe. There were many clues that he had overlooked at the time, all of which pointed to the man in black.

  Su Ming opened his eyes, waking up from that meditative state, looking around at the inky blackness, a feeling of loneliness spreading over him, a feeling he had been experiencing for more than a year but still hadn't gotten used to.

  In the cave for a long time, Su Ming silently walked out. At the crack of the entrance, he looked at the moon in the sky. All around was quiet. He sat down beside it, breathing in the still slightly damp air and took out a fist-sized bone fragment from his bosom, gently stroking it.

  It's unknown how long it has been, a faint melody that only Su Ming could hear, seemed to be circulating in the air, and the sound of the flute carried a hint of sadness that lingered for a long time.

  Su Ming couldn't play the fluctuating melody, and there were some cracks on the bone flute that could no longer produce sound. The sound wasn't played out, but existed in Su Ming's heart, holding the damaged flute and closing his eyes, he could hear the tune in his heart.

  This is the only sound that can accompany him in this place, he listens to the melancholic tune as if it really exists by his ear, and seems to find a familiar familiarity from there.

  Whenever I feel lonely, I think of those beautiful memories.

  Whenever I am lonely, I recall those past joys...

  When the moon in the sky reached its brightest point, Su Ming closed his eyes and sat there. His body was covered with a layer of moonlight, and gradually, illusory shadows that seemed to be made of moonlight floated out from his body and surrounded him.

  Those phantasms are the Moon Wings, a tribe of Fire Barbarians who wielded the Great Divine Technique to attain eternal life. Although they were transformed by the Barbarian God's technique of "One Creation in Ten Thousand Years" into bodies that were neither human nor beast, and had endured for ten thousand years, their former divine powers had diminished greatly, making their immortality seem vulnerable.

  But the battle with Bitou and that black-robed man was not enough to wipe them out, only their bodies were destroyed, their souls still lingered around Suming's surroundings, hidden in his body, emerging under this moonlight, unless they encountered a cultivator of the Fire Barbarian, otherwise, outsiders could not see their existence.

  This point, Su Ming did not have a definite answer, it was his perception and enlightenment with these Moon Winged Souls.

  This is now Su Ming's greatest reliance, and it is also the reason why he didn't mind that the boy who was asked about the news two months ago would inform others of his existence.

  He didn't want to kill for no reason, but if someone came looking for trouble, they'd have to be prepared to face death.

  As the moon in the sky gradually dispersed, the clear dust of sunlight faintly rose from the horizon, and the sound of shouting came weakly from the rain forest at the foot of the mountain.

  "Senior... Senior..."

  "Senior, I was wrong...... Senior......"

  Su Ming's expression was calm, this voice, in these two months, he could almost hear it every few days, this rainforest is vast, with many mountains, to find a person, not to mention like finding a needle in a haystack, but also not much different.

  This voice belonged to that young man. Two months ago, when Su Ming left, he had already anticipated the subsequent changes. The young man was choosing between speaking and not speaking.

  If he said it, it might attract the attention of his tribe and bring strong visitors, but this vast forest is so big that it's not easy to find a person, and if Su Ming wants to avoid him, it will be even harder.

  What's most important is that these people are seeking something from him, with the young man's intelligence, if it were to be like this, not only would they not gain any benefits, but instead, they would incur Su Ming's displeasure.

  The young man did not disappoint Su Ming, and over the next two months, he came alone several times to summon Su Ming.

  Su Ming listened to the distant cries without responding, got up and returned to the cave, continuing to refine the South Departing Scatter and adjust his breath to heal his injuries.

  It wasn't until several days later that the voice slowly disappeared.

  Half a month later, when Su Ming's blood lines had only nine dull ones left on his body, he heard the faint voice coming from the rain forest again.

  "Senior... Senior..."

  The sound lasted for two days and was still ongoing. Su Ming opened his eyes from meditation, a look of deep thought on his face.

  "I won't make the same mistake twice..." Su Ming seemed to have thought of something, walked out of the cave, changed into a beast skin shirt and pants, and then dashed towards the rainforest.

  In the rainforest, Fang Mu's face was always filled with remorse, and also caution and vigilance. He held a black bone knife in his hand, which emitted a chilling aura, an object he used for self-defense.

  After all, he came here alone from the tribe, it's a very dangerous thing, if you encounter an enemy, this knife can also play a role.

  As he sped through the rainforest, he shouted out the same words that had been repeating in his mind for days.

  "Senior... Senior..."

  After a long time, he panted heavily and leaned against a big tree beside him, looking rather helpless.

  "Could it be that the strange person has left, otherwise, it's been almost three months, I should have heard my own voice... Alas, if he hasn't left, then he must not want to see me." Fang Mu let out a long sigh, his face showing bitterness, looked around and gritted his teeth as he continued on his way forward.

  "Senior... are you there or not?!" As the sun was about to set, a bright moon appeared in the sky, and Fang Mu's face turned pale as he shouted again towards the sky.

  It's done.

  Just as Fang Mu's voice had fallen, a cold voice came from behind him. The sudden appearance of this voice startled Fang Mu so much that he jumped up and leapt forward, turning around with a look of vigilance while raising the knife in his hand. When he saw the figure standing on a branch of a large tree behind him, he suddenly looked surprised.

  "Senior, I've been searching for you for so long, it's already been three months." Fang Mu hastily put away his bone knife and excitedly gazed at Su Ming's figure covered in animal hide. He quickly took a few steps forward and bowed to Su Ming.

  "Please, senior, save me. I am Fang Mu, but I have been hiding something from you. In fact, I am a member of the Andong tribe, and my father is the chief of the Andong tribe. If you can alleviate the injuries on my body, I and my father will definitely repay you heavily."

  "This dagger is a gift to make up for my previous concealment, please accept it, senior." The youth named Fang Mu looked extremely sincere as he bowed towards Su Ming and hastily handed over the black bone dagger with both hands.

  That bone knife emits a black aura, revealing an eerie atmosphere, clearly not an ordinary object, but rather a pseudo-barbaric artifact similar to the Scale Blood Spear. This object is extremely precious for small tribes.

  Su Ming's eyes flashed, and through this young man sending out the knife, he was not difficult to guess that the three tribes that controlled Handan City must be medium-sized tribes, and it was absolutely impossible for them to be small tribes.

  In the blink of an eye, Su Ming walked up to Fang Mu, looked at him once, and took over the black bone knife. Without stirring up any Qi or blood, the Moon Wing Soul within his body silently left, immediately causing the bone knife to flash intensely with a dark light. The chill on it vanished in an instant, and the entire knife turned red in the blink of an eye, as if it was being burned. A wave of scorching heat burst out.

  It suddenly made the trees around seem to be burning, as if they were withering.

  The scorching heat made Fang Mu retreat repeatedly, his face revealing shock, and his heart pounding. He couldn't see Su Ming's cultivation, but he knew that even the strongest of their peers in the clan wouldn't be able to make this knife emit such power. Only someone like his father, who had given him the knife back then, had shown a similar shocking effect, but it was icy cold, not scorching heat.

  "Could it be... Could he be a Kai Chen Realm cultivator?" Fang Mu's mouth was dry and his tongue was parched, but in his heart he was rejoicing that he hadn't told anyone about this matter and had come alone. Otherwise, if he had provoked this person's displeasure, the consequences would have been severe.

  Su Ming's expression was wooden and unreadable, making him even more mysterious. Just then, Su Ming's left hand suddenly lifted with lightning speed, and before Fang Mu could react, he pressed two medicinal stones into his mouth. With a slight movement of his vital energy and blood, the two medicinal stones dissolved, leaving no shape or form behind, and a warm flow entered Fang Mu's body through his mouth.

  "I'll give you fifteen breaths to remember this herb. Next time you come, bring a thousand of them and I'll exchange it for something that can heal your wounds! Also, I don't like people snooping around, just this once!" Su Ming's voice was calm, but it carried a low, husky tone. With his right hand holding the bone knife, he made a swift motion, and immediately, a large piece of bark fell off from the tree beside him, revealing the shape of an herb on its surface - Ro Cloud Leaf, the one ingredient Su Ming lacked to refine the Mountain Spirit Powder!

  He didn't go to reason with Fang Mu, but instead stood up and took a step forward into the air. Under his feet were the formless souls of the Moon Wings, and he stepped on those souls as if stepping on nothing, and Su Ming went away.

  The moon wing soul under his feet was invisible to outsiders, but in Fang Mu's eyes, Su Ming seemed to be walking towards the sky out of thin air, which made him widen his eyes and gasp.

  "It's really dusty...” After a long time, he finally reacted, but he quickly remembered the second half of Su Ming's sentence when he left. He was stunned for a moment and immediately looked around, only to see a strong figure slowly emerging from the rain forest.

  "Dad!" Fang Mu rubbed his eyes, very surprised.

  The big man wearing a blue robe walked solemnly to Fang Mu's side, looking in the direction where Su Ming had left, frowning.

  "Is your injury getting better?" He said in a low voice.

  Fang Mu's heart was racing with anxiety, and he hastily sensed the injuries within his body, discovering that they had indeed improved slightly once again. He immediately nodded in response.

  "Dad, have you been following me all along? How did that senior manage to find you? Is it really because of the 'Opening Dust'?"

  "Not like... his body's energy has..." The big man furrowed his brow, but before he could finish speaking, the Luo Yun Ye pattern on the tree trunk beside him suddenly dissipated into nothingness and scattered away. This was the powerful aspect of Su Ming's subtle power, as he had already achieved extreme precision with every thread of energy.

  "It's exactly fifteen breaths... This is the beginning of the subtle entry!!" The big man's pupils suddenly contracted.

  "It's all over! I haven't even remembered what this herb looks like yet!" Fang Mu said anxiously by the side.

  "That's Luo Yunye, I'll help you deal with him. Remember to be respectful and courteous, don't offend him with your words, treat him like an elder in the family, he might be your benefactor." The big man took a deep breath, still somewhat skeptical but also about 70-80% convinced, and turned back to sternly instruct.