Chapter 6 The Mountain People

  This is a dense mountain forest. Standing at the top of the mountain and looking out, under the night sky, it's pitch black and endless, with only tall and sturdy trees everywhere. A few nocturnal birds were suddenly frightened, hiding in the dark shadows of the trees, making eerie and unpleasant calls, adding a few more ominous atmosphere to the nighttime forest.

  A sudden rustling of grass and leaves was followed by the appearance of a majestic tiger, about 15 feet in length, with a shiny black coat, which sprang out of the bushes in a state of panic.

  The black tiger's four legs had not yet touched the ground when suddenly a twisted void appeared in front of it, and Mo Qi, who was covered in blood plasma, heavily crashed out and smashed into the black tiger. The ferocious black tiger instinctively slapped its paw towards Mo Qi's head, with a tiger claw as large as a palm fan stirring up a fierce wind that could shatter a stone into powder.

  From the rear mountain forest came several shouts and curses, five or six arrows shot out with a shrill breaking wind sound.

  The thicket was again stirred, and a strange creature with three heads like a deer, but only one horn on its forehead, rushed out carrying three sturdy men wearing coarse linen clothes.

  The black tiger heard the sound of an arrow piercing the air from behind, it didn't have time to smash its head, hastily twisting its waist, its massive body hastily moved sideways, and the arrow narrowly brushed past its body. A few cold stars flashed rapidly across the black tiger's dark and shiny fur, leaving a few fine hairs in the wake of the sharp arrowhead.

  The black tiger that was scared out of its wits had not yet fallen to the ground when three sturdy men drove their mounts at high speed to get behind it.

  A pure iron long spear as thick as a small sea bowl suddenly pierced under the black tiger's abdomen, and the strong man holding the long spear took advantage of the sudden rush of his mount to make a mighty thrust. The heavy body of the black tiger, which weighed at least two or three thousand catties, was instantly tilted to one side.

  The body lost its balance, and when the black tiger fell to the ground, it was unsteady on its feet and rolled around on the ground a few times.

  The other two burly men let out shrill whoops, their coarse shouts rising as they swung their knife and sword in powerful arcs that bit deep into the Black Tiger's neck. The Black Tiger, its footing unsure, was unable to dodge in time, and the blade and sword struck true, biting deep into either side of its neck. In the dark forest, two geysers of blood shot up, several meters high.

  The black tiger let out a desperate roar, exerting all its strength to swing its waist and hips fiercely. The thick tiger tail swept out with a burst of wild wind, hitting the burly man holding the large knife right in the chest, sending him flying seven or eight zhang away.

  A cracking sound of broken ribs came, the sturdy man who was knocked flying sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, fell to the ground and rolled around for a while, unable to get up again.

  The burly man who had just thrown the black tiger roared, and the iron spear shot out like a poisonous snake, fiercely stabbing into the black tiger's neck.

  Several arrows shot from the rear, precisely hitting the black tiger's plump buttocks. The arrows were coated with a strong anesthetic, and after suffering several severe injuries, the black tiger convulsed on the ground, scratching and crawling wildly for a while before finally stiffening up.

  Several robust men riding strange deer and holding strong bows slowly emerged from the grass, and everyone cheered in unison.

  The big man with the iron spear dropped his weapon, hastily jumped off his mount, grabbed his companion who was blown away by the tiger's tail, and brought him to the tiger's neck which was bleeding profusely. The injured big man quickly opened his mouth and swallowed the tiger's blood frantically, and in a short while, he was able to support himself and stand up with difficulty.

  The Han people cheered again. At this time, a man holding a strong bow just discovered the naked Wu Qi lying on the ground.

  Several people gathered around Wu Qi, wiping away the thick blood stains on his chest with force. They looked at the fragmented skin on his chest, nodded, and whispered a few words in low voices. Then they dragged Wu Qi to the side of the fierce tiger, pried open his mouth, and poured a bellyful of tiger's blood into him.

  They roughly threw the tiger, which was as limp as a ragged sack, onto the back of a mount, and several sturdy men cheerfully cut down branches, made a stretcher, and carried the massive tiger away, humming a rough and unknown tune, happily crossing mountains and ridges.

  When he came to from his swoon, he was lying on a bed that reeked of the stench of wild beasts.

  This is a long wooden house, built with rough-hewn logs about two feet in diameter, the bark still on the tree trunks, and some of the stronger trunks have even sprouted new branches two or three feet long, but no one has tended to them.

  Inside the hut, apart from a crude wooden table and several logs serving as stools, there was only this stone bed where Mo Qi lay. On the stone bed, which was cut out of mountain rocks, dozens of animal hides were scattered about in disorder. The tanning technique used on these hides wasn't very good, and they still carried the natural body odor of wild beasts. There were hides from ferocious beasts like tigers, bears, and leopards, as well as some other unknown animals that Mo Qi couldn't identify.

  Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, and a strong, gentle power emerged from within him. With the "Water Spirit Meridian" of the Seven Heavenly Thieves' Veins as its core, it instantly spread throughout his body. Concentrating his mind and looking inward, he could faintly feel that the thick and sturdy meridians inside him were shining with a pale blue water light.

  "The Seven Mysteries of Building Spirit: The Water Source Chapter", the way internal energy runs is so 'familiar'.

  His eyes welled up with big tears streaming down, his body convulsed violently, almost crying out in pain.

  During the transmission of Wu Wang and Le Xiao's physical bodies turned to ashes, their souls were also crushed into the smallest soul particles. When the mysterious figure imparted the "Thief Scripture" to Mo Qi, all the soul particles rushed into Mo Qi's sea of consciousness under the influence of the external huge pressure, merging with Mo Qi's soul.

  Flipping through the memories and knowledge that suddenly appeared in his soul, a thread of fresh blood suddenly burst from the corner of his mouth.

  Wu Wang and Le Xiao Bai's entire experience and knowledge were all infused into the soul of Wu Qi, becoming a part of Wu Qi's soul.

  He also obtained Wu Wang's entire combat knowledge and combat will, all his combat experience and various strange experiences. He also got Le Xiao Bai's demon-level knowledge reserve, as well as his amazing memory and comprehension!

  Stealing the scripture, stealing the scripture, taking others' surplus to make up for one's own deficiency! At first, when practicing the stolen scripture, don't ask for the greatest benefit, it really comes from your most respected master and closest friends! This is equivalent to Wu Neng swallowing Wu Wang and Yue Xiaobai's souls, how can he not be heartbroken, how can he not be sorrowful?

  Wu Wang's left foot exploded in a massive explosion, and both the cause and effect were unknown.

  Before infiltrating the Tian Xiang Men as an undercover agent, Wu Wang had a terrifyingly powerful metal hydrogen bomb implanted in his left leg. The bomb was linked to Wu Wang's vital signs; when Wu Wang's life ended and his heart stopped beating, the bomb would explode.

  Knowing that they had entered the Tai Xu Da Nuo Yi formation, the three of them would definitely not survive. Wu Wang was furious and self-destructed, detonating the explosives in his leg bones. As a result, it triggered a chain reaction of the Tai Xu Da Nuo Yi formation, blasting Miao Yuan Dao Jun and Shang Guan Ye into nothingness.

  "Master! Master!"

  "And besides, Le Xiao Bai, you're just going to die like this?"

  Wu Qi's body curled up, and he suddenly burst into loud wailing. He cried with blood and tears streaming down his face, his body shaking violently.

  No matter how many things he had done in Tiānchuǎn Mén and no matter how many great events he had experienced, after all, he was just a teenager.

  His master who had a life-redeeming favor to him was dead, his brother who was as close as hands and feet was dead, the young men of the Greedy Wolf Group with whom he spent day and night were all killed by someone. He himself was trapped in the Taiwu Da Nuo Yi Array without knowing where he was, and felt that he was a kite with a broken string, drifting aimlessly, losing direction, and losing his goal.

  Just as the wailing was getting louder, the wooden door of the house was suddenly kicked open by someone. A burly man, over two meters tall, strode in. He slammed a large ceramic bowl, about the size of a small basin, onto the table and bellowed: "You, are you a man or a woman? What's all this crying about?"

  The Great Han's voice is rough and unpleasant to listen to, his words are also extremely crude, and he has a strong local accent.

  Don't pretend you don't understand the language, fortunately, he has integrated all of Wu Wang and Le Xiao Bai's memories and experiences. Wu Wang is knowledgeable and has traveled extensively around the world; Le Xiao Bai has a genius-level IQ and had learned various languages from around the world, including dialects from African indigenous tribes.

  So, don't beg for understanding of the Great Han's words.

  The accent of this man is somewhat similar to the dialects in the eastern part of Hebei province, particularly in Tianjin, but with some rural slang. When Wu Wang was training near a village in a certain mountainous area that had been closed off for a long time, the accent of the elderly people in that village was about 50-60% similar to this man's.

  Wiping away the blood and tears from his eyes, he struggled to stand up, then bowed with a fist in greeting to Da Han.

  "Thank you, Uncle, for saving my life. Uncle said, men shouldn't cry."

  Scolded by Da Han, Wu Qi suddenly realized that there was no need to cry. If Miao Yuan Dao Jun and Shang Guan Ye were not dead, he would work hard to cultivate and find a way back to avenge them. If they were dead, then he would eradicate the Qingcheng Sect to avenge Wu Wang, Le Xiao Bai, and the brothers of the Greedy Wolf Gang.

  Wu Wang's willpower had a profound effect on Wu Qi, who immediately stopped crying and made a swift decision.

  The weak and feeble aura on his body disappeared completely, replaced by a sharp and cold killing intent that spread out quietly like a steel knife.

  Da Han nodded in agreement, pointing to the large ceramic bowl on the table and laughing: "This is what you guys are! Hey, I got a bowl of tiger meat for you, hurry up and eat it to replenish your energy. The meat of the night-light tiger, men who eat it will become strong and virile, women who eat it will have increased milk production, it's the best thing ever!"

  He paused, and suddenly his eyes bulged out as he pointed at Wu Qiu and shouted: "What did you call me? Uncle? Am I that old? I'm only fourteen this year, you called me uncle? You bastard, am I that old?"

  Only fourteen years old?

  Don't gaze at the tall and sturdy Han, with a height of over two meters, gazing at his face covered in dense black hair, looking at his weathered appearance and rough temperament, is this what a fourteen-year-old boy should look like?

  But perhaps the way of counting years here is different from the year, month and day that you are used to?

  Having understood this principle, Wu Qian hastily bowed to Da Han and said: "I was wrong. Thank you for saving me, young brother!"

  The little brother with a face full of black hair laughed three times, pulled out two coarse hemp clothes from the animal skin bag at his waist and threw them to Wu Qi, laughing: "Little brother, I love hearing this. Hurry up and eat meat, our tribe's elder wants to ask you questions!"

  With a satisfied shake of his head, the big man tossed down the begging bowl and walked out of the wooden hut with a swagger.

  He stared blankly at the large ceramic bowl on the table, looking at the at least five kilograms of tiger meat inside, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

  He let out a sigh and forced down a few pieces of coarse tiger meat, took two sips of the broth to quench his thirst, and then walked out with large strides.

  A picturesque mountain village suddenly appeared before Mu Qi's eyes.

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