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“She’s actually such a strong female warrior.”
“She must be one of the geniuses participating in the Beichen Ceremony, a guest of the Beichen tribe. Young Master Kunming kicked an iron plate this time…”
…
The barbarians nearby opened up a path and began discussing in a low voice.
“Fang Yuan!”
Brutal Moon’s face was a little red as she put a cloth against her body. “What do you think about this?”
“Uh, not bad…” Fang Yuan responded casually. “Kunming had guards by his side. Seems like he has some background. Aren’t you afraid?”
“What’s there to be afraid of? He’s not a totem warrior. The two guards with him are ordinary people too. Even if he’s the Beichen Tribal Leader’s son, he won’t amount to anything. He’s merely a tool to carry on the bloodline…” Brutal Moon sneered.
“On the other hand, we are noble bloodline warriors and may even be chosen to enter the Ancestral Court. At a time like this, the Beichen tribe won’t do anything to me. As long as I don’t kill him, he’ll have to treat this beating like it didn’t happen.”
“That’s right. I didn’t expect you to be so far-sighted…”
Fang Yuan was slightly surprised. He thought about Brutal Moon’s performance during the test and felt relieved.
Anyone who could survive the elite selection was worthy of respect.
Soon after, a squad of patrolling guards came to disperse the crowd, as if nothing had happened.
Brutal Moon bought the cloth and asked curiously, “Fang Yuan, did you buy anything?”
“No, this market doesn’t have anything I’m interested in. I’m going to go back and barter with others…” Fang Yuan shook his head. “You can help inquire for me too.”
“Huh? What are you looking for?” Brutal Moon bit her lip, curious.
“I don’t want things like sabers or armor. I’m interested in mystic techniques and combat skills…” Fang Yuan smiled. “I’m exchanging with a bottle of Bloodline Pills.”
“Bloodline Pills? You’re generous.” Brutal Moon sucked in a breath of cold air. “But at this time, you can definitely exchange it for something good!”
The Beichen Ceremony was about to begin. Many tribes would collect sabers, swords, armor, and talismans to increase their combat power.
After swallowing Bloodline Pills, the totem would strengthen, so they were also sought after and raised in value.
As for cultivation techniques, combat skills, and so on, they required a lot of time to cultivate. Without a fast way to cultivate, their value would fall.
This was indeed the best time to exchange.
“If I were you, I’d use the Bloodlines Pills myself…” Brutal Moon muttered. She suddenly looked up. “Fang Yuan, will you exchange them with me?”
“Hmm? What do you have?” Fang Yuan asked in surprise.
Brutal Moon leaned over and whispered into Fang Yuan’s ear, “A magical power manual!”
“What?” Fang Yuan’s eyes sparkled in excitement.
Magical powers!
This was something only cultivators at the Materialization realm would use. According to Brutal Thunder, after advancing your totem to the Materialization realm, the next step was to choose a suitable magical power to cultivate in order to advance to the Primordial Core realm.
Of course, magical powers had strengths and weaknesses, and there were compatibility issues with totems as well. If there was too much difference, a cultivator would have no hope of forming their core in their lifetime.
“According to the distinction between grades, magical powers can be split into ordinary magical powers, great magical powers, and peerless magical powers! You can tell how powerful a force is by looking at the number of magical powers it has.”
The Barbarian Ancestral Court had the greatest number of magical powers, allowing cultivators to find one that was most suitable for their totem.
The Beichen tribe was also in a good position. As for the Flybarb tribe, looking at how Brutal Thunder was still at the Materialization realm, this said a lot about the tribe.
“The reason third-grade totems and above are so sought after is that after entering the Materialization realm, the most suitable magical power will naturally surface…”
Fang Yuan silently gritted his teeth.
One could say that most of the magical power manuals circulating among the barbarians were created and inscribed from these third-grade and above Materialization magical powers.
Unfortunately, these inscribed magical powers were much weaker than the original.
He looked around before replying in an equally soft voice, “This is important, so we’ll talk after we return!”
“All right!” Brutal Moon said cutely while flicking her hair. A faint fragrance drifted by.
The young girl by the side tilted her head as she looked at Fang Yuan, then at Brutal Moon. Suddenly, she giggled slyly and rolled her eyes like a fox.
…
“The value of an ordinary magical power manual far surpasses Bloodline Pills…”
Fang Yuan and Brutal Moon went to a room in their residence, closed the door, and began discussing seriously. “Are you really going to exchange it?”
“Of course!” Brutal Moon lowered her head and fiddled with her braid. “But… I’m only lending it to you. Return it to me after you’re done with it.”
The value of a manual lay in the ability to make copies of it. Even if it was a copy, it had roughly the same value.
“The original copy?” Fang Yuan’s eyes lit up. “In that case, I’ll be taking advantage of you, so of course!”
“Then… shall we exchange?” Brutal Moon’s cheeks turned red. “Turn around!”
“Oh!” Fang Yuan blinked as if he understood something and turned around.
After a series of clicking noises, Brutal Moon’s voice came. “All right! Here!”
“Beast skin?”
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?”
