Chapter 679: Scales (1/2)
It's the dead of the night within the Blue Mountain Tribe and everyone was staying inside the comfort of their own home.
Night time in the tribe was always laced with a ominous vibe. Apart from the horror stories spread amongst tribesmen, they could also hear the howls of demonic beasts, causing the atmosphere to be tensed. Even under the protection of the Berserker Elders, many people still refuse to let down their guard completely since one can truly never know what to expect in a place like this.
The elders never issued a curfew, it's the people who created one simply because of fear. This is why when night falls, the whole tribe is like a deserted place. It's creepy and eerie, nobody would want to he there.
Well, all with the exception of Little Tiger really...
”They're afraid, that can't be helped I guess.” He murmured as he stepped out of his 'house'. ”Well, this works for me.”
The Berserkers are only tasked to man the walls, he didn't see anybody patrolling the vicinity therefore he felt a little bold and walked towards the place that Fatty mentioned earlier today. The tribe was relatively small, it didn't take long for him to arrive at his destination.
Beyond the Graveyard Hill, a small patch of forest could be seen. The place already originated many horror stories so in addition to the night, it just became even more eerie. Not for Little Tiger though as he waltz over the place as if he owned it.
He did felt a chill but that's because he's barely wearing anything. Only a piece of old and worn-out cloth was wrapped on his waist, plus he's still a mortal, how can he not be cold?
Little Tiger inspected the place for a bit. The more he saw this place, the more he was satisfied with it. He grinned as said...
”It's decided then...this will be my base for now at least.”
Saying that, a spear appeared on Little Tiger's hand. The spear's handle was made out of gold littered with numerous inscription patterns. The spear head was the mixture of white body with a black tip. It truly resembled the Brush of Wisdom, on it's in the form of a spear.
When the spear appeared on his hand, Little Tiger didn't waste anytime and poked the ground. All of a sudden, a quiet wave swept through his surroundings, sweeping up dried leaves and grass in the process. A dome appeared above his head, something that he's confident that only him could see.
The commotion came and went silently. Additionally, this place was isolated from people so nobody was alarmed.
This dome was of course a formation. Something that Little Tiger created on his spare time at the sect. He applied it so that it can be activated with but a thought from him. It didn't need his energy nor required him to do a complicated process, if he wanted it to be there, it will appear.
The Brush of Wisdom might in stuck in a spear form right now but that doesn't mean that the things he placed on it were gone. Thankfully, it didn't or else things would be significantly harder for him.
The formation is only visible to him, it can isolate him, it can also function as an energy gathering array and also boast extreme durability. It's one of the simple formations he created but it's extremely useful for him at his current state. It's also self-sufficient and without his permission, nobody could enter this place at all.
It has barely been five minutes since he erected this array but the amount of energy it gathered was already immense. Little Tiger nodded in satisfaction and said:
”If it weren't for the fact that cultivating the [Ancient Dragon King's Scripture] causes a lot of commotion, I wouldn't have the need for this. Oh well, with this much energy, at least I won't be needing to eat.”
Little Tiger kept the spear away and sat down on the ground. He regulated his breathing and began cultivating right away.
A few seconds in and he could already feel his blood boiling within him. He could feel his body temperature heating up but it's still in an acceptable level. He didn't mind this and continued with his cultivation.