"Yun Potian," Shi Yi said, holding his head high and chest out.
"A good name. The clouds of the nine heavens, breaking through the sky," the middle-aged man from the Golden Wolf Tribe praised.
"A mere junior, not yet fully grown, yet unexpectedly learned to hide his strength in advance," the Old Man from the Purple Mountain Clan sighed.
"Hmph, you brat, hiding your head and showing your tail."
The Old Man from the Thunder Clan's tone was very dismissive, seemingly unwilling to admit the fact that he had misjudged, but he didn't dwell on it too much, nor did he target Shi Yi over this small matter.
"Be cautious in words and actions, this is the way to survive. Our clan also started out this way," the Old Man from the Flood Dragon Clan nodded.
"The Great Wilderness is not the domain of our human race, but the domain of the four fierce beasts. There's nothing wrong with him doing this," the middle-aged man from the Luofu Great Marsh also expressed his affirmation.
"Countless years have passed, and only one person from the human race in the Great Wilderness has successfully walked out and established the Stone Country in the distant east," the Old Man from the Snow Clan stroked his beard, his aged, cloudy eyes filled with emotion.
Next.
Logically speaking, the competition specifically prepared by the major tribes in this small town for their own prodigies would always inexplicably involve Shi Yi, an outsider, in the end.
Unfortunately, this was not a storybook novel, and Shi Yi was not the kind of person who loved to cause trouble.
What did the competition between these young prodigies from the major tribes have to do with him?
If he jumped out now and beat up these prodigies, would it make him look very impressive?
That's right.
With Ten Celestial Passages, Shi Yi's true combat power was extremely astonishing. Apart from the few old men present, he was basically not afraid of anyone.
But what if he won the competition? He would take the precious blood they had prepared for their juniors and inexplicably provoke some enemies.
As a normal person.
Shi Yi felt that his path of growth didn't need to be one where he was an enemy of the world, with enemies everywhere. Even if he didn't like someone, he didn't necessarily have to offend them to death.
Of course.
Born as a human, human nature is inherently evil. As a human, it's unavoidable to make enemies and hold grudges.
If you really make an enemy, don't think too much, just finish them off.
But no matter how you make enemies, if you end up being an enemy of the world, then you have to think about whether your actions and way of life are too extreme, whether they are somewhat abnormal.
A day passed.
The competitions between the six major tribes: Golden Wolf Tribe, Luofu Great Marsh, Purple Mountain Clan, Flood Dragon Clan, Thunder Clan, and Snow Clan, concluded. The Thunder Clan won a great victory, the Snow Clan won a small victory, and the rest were losers.
"Brother Tian, that woman from the Thunder Clan hit me so hard, and you didn't even help me out," a little girl from the Snow Clan said, pulling Shi Yi and looking wronged.
"That was a competition between the six major tribes. I'm not from your Snow Clan. In your competition, I'm just an outsider, it's really not appropriate for me to participate," Shi Yi explained.
"If you marry me, you won't be an outsider anymore."
The little girl from the Snow Clan pouted unhappily, her tone carrying a hint of indescribable resentment.
"I..."
Shi Yi was truly defeated. Why were these little girls from the Snow Clan so persistent about him?
Can't you consider the actual situation?
Do you think I have that kind of ability right now?
Also,
Each of you is several years older than me.
Are you not ashamed to call me Brother Tian?
Women!
So hard to understand.
"Brother Tian, my heart hurts so much, can you help me rub it?" The little girl from the Snow Clan looked at Shi Yi with a wronged expression, her pitiful little eyes making people feel protective.
After seeing this scene,
A passing Snow Clan youth couldn't help but complain, "You women can't endure any hardship at all. We fought the Thunder Clan prodigies until our heads were bleeding, and you didn't hear us cry out in pain. You women, when you fight, to put it bluntly, you're just pulling each other's hair. I don't know what you're hurting about?"
As soon as he finished speaking,
The little girl from the Snow Clan, who had been looking wronged, put her hands on her hips and said in a sharp tone, "None of your business, get lost! If you mess up my good thing..."
She stopped halfway through her sentence.
Perhaps noticing that her lady-like demeanor was unstable, the little girl from the Snow Clan coughed awkwardly a few times and returned to her previous wronged appearance.
"Brother Tian, I just had poor circulation in my heart, that's why I was so irritable and angry. I'm not usually like this." The little girl from the Snow Clan clutched her little skirt, looking like a small bird leaning on someone.
"I don't mind."
Shi Yi's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't say much.
This small town, located deep in the Great Wilderness, had always been very peaceful and quiet under the protection of the Offering Spirit.
But since the arrival of the large tribes from the outside world, this nameless town had lost its former tranquility.
All the original inhabitants of the town were trembling with fear. The sudden arrival of so many strong individuals made them very uneasy, but the weak had no right to refuse the strong. They could only endure the strong's demands.
Fortunately, the six large tribes in the town were only temporarily staying here. They didn't care for anything in the town, including the food, and they would be leaving soon.
At the entrance of the town.
"This small town is called Lonely Mountain. Could the Offering Spirit be a mountain?" A Thunder Clan youth asked curiously.
Having nothing to do,
He wandered around the entrance of the town and saw a green stone tablet. Two large characters were carved on the stone tablet.
Lonely Mountain.
The Thunder Clan youth looked into the town along the stone tablet and found that the entire town was located halfway up the mountain, and this mountain was the Offering Spirit of this Lonely Mountain Town.
Inside the town.
"Grandpa, this is a spiritual stone mountain. It must have been worshipped by people for a long time and offered many fierce beast sacrifices. Its interior may have bred true blood comparable to that of an Ancient Descendant. Grandpa, quickly kill this Offering Spirit. When I return, I will use its true blood to refine my body. It will definitely be of great benefit!"
A Flood Dragon Clan youth who couldn't stand losing, completely disregarding the fact that he was standing on the Offering Spirit and the original inhabitants nearby, proposed his malicious idea to the Flood Dragon Clan Old Man beside him.
As soon as these words were spoken,
The native residents of the small town were filled with terror. Killing their Offering Spirit was no different from killing everyone here. Without the protection of the Offering Spirit, these natives would have long since died in the mouths of fierce beasts.
Fortunately,
The Flood Dragon Clan Old Man did not do this. Instead, he sternly rebuked, "Jiao Peng, if you dare to speak nonsense again, I will send you back directly! Let your father teach you a lesson."
"It's not like we haven't killed one before. The true blood from the Offering Spirit that a village worshipped for many years back then had a very good effect," the Flood Dragon Clan youth named Jiao Peng said indifferently.
As soon as his words fell,
An invisible pressure descended from the sky. The heavy pressure caused the Flood Dragon Clan youth Jiao Peng to spit out a mouthful of blood. He was already injured from losing the competition, and this terrifying pressure almost took his life instantly.
"Shut up!"
The Flood Dragon Clan Old Man's eyes shone brightly, like two streaks of lightning flashing across. He glared at him angrily and said, "Stone-type Offering Spirits cannot be touched. Behind them stand true deities."
After speaking,
He pressed the Flood Dragon Clan youth Jiao Peng's head and made him kowtow loudly on the ground several times. Then, they both knelt on the cold ground.
"Offering Spirit Lord, the child in our clan is young and ignorant. We hope Offering Spirit Lord will not blame him."
Half an hour later,
The Flood Dragon Clan Old Man felt the invisible pressure slowly disappear before allowing the Flood Dragon Clan youth Jiao Peng, whose face was covered in blood, to stand up.
"Remember, in this Great Wilderness, you cannot judge things by their appearance. Some villages, some tribes, the people living there may not be strong, but their Offering Spirits are not necessarily someone you can afford to provoke."
At the same time,
In a quiet small courtyard in the center of the small town.
"This old man, the Offering Spirit of Lonely Mountain Town, greets the Immortal!"
A white-haired Old Man in a green robe knelt before Shi Yi. To be precise, he knelt before the slender, glowing willow branch in Shi Yi's hand, kneeling to the Willow Deity behind Shi Yi.
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