Chapter Thirty-Three: The Great War Three Hundred Years Ago

  He closed the old book in his hand, stretched his waist against the wind, and stood up.

  The classics collected in the secret hall had been flipped through three or four times by him, and he had long since memorized them. Since Yun Cong left Qinglong Valley, more than half a year had passed, and no other children had entered the valley. Ling Feng lived alone, feeling extremely bored, so during his free time, he would come to the secret hall to flip through the classics and pass the time.

  Turning to leave the stone chamber, Lingfeng followed the path, passing through the hall and walking outwards. This secret temple was where the Soul Clan's Grand Priest cultivated in seclusion, and although Lingfeng could enter here to browse through the scriptures, he didn't dare move about carelessly, lest he disturb the Grand Priest's cultivation - a crime for which he would be unable to bear the blame!

  It's strange to say that Ling Feng has been in the valley for half a year, but he has never seen this peerless strongman.

  The great priest of the Soul Clan, Salomon, is revered by tens of thousands in the Southern Wilderness, and his name echoes even louder than that of another powerful figure, the Barbarian King Dong Lei. Such a great personage is not easily seen!

  Ling Feng knew in his heart that he wasn't worthy enough for the High Priest to summon him personally.

  He walked through the hall and soon came to the entrance of the secret temple leading to the outside world. His eyes looked at the cave entrance blocked by a giant stone, and Ling Feng's face showed a sly smile.

  He reached into his waist pouch and pulled out a soft, unknown bird feather. He walked forward and gently scratched the surface of the giant stone with the feather in his hand. After a few strokes, the giant stone that blocked the entrance to the cave suddenly seemed to come alive and let out a loud "Haha" laugh.

  "Ouch! Ouch! Ling Feng, you little scamp, stop it at once!"

  A low voice came, and immediately only a few loud noises were heard. The huge stone blocking the entrance had moved aside, and the door was wide open.

  Ling Feng held a feather fan in his hand and walked out with a smile.

  "Shibo, the itch is quite pleasant, isn't it!" He looked at the human-shaped giant stone beside the cave entrance with a sly expression and smiled.

  "You little scamp, always causing trouble for me!" A huge and terrifying face appeared on the giant rock's head, with a pair of yellowish-brown eyes staring at Ling Feng. The massive mouth opened and closed, emitting a low, hoarse voice.

  "Who made our relationship the best!"

  Ling Feng burst out laughing and with a loud whoop, he stamped his feet on the ground and leaped into the air, landing squarely on the shoulder of the giant humanoid stone statue.

  In the Valley of the Hidden Dragon, Ling Feng can only come into contact with three people: the three main elder masters, Master Cui Shang, Tai Bo who is in charge of food and drink, and Shi Jian, the Rock Tribe elder guarding the secret temple entrance.

  The first few were not bad to him, but there was very little verbal communication between them. As for the three elders, Ling Feng kept a respectful heart towards them and would quickly hide when he saw them, let alone go forward to communicate with them emotionally.

  As for Master Lin and Tai Bo, even if Ling Feng took the initiative to talk to them, they would only utter a few vague words before turning around and leaving, as if they didn't want to talk to him much.

  It was Shi Jian, the Rock Tribe elder who guarded the Secret Temple's entrance. He looked ferocious and frightening, but in reality, he had a very kind heart. After getting familiar with Ling Feng, they developed a deep affection for each other.

  Life in the valley was dull and monotonous. Ling Feng would often come to talk to Shi Jian when he was bored, sometimes playing pranks on him too. However, Shi Jian didn't mind, treating Ling Feng like a nephew, and wouldn't get angry even when teased.

  "Why are you out so early today?" Shi Jian's massive head 'heh heh' turned towards Ling Feng, his huge mouth opening into a smile as he asked.

  "All the classics in the secret chamber have been read by me three or four times, and I've already memorized them. Looking at them again wouldn't be very interesting. It's better to spend time chatting with you, Uncle Shi!" Ling Feng said with a smile.

  "Hmm, being remembered by you little guy at all times, I'm also considered to be blessed with good fortune!" Shi Jian's tone was somewhat helpless, yet full of doting affection.

  "Haha!" Ling Feng smiled smugly, tilting his small head to one side and asked: "Uncle Shi, you stand here every day, don't you find it boring?"

  "We, the Rock Tribe, embody the mountain rocks. Even if we sleep for a hundred years, it's just a snap of the fingers. This feeling of dryness and dullness, I have never experienced before!"

  "Even if you don't feel bored and suffocated, can't you... miss your own family?"

  "Family?"

  Ling Feng's question seemed to stir up Shi Jian's old hatred, and he didn't speak for a long time. Only the yellowish-brown pupils of his eyes revealed endless resentment.

  "My whole family is gone!"

  "Huh?"

  With a low sigh, his voice was filled with endless bitterness. Shi Jian's tone was mournful as he said: "Three hundred years ago, the great war that took place in Black Stone City resulted in heavy casualties for all tribes of South Desolation. Among them, my Rock Tribe lost three hundred people, and my wife and children were killed by those evil cultivators during that battle!"

  Three hundred years ago, the great war that took place in Blackstone City was recorded in the secret archives of the temple, and Ling Feng naturally knew about it. At that time, the Xiu Xian Men faction gathered tens of thousands of people to invade Blackstone City, and the Nan Huang Alien Alliance also mobilized its forces to engage in a bloody battle with the cultivators outside the city.

  There are many cultivators, and they are constantly being reinforced. Relying on the power of various secret treasures and magical instruments, they have taken an absolute advantage. The Southern Barbarian tribes, under the strong attack of the Cultivation Sects, have become a passive defensive side, unable to counterattack. Seeing their people suffering heavy casualties, the Tribal Alliance had no choice but to reach a ceasefire agreement with the Cultivation Sects, and was forced to provide them with large quantities of goods every year in exchange for peace and quiet.

  That war was also the last major battle between the Xian cultivators and the Alien Alliance. From then on, for a full 300 years, there were no more large-scale battles between the two sides. Although small skirmishes occurred from time to time, they did not shake the overall ceasefire situation.

  Of course, the alien alliance has to offer a large number of goods to the immortal door every year, otherwise it is hard to guarantee that the war between the two sides will not break out again.

  "Uncle Shi, I have something unclear!" Ling Feng saw Shi Jian's sorrowful expression and quickly changed the subject. "From what I know, 300 years ago, there were six extraordinary strongmen among the Southern Barbarian tribes. Logically speaking, if they had joined forces, they should have been able to turn the tide and repel the invading cultivators. But according to historical records, none of the six masters took action at that time. What exactly happened?"

  "What you said is true, three hundred years ago, the six peerless experts of my Nanhuang tribe indeed existed, but for some reason, four of them disappeared without a trace, leaving only Lord Solomon and Lord Lei. On the other hand, the cultivators have seven Yuan Ying masters, so in terms of strength comparison, we are still at a disadvantage!"

  The Xianyuan cultivator, that is a peerless strongman who can be compared with the likes of Zhong Lei and others. In a 7-to-2 situation, the foreign tribe is naturally at an absolute disadvantage.

  Shi Jian let out a sigh and continued, "In a battle between two extremely powerful beings, it's extremely difficult for one side to completely annihilate the other. Although the two of you working together may not be a match for the seven Nascent Soul cultivators, if you were to flee with all your might, they would have no way of stopping you. At the same time, as you said, with the two of your divine abilities, taking care of any cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage would be easier than crushing ants on the ground. Therefore, although cultivators hold an absolute advantage, they don't dare to pressure too hard, and once they achieve their goal, they will retreat on their own!"

  "So that's how it is!"

  Ling Feng felt relieved after hearing this. It turned out that 300 years ago, during the great war, although the cultivators had enough strength to wipe out the Southern Barbarian tribe, they could not kill off Gui Lei and Salomon. Once the Southern Barbarian tribe suffered a devastating blow, the two would definitely take strong revenge. Although Yuan Ying cultivators were fearless, those below Yuan Ying who encountered the two would only end up falling and dying!

  To say nothing of the others, as long as Gui Lei and Salomon lie in ambush, specializing in sniping at cultivators below the Yuan Ying stage, the Xiu Xian Men Pai will not be able to withstand it for a long time.

  An unparalleled powerhouse is equivalent to a national treasure, capable of safeguarding peace and stability in one region!

  Cultivators are not soft-hearted, they are willing to sign a ceasefire agreement, mainly because they fear the two Southern Barbarian's unparalleled strongmen, Zhu Lei and Salomon.

  "That battle, the two sides' strongest warriors had a tacit agreement not to make a move. The cultivators had many people and were in high spirits, but I, Nanhuang, only had eight tribes participating in the war out of twelve, so naturally we were at a disadvantage and suffered a crushing defeat!" Shi Jian shook his head and sighed, his tone somewhat helpless, "If the four guardian tribes had joined the battle alliance that day, perhaps the outcome would have been reversed!"

  Among the twelve alien tribes of Nanhuang, the four tribes of Mu, Huo, Yue and Bu Si have been guarding the Witch God Temple for generations, so they are called the Four Guardian Tribes.

  The Witch God Temple, located in the depths of the forbidden misty forest in South Wilderness, is said to be the site of the ancient witch tribe and also the sacred place where the twelve tribes of South Wilderness worship their gods. The four tribes guarding the temple have lived here for generations, shouldering the heavy responsibility of defending the temple against outsiders.

  The ancestors of the four tribes had all made a vow, binding their descendants to never set foot outside the misty forest for generations. Therefore, in that great war three hundred years ago, although the alien alliance repeatedly sought help, the guardian four tribes still did not break their oath and join the battle.

  The four tribes of the temple, each with their own witchcraft and secret arts, are more powerful than other alien tribes. If they had broken their oath and come out that day, perhaps there would have been a different outcome.

  In response to this, the Allied Tribes had some reservations but couldn't say much. Even the two peerless experts, Chu Lei and Solomon, were unable to force the four tribes to go against their ancestors' teachings.

  Fortunately, the cultivators who invaded Nanhuang only wanted to seize a large amount of resources, and after achieving their goal, they would leave on their own.

  But for the Southern Xinjiang Ethnic Alliance, losing some resources is nothing, but as the descendants of the witch god, they cannot tolerate being bullied by foreign enemies at their doorstep!

  For the cultivators' hatred, it has long been like a seed in their hearts, taking root and sprouting, growing more and more prosperous. They are waiting for an opportunity to give their enemies a fatal blow and restore their clan's former glory.

  For this day, the various ethnic groups of Nanhua have been planning for many years and believe that it will be realized soon.

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