Chapter 831: Priest (2/2)
“It seems I have to create a more suitable cultivation method for humans now. The elemental breathing and body tempering methods are from the future, in which we have completely different constitutions from the human race now...”
He’d passed down his breathing and body tempering methods, but they might as well be written in the language of gods. None of the tribes could grasp anything other than the most basic ideas.
Thus, while the two methods had greatly improved the strength of the Yan tribesmen, their progress was only significant when compared to other humans.
In the cruel and terrifying great wilderness, the Yan Tribe remained cowering by the banks of the impoverished Wei River—it was only a fertile land compared to other human territories. In the greater picture of things, it was an unassuming corner of the world where great powerhouses couldn’t even be bothered to spare a glance for.
“I created the breathing and body tempering methods under the immortal dao to mitigate the weaknesses of immortals. I have to start anew with consideration to the world today.” It wasn’t difficult for Lu Yun to deduce cultivation methods as the great dao of nature was unusually transparent. He was easily able to observe the patterns of heaven and earth after reaching golden core realm.
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“Hmm? What’s going on?”
A sudden commotion kicked up by the banks of the Wei River while the voice of the priest rose in incantation, but the undercurrent of sorrow in his tone suggested an occasion of loss.
“Is the Yan Tribe paying worship to their tribute spirit? No, their tribute spirit is kind and friendly. This isn’t the way they would go about it.” A sense of foreboding weighed heavily on Lu Yun, and he vanished into the air with a single step.
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Shennong, the tribe priest, and various elders were clustered around the river. The priest recited an elegant ancient tribute verse in a resonant voice. Behind them knelt different members of the Yan Tribe; some recited along with the priest while others sobbed and repeatedly called out a name.
A little raft bobbed at the center of the vast Wei River, on top of which stood several girls and boys aged five or six. They looked at the diminishing panorama of their family with lost eyes, oblivious to the fate that awaited them.
“The hour is upon us,” announced the priest. “Please enjoy your tribute, River God!”
Splash splash splash!
The river agitated to life, raising tall waves that threatened to swallow the little bamboo raft.
“Bastards!” A clap of thunder exploded in the air as Lu Yun appeared above the river to scatter the waves. With a simple drag of his hand, he sent the raft back to the riverbank.
“What are you doing?!” he demanded, staring at Shennong and the priest with dark fury.
“Lie Shan!” The tribe screamed, so wrought with fear as if annihilation was staring at them dead in the eye. Even Shennong was no exception.