Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Barbarian Tribe Temple
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Chapter 62: Barbarian Tribe Temple
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Southern Ridge was filled with primal forests, rivers, and swamps.
A thousand li south of Iron Beast Mountain lies the Copper Hammer Ridge. Standing beneath the flying boat, Lu Xuan looked down to see a tribe settled there.
However, this tribe showed no signs of order.
In their camp, grass huts stood, large limbs roasted on bonfires, and barbarians fought in the open for a piece of meat, beheading each other in noisy and chaotic battles.
Lu Xuan took a deep breath and chose not to annihilate these humanoid beasts with a single slap. Instead, he granted the request of Yu Bai and Yu Qing to hand these barbarians over to their Feathered Tribe for retribution.
Feathered warriors, known for their bravery, wished to personally avenge their enemies.
Lu Xuan agreed.
After bringing them to this location, the Feathered sisters left the flying boat and headed towards their tribe. Lu Xuan lent them a treasure vehicle capable of traversing various terrains.
Apart from the three main races – barbarians, demons, and humans – the rest of the hundred tribes in the Southern Ridge lived in scattered tribal states.
The barbarian tribes, too, were dispersed but numerous, with fixed territories and a unified leadership, differing from the dispersed hundred tribes.
Lu Xuan, accompanied by Cheng Lingzhu, descended from the flying boat. After storing the flying artifact, he cast a stealth and illusion spell and sneaked into the barbarian tribe to see what they were up to.
In the eastern part of the barbarian tribe, inside a large pit. “Mom, are we going to be eaten?”
A braided-haired little girl asked, her voice trembling with tears.
“Hush, don’t talk.”
The woman beside her, pale-faced, covered her child’s mouth.
They had been captured and thrown into this ‘dungeon’ several days ago.
The barbarians, lacking architectural skills, couldn’t even properly construct their homes, let alone a professional dungeon. So, they dug a large hole and threw all the captured humans into it.
Over these days, whenever the stone slab covering the pit was removed, it meant someone would be taken away.
Now, only a few dozen of the prisoners remained alive in the pit.
They had thought of escaping, but the barbarians, possessing bloodline cultivation methods equivalent to cultivators, would simply tear apart anyone who tried to flee and consume them raw.
Just then, the stone slab covering the dungeon’s entrance loosened and was lifted, allowing a beam of sunlight to pour in.
The woman trembled, holding her child tightly in her arms.
Barbarians had a preference for eating children, and her daughter was the last child remaining in the dungeon.
As she braced for despair, a handsome man appeared at the entrance of the hole, gesturing for the people inside to come out.
“Cruel, chaotic, disorderly…”
Walking through the barbarian tribe, the sights and experiences along the way made Lu Xuan shake his head.
“This is ingrained in the barbarians’ bloodline.”
Cheng Lingzhu sighed.
The barbarians had dominated the Southern Ridge for years, yet in their history, not a single ‘True Immortal’ level powerhouse had emerged.
Their bloodline cultivation methods produced powerful individuals capable of contending with Transcendence Stage cultivators, but none could break through that threshold.
This limitation was likely related to an inherent flaw in their bloodline.
The dungeon to the east housed the captured humans. Lu Xuan knocked out the guards, sealed their cultivation, and then used a mystical technique to reshape the guards into the appearance of the citizens of the Great Yan Dynasty, throwing them into the dungeon.
Given the disorderly nature of the barbarians, even if they noticed the guards’ disappearance, they would simply assume they had gone elsewhere.
However, it remained to be seen if they could tell the difference when it came time for roasting meat.
Lu Xuan used a spatial technique to take the Great Yan citizens into his sleeve and then headed towards the center of the barbarian tribe.
There, a large temple stood.
Inside the barbarian temple, a priest garbed in animal skins held up a bone artifact, chanting in a cryptic tone.
Before him, a portal made of grey mist opened, and one by one, barbarians emerged from it, leaving the temple.
“It seems that the Barbarian God has truly revived.”
Lu Xuan’s eyes darkened.
The barbarians neither cultivated the land nor studied spells or the art of formation. However, with the construction of their temples, they could connect with the Barbarian God through the power of faith, transporting their kin from distant lands to their location.
Lu Xuan felt it was like playing a game.
In any part of the Southern Ridge, as long as a temple was built, the barbarians could instantly muster forces.
Acting as the idol who pays for the fans’ actions, the Confucian Saint killed the Barbarian God with three punches, and the barbarians’ account for sacrificial faith was canceled, losing their ability to rapidly increase their forces.
Many of the barbarians’ secret techniques relied on the power of faith.
After the death of their deity, the entire barbarian race was greatly weakened, transforming from the once powerful rulers of the Southern Ridge to the feeble and wretched barbarians of today.
The elderly priest, offering sacrifices to the Barbarian God, couldn’t help but recall the past, with tears streaming down his face.
The barbarians had suffered such humiliation in the past, being ostracized by both the demon and human races, confined to this corner of the world, deprived even of the freedom to eat humans.
But now, with the return of their deity, they would lead the entire barbarian race to regain their former glory.
To restore the barbarians’ honor was a duty they could not shirk!
The old priest was filled with lofty aspirations.
Wiping his tears, he remembered he had a great-granddaughter born a few days ago.
In his joy today, he decided to feast on her, making her the main dish.
While the old priest was wiping his tears, Lu Xuan leaped onto the altar and scooped up the towering Barbarian God statue, storing it in his magical storage item.
Then, using an illusion technique to alter his appearance, he took its place.
The statue was burly and fierce-looking, seated on a throne made of skulls, with a human skin rug beneath its feet.
In its hand, it held a creature resembling a marten or a rabbit, with white fur and a ring of golden hair around its neck, quite extraordinary.
In barbarian lore, this was the deity’s fierce guardian beast, capable of stepping on the sun and moon and devouring souls, terrifying indeed.
Lu Xuan, disguised as the Barbarian God, with Cheng Lingzhu transformed into the guardian beast, lay in his hand.
After the old priest finished wiping his tears, he continued his ritual, only to find that no more tribespeople were coming out of the portal, and even the portal itself began to dissipate and shrink.
What was happening?
The old priest was shocked, his barbarian brain unable to comprehend the situation.
“Could it be that something has gone wrong with our god?”
He was shaken, looking up at the Barbarian God, but quickly lowered his gaze again.
One must not look directly at a god!
On the high platform, the statue was majestic and expressionless.
Of course, the old barbarian’s magic failed because Lu Xuan was now seated in its place.
The faith energy the barbarians sacrificed to their deity was all intercepted by him.
Pacing in the temple, the old priest was puzzled and confused. Just then, a tribesperson came to report from outside the temple— “Bad news! The Feathered Tribe are attacking!”
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Chapter 62: Barbarian Tribe Temple
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Southern Ridge was filled with primal forests, rivers, and swamps.
A thousand li south of Iron Beast Mountain lies the Copper Hammer Ridge. Standing beneath the flying boat, Lu Xuan looked down to see a tribe settled there.
However, this tribe showed no signs of order.
In their camp, grass huts stood, large limbs roasted on bonfires, and barbarians fought in the open for a piece of meat, beheading each other in noisy and chaotic battles.
Lu Xuan took a deep breath and chose not to annihilate these humanoid beasts with a single slap. Instead, he granted the request of Yu Bai and Yu Qing to hand these barbarians over to their Feathered Tribe for retribution.
Feathered warriors, known for their bravery, wished to personally avenge their enemies.
Lu Xuan agreed.
After bringing them to this location, the Feathered sisters left the flying boat and headed towards their tribe. Lu Xuan lent them a treasure vehicle capable of traversing various terrains.
Apart from the three main races – barbarians, demons, and humans – the rest of the hundred tribes in the Southern Ridge lived in scattered tribal states.
The barbarian tribes, too, were dispersed but numerous, with fixed territories and a unified leadership, differing from the dispersed hundred tribes.
Lu Xuan, accompanied by Cheng Lingzhu, descended from the flying boat. After storing the flying artifact, he cast a stealth and illusion spell and sneaked into the barbarian tribe to see what they were up to.
In the eastern part of the barbarian tribe, inside a large pit. “Mom, are we going to be eaten?”
A braided-haired little girl asked, her voice trembling with tears.
“Hush, don’t talk.”
The woman beside her, pale-faced, covered her child’s mouth.
They had been captured and thrown into this ‘dungeon’ several days ago.
The barbarians, lacking architectural skills, couldn’t even properly construct their homes, let alone a professional dungeon. So, they dug a large hole and threw all the captured humans into it.
Over these days, whenever the stone slab covering the pit was removed, it meant someone would be taken away.
Now, only a few dozen of the prisoners remained alive in the pit.
They had thought of escaping, but the barbarians, possessing bloodline cultivation methods equivalent to cultivators, would simply tear apart anyone who tried to flee and consume them raw.
Just then, the stone slab covering the dungeon’s entrance loosened and was lifted, allowing a beam of sunlight to pour in.
The woman trembled, holding her child tightly in her arms.
Barbarians had a preference for eating children, and her daughter was the last child remaining in the dungeon.
As she braced for despair, a handsome man appeared at the entrance of the hole, gesturing for the people inside to come out.
“Cruel, chaotic, disorderly…”
Walking through the barbarian tribe, the sights and experiences along the way made Lu Xuan shake his head.
“This is ingrained in the barbarians’ bloodline.”
Cheng Lingzhu sighed.
The barbarians had dominated the Southern Ridge for years, yet in their history, not a single ‘True Immortal’ level powerhouse had emerged.
Their bloodline cultivation methods produced powerful individuals capable of contending with Transcendence Stage cultivators, but none could break through that threshold.
This limitation was likely related to an inherent flaw in their bloodline.
The dungeon to the east housed the captured humans. Lu Xuan knocked out the guards, sealed their cultivation, and then used a mystical technique to reshape the guards into the appearance of the citizens of the Great Yan Dynasty, throwing them into the dungeon.
Given the disorderly nature of the barbarians, even if they noticed the guards’ disappearance, they would simply assume they had gone elsewhere.
However, it remained to be seen if they could tell the difference when it came time for roasting meat.
Lu Xuan used a spatial technique to take the Great Yan citizens into his sleeve and then headed towards the center of the barbarian tribe.
There, a large temple stood.
Inside the barbarian temple, a priest garbed in animal skins held up a bone artifact, chanting in a cryptic tone.
Before him, a portal made of grey mist opened, and one by one, barbarians emerged from it, leaving the temple.
“It seems that the Barbarian God has truly revived.”
Lu Xuan’s eyes darkened.
The barbarians neither cultivated the land nor studied spells or the art of formation. However, with the construction of their temples, they could connect with the Barbarian God through the power of faith, transporting their kin from distant lands to their location.
Lu Xuan felt it was like playing a game.
In any part of the Southern Ridge, as long as a temple was built, the barbarians could instantly muster forces.
Acting as the idol who pays for the fans’ actions, the Confucian Saint killed the Barbarian God with three punches, and the barbarians’ account for sacrificial faith was canceled, losing their ability to rapidly increase their forces.
Many of the barbarians’ secret techniques relied on the power of faith.
After the death of their deity, the entire barbarian race was greatly weakened, transforming from the once powerful rulers of the Southern Ridge to the feeble and wretched barbarians of today.
The elderly priest, offering sacrifices to the Barbarian God, couldn’t help but recall the past, with tears streaming down his face.
The barbarians had suffered such humiliation in the past, being ostracized by both the demon and human races, confined to this corner of the world, deprived even of the freedom to eat humans.
But now, with the return of their deity, they would lead the entire barbarian race to regain their former glory.
To restore the barbarians’ honor was a duty they could not shirk!
The old priest was filled with lofty aspirations.
Wiping his tears, he remembered he had a great-granddaughter born a few days ago.
In his joy today, he decided to feast on her, making her the main dish.
While the old priest was wiping his tears, Lu Xuan leaped onto the altar and scooped up the towering Barbarian God statue, storing it in his magical storage item.
Then, using an illusion technique to alter his appearance, he took its place.
The statue was burly and fierce-looking, seated on a throne made of skulls, with a human skin rug beneath its feet.
In its hand, it held a creature resembling a marten or a rabbit, with white fur and a ring of golden hair around its neck, quite extraordinary.
In barbarian lore, this was the deity’s fierce guardian beast, capable of stepping on the sun and moon and devouring souls, terrifying indeed.
Lu Xuan, disguised as the Barbarian God, with Cheng Lingzhu transformed into the guardian beast, lay in his hand.
After the old priest finished wiping his tears, he continued his ritual, only to find that no more tribespeople were coming out of the portal, and even the portal itself began to dissipate and shrink.
What was happening?
The old priest was shocked, his barbarian brain unable to comprehend the situation.
“Could it be that something has gone wrong with our god?”
He was shaken, looking up at the Barbarian God, but quickly lowered his gaze again.
One must not look directly at a god!
On the high platform, the statue was majestic and expressionless.
Of course, the old barbarian’s magic failed because Lu Xuan was now seated in its place.
The faith energy the barbarians sacrificed to their deity was all intercepted by him.
Pacing in the temple, the old priest was puzzled and confused. Just then, a tribesperson came to report from outside the temple— “Bad news! The Feathered Tribe are attacking!”
Chapter 62: Barbarian Tribe TempleTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy TranslationThe Southern Ridge was filled with primal forests, rivers, and swamps.A thousand li south of Iron Beast Mountain lies the Copper Hammer Ridge. Standing beneath the flying boat, Lu Xuan looked down to see a tribe settled there.However, this tribe showed no signs of order.In their camp, grass huts stood, large limbs roasted on bonfires, and barbarians fought in the open for a piece of meat, beheading each other in noisy and chaotic battles.Lu Xuan took a deep breath and chose not to annihilate these humanoid beasts with a single slap. Instead, he granted the request of Yu Bai and Yu Qing to hand these barbarians over to their Feathered Tribe for retribution.Feathered warriors, known for their bravery, wished to personally avenge their enemies.Lu Xuan agreed.After bringing them to this location, the Feathered sisters left the flying boat and headed towards their tribe. Lu Xuan lent them a treasure vehicle capable of traversing various terrains.Apart from the three main races barbarians, demons, and humans the rest of the hundred tribes in the Southern Ridge lived in scattered tribal states.The barbarian tribes, too, were dispersed but numerous, with fixed territories and a unified leadership, differing from the dispersed hundred tribes.Lu Xuan, accompanied by Cheng Lingzhu, descended from the flying boat. After storing the flying artifact, he cast a stealth and illusion spell and sneaked into the barbarian tribe to see what they were up to.In the eastern part of the barbarian tribe, inside a large pit. Mom, are we going to be eaten?A braided-haired little girl asked, her voice trembling with tears.Hush, don't talk.The woman beside her, pale-faced, covered her child's mouth.They had been captured and thrown into this dungeon' several days ago.The barbarians, lacking architectural skills, couldn't even properly construct their homes, let alone a professional dungeon. So, they dug a large hole and threw all the captured humans into it.Over these days, whenever the stone slab covering the pit was removed, it meant someone would be taken away.Now, only a few dozen of the prisoners remained alive in the pit.They had thought of escaping, but the barbarians, possessing bloodline cultivation methods equivalent to cultivators, would simply tear apart anyone who tried to flee and consume them raw.Just then, the stone slab covering the dungeon's entrance loosened and was lifted, allowing a beam of sunlight to pour in.The woman trembled, holding her child tightly in her arms.Barbarians had a preference for eating children, and her daughter was the last child remaining in the dungeon.As she braced for despair, a handsome man appeared at the entrance of the hole, gesturing for the people inside to come out.Cruel, chaotic, disorderlyWalking through the barbarian tribe, the sights and experiences along the way made Lu Xuan shake his head.This is ingrained in the barbarians' bloodline.Cheng Lingzhu sighed.The barbarians had dominated the Southern Ridge for years, yet in their history, not a single True Immortal' level powerhouse had emerged.Their bloodline cultivation methods produced powerful individuals capable of contending with Transcendence Stage cultivators, but none could break through that threshold.This limitation was likely related to an inherent flaw in their bloodline.The dungeon to the east housed the captured humans. Lu Xuan knocked out the guards, sealed their cultivation, and then used a mystical technique to reshape the guards into the appearance of the citizens of the Great Yan Dynasty, throwing them into the dungeon.Given the disorderly nature of the barbarians, even if they noticed the guards' disappearance, they would simply assume they had gone elsewhere.However, it remained to be seen if they could tell the difference when it came time for roasting meat.Lu Xuan used a spatial technique to take the Great Yan citizens into his sleeve and then headed towards the center of the barbarian tribe.There, a large temple stood.Inside the barbarian temple, a priest garbed in animal skins held up a bone artifact, chanting in a cryptic tone.Before him, a portal made of grey mist opened, and one by one, barbarians emerged from it, leaving the temple.It seems that the Barbarian God has truly revived.Lu Xuan's eyes darkened.The barbarians neither cultivated the land nor studied spells or the art of formation. However, with the construction of their temples, they could connect with the Barbarian God through the power of faith, transporting their kin from distant lands to their location.Lu Xuan felt it was like playing a game.In any part of the Southern Ridge, as long as a temple was built, the barbarians could instantly muster forces.Acting as the idol who pays for the fans' actions, the Confucian Saint killed the Barbarian God with three punches, and the barbarians' account for sacrificial faith was canceled, losing their ability to rapidly increase their forces.Many of the barbarians' secret techniques relied on the power of faith.After the death of their deity, the entire barbarian race was greatly weakened, transforming from the once powerful rulers of the Southern Ridge to the feeble and wretched barbarians of today.The elderly priest, offering sacrifices to the Barbarian God, couldn't help but recall the past, with tears streaming down his face.The barbarians had suffered such humiliation in the past, being ostracized by both the demon and human races, confined to this corner of the world, deprived even of the freedom to eat humans.But now, with the return of their deity, they would lead the entire barbarian race to regain their former glory.To restore the barbarians' honor was a duty they could not shirk!The old priest was filled with lofty aspirations.Wiping his tears, he remembered he had a great-granddaughter born a few days ago.In his joy today, he decided to feast on her, making her the main dish.While the old priest was wiping his tears, Lu Xuan leaped onto the altar and scooped up the towering Barbarian God statue, storing it in his magical storage item.Then, using an illusion technique to alter his appearance, he took its place.The statue was burly and fierce-looking, seated on a throne made of skulls, with a human skin rug beneath its feet.In its hand, it held a creature resembling a marten or a rabbit, with white fur and a ring of golden hair around its neck, quite extraordinary.In barbarian lore, this was the deity's fierce guardian beast, capable of stepping on the sun and moon and devouring souls, terrifying indeed.Lu Xuan, disguised as the Barbarian God, with Cheng Lingzhu transformed into the guardian beast, lay in his hand.After the old priest finished wiping his tears, he continued his ritual, only to find that no more tribespeople were coming out of the portal, and even the portal itself began to dissipate and shrink.What was happening?The old priest was shocked, his barbarian brain unable to comprehend the situation.Could it be that something has gone wrong with our god?He was shaken, looking up at the Barbarian God, but quickly lowered his gaze again.One must not look directly at a god!On the high platform, the statue was majestic and expressionless.Of course, the old barbarian's magic failed because Lu Xuan was now seated in its place.The faith energy the barbarians sacrificed to their deity was all intercepted by him.Pacing in the temple, the old priest was puzzled and confused. Just then, a tribesperson came to report from outside the temple Bad news! The Feathered Tribe are attacking!
