Volume 1: Heavenly Machine Pavilion Turbulence Chapter 12: Wind Spirit Root

  The ancient and heavy stone temple gate slowly opened, under the gaze of thousands of scorching eyes outside the temple, Bai Shanhai, Chu Yunxiang couple, and the children participating in the Bloodline Washing Ceremony walked out.

  The elders of these children have been waiting anxiously for a long time. As soon as they see their own child come out, they immediately rush forward to ask questions without end.

  As the tribal leader, Baishanhai naturally had the responsibility to inform his people of the results of this blood baptism. With a smile all over his face, he waved his hand to signal his people to quiet down, and then told them from start to finish about the situation of the thirty-seven children who accepted the blood baptism ceremony.

  "...Chu Hei is not only the pride of our Chu Shan tribe, but also the pride of our entire clan. I, Bai Shan Hai, am fortunate to have lived to see the birth of a great Four Souls Warrior in our Chu Shan tribe. Heaven blesses us, and the Shaman gods protect us!"

  After the passionate speech on Baishanhai, the atmosphere in the field seemed to solidify, with thousands of eyes fixed on Chukuro, and after a brief moment, an extremely excited and enthusiastic cheer erupted.

  The small and weak Chu Shan tribe was able to give birth to a great strongman, what does this mean? Every member of the tribe knew it in their hearts.

  When Chu Hei truly became a Four Souls Warrior, becoming an unparalleled strongman alongside the Barbarian King Duan Lei, that was also the time when the Chu Shan tribe flourished!

  Hearing the thunderous applause of his tribesmen, Chu Hei, who was originally dull and taciturn, felt a surge of hot blood throughout his body at this moment. His dark face turned purple-red, and the excitement and excitement in his eyes could not be hidden.

  At the same time, some families were joyful while others were worried.

  Successfully awakened the beast soul bloodline and condensed into a beast pattern child, even if there is no chance to become a four-soul warrior, the strongest, but they can also become an ordinary beast soul warrior, which is better than those children with thin bloodlines who cannot condense out beast patterns!

  These children, mostly girls, with two boys among them, who were unable to condense into beast souls, had their dreams of becoming beast soul warriors terminated in this baptism by blood.

  The situation of girls is slightly better, boys who cannot become beast soul warriors have a low status in the tribe and can only do some miscellaneous chores for their entire lives. They can't even enter the deep mountains to hunt or gather herbs because they don't even have the ability to protect themselves!

  In a tribe that values physical strength, the two boys who were unable to summon beast marks seemed to have already anticipated their unfortunate fate, hiding behind their parents as tears streamed down their faces.

  Ling Feng's current mood is also very bad, following behind Chu Yunxiang and his wife, not making a sound. His situation, the tribal people have already learned from their leader Bai Shanhai, a beast soul bloodline that is extremely powerful, can only be described in two words: tragic!

  Gazes filled with regret and pity fell upon Ling Feng, making his mood even more depressed. He lowered his head and, without caring about anything else, ran towards the less crowded area to his right.

  In this kind of atmosphere, he didn't want to stay for a moment longer and just wanted to leave as soon as possible!

  "Wind!"

  Bai Xiu, who was walking with her husband, saw her son leave without a word and hastily called out to him, but Ling Feng seemed not to have heard and vanished into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

  "Don't worry, it's all right!" Ling Tu comforted his wife, seeing the concern in her heart.

  At the beginning, I didn't know about my son's blood awakening situation, and Ling Tu was particularly tense in his heart. Now that he knows his son has a strong beast soul bloodline, but only condensed into one beast pattern, Ling Tu can't help but feel regretful.

  When he saw Ling Feng's disheartened expression, that hint of regret in his heart had already vanished.

  "It's all my fault for putting too much pressure on Feng Er, that's why he's so down now. Actually, as long as he can become a Beast Soul Warrior, whether it's dual souls or single soul, what's the difference? As long as Feng Er can live happily in the future, this is more important than anything else!" Ling Tu felt a mix of emotions, and after all these years, his mind was finally at ease.

  Ling Tu said goodbye to Chu Yunxiang and his wife, then told his wife Bai Xiu something, and walked in the direction where their son had left.

  "This kid will definitely be there if anything unpleasant happens!" Ling Tu's face showed a faint smile, and he walked forward with big strides.

  By the brookside, Ling Feng sat alone on a bluestone, his belly full of pent-up anger.

  "It's infuriating to think that I had already condensed four beast patterns, but that despicable guy forcibly devoured three of them! Just thinking about it makes my heart feel stifled!" Ling Feng felt uncomfortable in his heart, especially when he recalled the strange little beast sucking away his three beast patterns with an expression of smugness on its face. The memory made Ling Feng's teeth ache with hatred.

  "This guy is a monster? No, how can a monster run into my body...” Ling Feng was resentful and curious about the strange little beast in his body. After thinking for a while, he decided to meet with the little beast again.

  He had made up his mind, but another problem came, Lingfeng couldn't think of a way to enter his own body.

  Meditation, sitting still, and using his mind to drive himself and other methods had all been tried, but he still couldn't enter that hazy space within his body like he could when his blood vessels were awakened.

  "Can't even get in to settle scores with that despicable guy, I'm really having a tough life!"

  Disheartened, he let out a long sigh with intermittent short gasps.

  "Wind!" The familiar voice sounded in his ear, and Ling Feng knew without turning around that the person was his father.

  "Dad!" Ling Feng weakly responded with a single word, then immediately shifted his gaze back to the gurgling brook in front of him.

  Ling Tu saw him looking dejected and smiled as he walked over.

  "Dad, Feng'er has let you and mom down!" Before Ling Tu could speak, Ling Feng had already spoken up.

  "Silly child, your father and mother are not disappointed at all. On the contrary, we are very happy!" Ling Tu stretched out his hand to touch his son's little head, smiling: "My son is the strongest bloodline of a lone soul warrior, and in the future, he will have unparalleled strength among lone soul warriors, just this point alone makes me already satisfied!"

  He paused for a moment, then continued: "Besides, you also possess the Wind Attribute Spirit Root. Feng Er, listen to your uncle say, those who possess Spirit Roots are important to the clan, and their importance is no less than that of a Three-Soul Warrior. You possess strong Beast Soul bloodline and rare Wind Spirit Root, even if you're only a Single-Soul Warrior, you have enough qualifications to become a disciple that the clan focuses on cultivating!"

  Upon hearing this, Ling Feng's eyes lit up and the air of depression around him dissipated significantly.

  "Dad, why does our clan place such importance on family members who possess spiritual roots? And what's with this Wind Attribute Spiritual Root?" This question had been on Lingfeng's mind since he was in the Stone Temple, but at that time, the situation didn't allow him to ask. Now, taking advantage of the rare opportunity for a father-son conversation, Lingfeng immediately sought an explanation from his father for the doubts in his heart.

  "Spirit root, for us Southern Barbarian tribe, spirit root is completely useless!" Ling Tu's gaze fell on him, his tone slow and deliberate: "But, spirit root is extremely important to our arch-enemy, the cultivators. Because, in order to become a cultivator, one must possess a spirit root!"

  At this, Ling Tu glanced at his son and smiled: "Feng Er, the spiritual roots are divided into different attributes and also have good or bad qualities. Your wind attribute spiritual root is extremely rare among cultivators. If you weren't a member of the Nanhuang ethnic group, those cultivators would probably fight to take you in as their disciple!"

  "Father, as you said, since the spiritual root is of no use, why does the clan attach so much importance to the clansmen who possess a spiritual root?" Ling Feng furrowed his brow and continued to ask.

  "This matter is not even clear to your father, and as for the Ling Root, your father also learned about it from your grandfather!" Ling Tu patted his son's shoulder and said with a smile: "Your grandfather served as a guardian warrior in the Witch Temple for twenty years, and had dozens of battles big and small with the cultivators. As for the detailed situation of the cultivators, you'd better ask him yourself!"

  Cultivators, a group completely different from the Southern Barbarian ethnic groups, possess great power and even the Twelve Ethnic Groups Alliance of the Southern Barbarians cannot rival them.

  In Ling Feng's heart, he had long been curious about the three words 'Xian Cultivator'. After hearing what Ling Tu said, he immediately stood up and pulled his father's thick hand, walking together towards their home.

  He is eager to know all the secrets about cultivators at this moment!