Chapter 824: The Yan Tribe (1/2)

“Who is it?” Startled, Lu Yun jumped backward.

The young man looked roughly twenty-eight years old and was quite handsome. Adorned in luxurious furs, he didn’t look like someone from the mountains. Also, he moved like a wraith. Lu Yun had no idea when he’d showed up next to him.

“No need to worry, my friend. I’m Jiang Ba of the Yan Tribe, an old friend of Ning Village!” He reached out to clap Lu Yun on the shoulder.

Lu Yun wanted to shy away, but he discovered with great shock that he couldn’t avoid Jiang Ba’s hand! He could only remain put and permit him to pat Lu Yun as he would.

“Oh? My friend seems to have a treasure on you.” Jiang Ba’s eyebrow arched gently and he swiped a hand at Lu Yun’s embrace, bringing out the crystallized Bi Fang blood essence.

“You have quite the luck, my friend, this is Bi Fang blood essence! No wonder you’re able to set foot onto the great dao at your young age and become a cultivator.” Jiang Ba laughed heartily and returned the item.

This meant he wasn’t much interested in the blood essence, or he never would’ve returned it. Unbidden, a less-than-good first impression of this Jiang Ba rose in Lu Yun’s mind. But he says he’s from the Yan Tribe… is it that Yan Tribe??

“Hahaha, and I wondered who it was. So it’s Brother Jiang Ba from the Yan Tribe!” Ah Zhuang roared with laughter when he walked out of the village. “That’s right, it’s about time you came by if I count the days!”

Arms spread wide open, Ah Zhuang grabbed the other for a bear hug. A trace of hard-to-detect disdain flashed through Jiang Ba’s eyes, but he remained grinning merrily and hugged Ah Zhuang tightly.

“Brother Ah Zhuang is impressive alright, to kill a Bi Fang!” he praised joyously.

Ah Zhuang’s expression turned solemn and he lowered his voice, “Brother Jiang Ba is joking at my expense. How could I possibly kill a divine beast? Besides, why would there be Bi Fang along the outskirts of Qingqiu Mountain?”

The villagers didn’t know about the Bi Fang. Ah Zhuang had taken it elsewhere and the village chief and tribute spirit had taken care of it.

Ning Village was exceedingly weak, and their strongest member Ah Zhuang wasn’t a cultivator either. Once word spread about the Bi Fang corpse, it’d be a devastating blow to the tiny village.

“Eh? Ahahaha—right, right you are. My mistake,” chuckled Jiang Ba. “Ah yes, who might this friend be…? I didn’t see this young hero when I visited Ning Village last year.”

“This is Shan, full name Lie Shan! He’s a distant relative from Ah Mu’s maternal side, and came to us for shelter after his village suffered a disaster.”

“Oh?” Jiang Ba took a close look at Lu Yun. “Hahaha, Lie Shan, is it? Well met! I’m going to pay my respects to granduncle and see if I can change his mind. If he’s willing to return to the tribe, the villagers won’t have to spend their days in fear and suffering at Qingqiu Mountain.” He walked into the village with a broad smile.

Numerous exquisitely-made wagons trundled into the village from outside, filled with all sorts of grain, cloth, and metal tools. Ah Zhuang quickly called over the young men of the village to help put the items away.

When Lu Yun heard the introduction of “full name Lie Shan”, his heart spasmed painfully.

“‘Full name Lie Shan’, fuck me! Why didn’t I think about this earlier?” he grumbled softly. “Yan Tribe, Jiang Ba? Fuck me sideways man! What kind of era is this?!?!”

His joy of breaking through a great obstacle and returning to the path of cultivation was utterly obliterated by what had just happened. He really regretted randomly calling himself Lieshan!