Volume 1 Southern Border Chapter 2 Xun Yin Tribe, Nameless Heart Method

  A gentle breeze blows, the moonlight is icy cool, and there is a serene stillness between heaven and earth.

  It was already ten o'clock at midnight, the sky was filled with thick and heavy dark clouds, covering up the dim and lifeless cold moonlight, plunging the entire earth into a hazy night.

  Large chunks of mud mixed with gray-brown mountain rocks piled up houses, simple in style, about 6-7 meters long and wide, the top is a messy mixture of branches and wooden boards.

  On the rough-hewn, massive wooden chopping block stained with crimson, a faint candle flame flickered in the skull of a wild boar, casting eerie shadows on the grey-brown walls adorned with dozens of animal hides of varying sizes.

  In the empty room, strands of eerie mist floated everywhere, continuously emitting a strange and mysterious aura that permeated the entire space.

  In the gloomy and cold atmosphere, Wen Ya sat cross-legged on a coarse rush mat made of hemp in the corner of the room with her eyes tightly closed and an solemn expression.

  His hands intertwined in front of his chest, forming a strange hand seal. With each steady and powerful breath, a pure white mist mixed with the thick earthy smell in the air was inhaled into his body through his nostrils.

  Time passed slowly, minute by minute, second by second. Wen Ya's chest rose and fell in a rhythmic motion, accompanied by the humming sound of his breathing. Thin threads of black and red energy swirled around his sturdy, though small, body, constantly being drawn in and out through his nostrils, inhaling...

  "Crackling and popping" sounds of his skeleton echoed from within Wen Ya's body, faint blood mist shrouded his body, Wen Ya felt as if there were countless extremely fine and micro hot streams flowing between his limbs, darting back and forth like a spirit snake, pure energy slowly but firmly tempered his body to become even stronger, nourishing his bones, cleansing his meridians, refining his muscles...

  Then, the remaining faint black and red energy will reassemble and settle into the dantian.

  ……

  Wen Ya arrived in this mysterious world on a cold winter night with a strong north wind, and before his arrival, Wen Ya only remembered his last assassination failure, the mushroom-like smoke rising up and the dazzling light after the explosion...

  It was as if he had woken up from a deep sleep, and the first thing Wen Ya discovered was that he had actually turned into a soft and tender baby. However, the only thing worth celebrating was that he was still a male with black hair and black eyes!

  After a brief shock, the professionalism of a top killer forced him to calm down quickly. After all, self-reproach would never solve the current problem.

  Wen Ya knew that the more he was in such situations, the more he had to keep his mind clear. It was precisely this high level of psychological quality that allowed Wen Ya to find the weakest link in various assassination tasks with extremely high mortality rates and deliver a fatal blow, which is why he could survive until now.

  The important thing is what he should do next?

  For everything in this world, Wen Ya was strange and novel. Although he had repeatedly anesthetized himself into deceiving that he was still on some uncivilized remote corner of the earth, countless strange and bizarre species still made him clearly aware that he was actually in a mysterious world that was so weird and abnormal.

  ……

  Early morning, sunshine everywhere, dew drops swaying

  The scorching sun shines brightly, with clear skies stretching for miles. The brilliant light spreads across the land, casting a golden glow over the entire world, radiant and unparalleled.

  "The baptism of that old man from the Zu Wu tribe is really effective. Since I performed that soul sacrifice ritual, my cultivation method for the nameless true energy has increased by more than tenfold compared to before...". Slowly exhaling the last mouthful of turbid air, Wen Ya's still somewhat childish face was filled with joyful smiles.

  The cultivation method of the Nameless True Qi was unexpectedly obtained by Wen Ya in his past life on Earth when he was executing a task. Although its power is overbearing and can greatly increase the reaction speed of the cultivator's body and nerves, it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

  In his past life on Earth, Wen Ya spent a full 23 years to barely achieve some results. Even so, taking on a dozen or so well-trained special agents or mercenaries at the same time was still no big deal.

  To a certain extent, Wen Ya was able to complete various tasks with ease and survive in many unexpected dangerous situations, becoming a top-notch killer. Apart from his ability to seize the moment and possess superhuman psychological qualities, the effect of this true energy cultivation method is naturally self-evident!

  ……

  With a vigorous rub of her hair, Wen Ya, who was already six years old in this life, lifted her head and gazed through the window at the sun slowly rising in the east. She pushed open the crudely made door made of pear wood and walked out with big strides.

  "Ah Meng, you're awake! Do you want to eat some fresh fruit first to fill your stomach? Your father will be back soon, and then I'll give you a good scolding!" Wen Ya's mother in this world, a stout and ordinary-looking woman with a bundle of firewood weighing over 100 catties on her shoulder, walked towards him with big strides.

  Wen Ya lifted his head and smiled, answering loudly: "No, Amu, I'm not hungry now. First go to the village entrance."

  "Oh, be careful then, don't run too far away. Village South's Second Head said that a group of venomous lizards have recently moved into Gui Cuo Valley, it's very dangerous!" Wen Ya's mother reminded loudly while unloading the firewood from her shoulder onto one side of the stove.

  "Got it!" Wen Ya casually pulled out a long green grass from beside him, put it in his mouth, hummed, and ran off on his own.

  In this almost uncivilized barbarian tribe, except for women, boys under the age of twelve are not qualified to have a name until they personally capture their first prey.

  So basically they are all called in order of birth time, one two three four five six seven.

  Wen Ya was very lucky because of his special physique, he had the potential to become the next generation of Wu, so at the age of two, he was exceptionally performed the Soul Sacrifice Ritual by the tribal witch.

  The Soul Sacrifice Ritual is an extremely ancient ritual in the Xun tribe, said to date back to the distant primitive era. It has a long history and is solemn and serious. Only the descendants with special physiques that appear once every ten years in the tribe are qualified to perform this ritual.

  As for what kind of physique is considered special, apart from the tribe's highest shaman, no one knows.

  On the night of worship in a year, all women and children in the tribe will consciously hide at home and are not allowed to go out, so as not to profane the supreme ancestral spirits.

  As for the men in the tribe, they put on their upper body and feet, gathered inside the ancient cave used for sacrifice.

  They will put the tribal witch elder's secret potion made from a certain proportion of barbaric beast blood and medicinal materials into the ditch in the altar.

  And then place the infant's body in the central position on the altar, to be baptized by the blood of a hundred beasts.

  The most important and crucial step is that the tribal shaman personally uses an ancient secret method to slaughter a ferocious wild beast, extract its living soul, and inject it into the child's body for absorption.

  And the boy's future achievements can also be seen from the rate at which he absorbs the fierce beast's life soul. The more special his physique, the higher his potential, and the more ferocious and powerful the fierce beasts he can absorb will be, and the higher the proportion of life souls he can absorb.

  But in the year that Wenya held a soul-offering ritual, his father and other men of the tribe were extremely lucky to capture an adult python that was already badly injured at the edge of a dense forest.

  After the most intense struggle, at the cost of seven or eight people being seriously injured, that giant python with scales as hard as steel, which was almost invulnerable to swords and guns, and possessed incredible strength, was finally captured!

  Having successfully absorbed the entire essence of the soul of the python, Wen Ya was immediately regarded by the tribal shaman as his most orthodox successor for the next generation. At the same time, he also acquired his own name - 'Mang'.

  ……

  The sun is like fire, splashing out a piece of scorching brilliance, it's already 12:10!

  At the entrance of the village, on a vast open space paved with yellowish-brown mud, more than a hundred burly men wearing tattered animal hides, resembling evil spirits, were waving huge axes, steel knives, and heavy cow-horn bows in their hands, yelling excitedly.

  Next to them, big or small, stout and sturdy wild beasts with beautiful fur were tied up by thick creepers as thick as a man's wrist, struggling and howling in despair.

  It was in the tribe, more than 100 big men who went out hunting, apparently, this is another big harvest.

  In the center of a vast open space, thirty or forty boys around eleven or twelve years old, with noses still running and snot hanging from their mouths, were wildly swinging massive wooden clubs as thick as an adult's calf, engaging in fierce hand-to-hand combat.

  "Boom, boom, boom..." The powerful sound reverberated continuously, a sturdy wooden stick wrapped in whirling gusts of wind, "boom, boom" pounding non-stop!

  Don't look at these young boys who are only eleven or twelve years old, but one by one they reveal their chests, with sturdy figures and boundless strength.

  Everyone's eyes were red, roaring like beasts, the hands holding the sticks were not unfamiliar at all, the thick and thin wooden rods were smashing towards the small brain on the opposite side without any scruples!

  "Bang, bang......". The wooden sticks collided with each other in a frenzy, producing a series of thunderous clashing sounds, amidst flying wood chips.

  Children were occasionally knocked to the ground and let out pained wails.

  Everyone was hysterically yelling and frantically engaging in a crazy group fight.

  "Crack!" Another sturdy wooden stick was brutally broken on the little head, a painful twist on the blue and swollen face, and in the moment when the boy fell down, it seemed to still have a hint of relief.

  The remaining people turned a blind eye and didn't intervene. No one stopped them, they still had red eyes, panting heavily, sweating profusely as they desperately fought each other!

  A cacophony of voices, chaotic and deafening, reverberated throughout the entire arena, shaking the ground beneath. A torrent of abuse poured out from the mouths of the burly men returning from hunting at the edge of the arena: "Beat this little runt to death, knock him flat with one blow...!"

  The violent fight was still going on, Wen Ya stood at the edge of the field with a expressionless face, looking at everything in front of her, her young and tender face was cold, without even a hint of emotional fluctuation.

  Wen Yiduo was never a saint who sympathized with heaven and pitied the people. He wasn't in the past, and he won't be in the future!

  Having seen bloody killings and dirty deals, Wen Ya had long understood the logic of survival of the fittest.

  Pitiful cries echoed one after another, fierce battles raged on in waves. The reason for such frantic training was only one - to survive in the future hunts!

  This is the cruel law of this world.