1033 Misunderstanding (2/2)
The magical power ancient book was written on a special type of resilient beast skin, and it was densely covered with many small characters.
In the middle of it, there was a four-winged mutated beast.
”Magical power—Modest Wind Technique!”
Fang Yuan rubbed the skin that still carried some warmth and fragrance.
Seeing this, Brutal Moon's face turned bright red.
”Here are the Bloodline Pills!”
He smiled and placed the pills on the table before he directly sat cross-legged and started comprehending it.
”Y-you're going to do it here?” Brutal Moon widened her eyes.
”I'd better memorize this and return it to you as soon as I can. I wouldn't be able to afford it if I lost it!” Fang Yuan smiled lightly before shutting his eyes.
With his comprehension, he could firmly memorize this magical power after reading it a few times.
Unfortunately, my clam totem is the water element and psyche attribute. It's completely incompatible with the Modest Wind Technique…
There was a trace of regret in his heart.
There was no way he would inscribe this kind of magical power on his materialization unless he was planning on giving up advancing to the Primordial Core realm.
However, a complete magical power book has research value. I sensed that this magical power has overlapping aspects with the Chaotic Cloak's Will realm. If I can coordinate these two, I'll cultivate faster! Even…
He spent four hours on this comprehension.
When the sky finally turned dark, he returned the beast skin under the resentful eyes of Brutal Moon. ”Thank you, Brutal Moon!”
”Fang Yuan, you're really something! An entire afternoon!”
”Cough cough!”
After they finished speaking, she pushed him outside. ”Get out and start cultivating!”
When he walked out, he saw Youjie and Qi with looks of admiration on their faces.
Brutal Thunder rubbed his nose, looked at Fang Yuan, and laughed awkwardly. ”I was just passing by. But Fang Yuan, the Beichen Ceremony is starting soon. You'd better conserve your stamina.”
”You guys…” Fang Yuan turned a little red. He knew that a strange misunderstanding was brewing.
”Relax, we barbarian warriors are free to do as we like. We have no rules!” Brutal Thunder seemed to misunderstand what happened. Instead, he comforted Fang Yuan. ”As long as you can handle it, you can even marry ten women!”
Bloodline warriors were the core of a barbarian tribe. Naturally, the tribe encouraged them to procreate and spread their bloodline.
Especially when both parties were totem warriors, it was way more likely for their descendants to be strong.
”I…” Fang Yuan rolled his eyes, too lazy to explain.
Anyway, the more he explained, the worse the rumors would get.
”I'm going back!”
When this news got out, Dark broke several vases and then no longer mentioned it.
…
On the third day the Flybarb tribe had arrived in Beichen.
Hundreds of thousands of barbarians gathered to watch the dozens of fighting arenas built in the middle of the city.
”The Beichen Ceremony commences!”
From tribes such as Flybarb and Black Mound, the high priests and leaders, followed behind by patriarchs and elders, began their worship.
”That's the Beichen Tribal Leader, Beichen Luo. He's a Primordial Core cultivator.”
Fang Yuan stared at a middle-aged barbarian with a deep aura. Then he glanced at the elders behind him. ”I wonder if there are any Apotheosis old monsters here? Hmm? What about the Ancestral Court's special envoy? Why haven't I seen him?”
”Worship heaven and earth! Pay respect to the barbarian ancestors!”
…
After a series of ceremonies, most of the elders returned to their seats. The tribal leaders were also puzzled. ”Excuse me, Beichen Tribal Leader, where is the special envoy?”
”His Excellency doesn't like crowds. He has allowed us to do as we wish while he observes in secret!” Beichen Luo's face twitched, but he still answered calmly. He waved. ”Begin!”
”The Beichen Tournament begins. The bloodline warriors of all tribes, come forward to draw lots!”
Young geniuses like Fang Yuan stepped forward to begin drawing lots and sorting themselves into groups.
The atmosphere warmed.
Tribal leaders devoured meat and drank wine heartily as they engaged in lively discussions and commented on the geniuses enthusiastically.
”Haha. Who wants to bet on this tournament?” a Beichen tribe elder asked cheerfully.
”I hear the Beichen tribe has a peerless genius this year. He awakened the second-grade Vermilion Bird totem! He's definitely going to be first. No one else can compare!”
The other tribal leaders shook their heads.
A second-grade totem was more than enough to sweep away these youths. There was almost no suspense.
”We can't bet on the top position, but what about the rest?” Black Tu's eyes glinted coldly as he stared at Brutal Bones. ”Old Bones, I'll bet no one in your Flybarb tribe can defeat Black Fury. How about it? Will you bet on it?”