Chapter 7: The Enemy of the Barbarians

  Standing at the door of the wooden house and looking far away, there is a rolling blue river several miles ahead.

  The river is nearly a hundred meters wide, with a floating bridge spanning the water. On the other side of the bridge, an earthen road stretches into the dense forest, disappearing from view. On this side of the bridge stand several earth-and-wood arrow towers, while on the bridge itself, two leather ropes are strung up, forming a suspension bridge about ten meters long.

  Behind, a green hill like a screen. Two mountain ridges stretched out like two arms, gently embracing a flat land of tens of miles in circumference. The mountain is steep, and under the towering trees that are dozens of meters high, there are dense thickets of thorns with toxic spines, making it difficult for even a mouse to pass through.

  In front of the green water, behind the green hills, this small piece of land is fertile and lush with grass and trees. There are also two streams flowing through it, making it a perfect place to settle down. Nearby, scattered among the green trees, stand hundreds of large and small wooden houses, with flat farmland and vegetable gardens in between. A few dogs are chasing after a group of single-horned pack animals that resemble deer.

  The big man who had just given Wu Qi food and clothes was squatting under a cluster of red flowers in front of the house, "hmm, hmm" digging out a section of white raw tree roots. Hearing Wu Qi's movement coming out, the big man hastily stuffed the tree roots into his waist leather pouch, smiling and beckoning him with a wave.

  "Red Flower Vine, specifically treats all kinds of internal injuries and women's hemorrhage. Hmph, looks like you won't be needing it, brother."

  Without showing gratitude, he nodded at him and asked: "Little brother, what's your surname and name? Thank you for saving my life."

  Dahan was taken aback, then suddenly burst out laughing: "What's your name? This name sounds weirdly good. What's your full name? The literary-sounding part is quite mouthful. My nickname is Dogzi, but my formal name... I don't have one yet. I'll get to let the clan elder give me a name when I turn 16 and come of age."

  He walked up to Wu Qi and slapped him hard on the back, then dragged him towards the village entrance, in the direction of the suspension bridge.

  The puppy walked along, proudly boasting about the magical effects of the few kilograms of nightlight tiger blood that his father had forced him to drink the night before. In his mouth, the blood of the nightlight tiger could revive the dead, cure all injuries and illnesses, and was simply an omnipotent divine medicine.

  He didn't beg for anything, just smiled and listened to the dog's bragging, sizing up the surrounding scenery and making some judgments in secret.

  The production level here is not high, and can even be said to be very low. However, the people here are all strong and powerful, he saw several women going to the river to fetch water, carrying water buckets with a diameter of over one meter, which was equivalent to two small water tanks.

  Every household here is equipped with knives, guns, bows and arrows. A group of little children are performing martial arts on a small flat ground in the village, holding shining real things. Looking at the weight of those knives and guns, they are at least 50-60 kilograms of heavy weapons. These children, who are probably around 7 or 8 years old, are dancing with these swords with great vigor.

  With a sudden movement, Mo Qi silently activated a secret technique from the "Water Source Chapter", injecting the "Pre-Heaven True Water Spirit Seal" into his eyes. Instantly, a faint blue light enveloped his eyes. As he scanned the children playing with guns and sticks, Mo Qi was astonished to discover that these kids had extremely abundant blood energy, and within their bodies, a strong true energy was surging.

  These kids are basically comparable to the elite disciples of the Tianhuan Gate, with at least three to five years of bitter cultivation in their true energy and fire.

  He took a deep breath and suddenly realized that the concentration of heavenly energy in the air was extremely astonishing.

  "The Scripture of the Thief" encompasses all phenomena, with infinite profundity within. This so-called "Heavenly Spirit and Earthly Energy" is also a key point emphasized in "The Scripture of the Thief". The Heavenly Spirit and Earthly Energy are the foundation for all practitioners of internal energy cultivation. The higher the concentration of the Heavenly Spirit and Earthly Energy, the faster the speed of cultivation, and the greater the benefits to the practitioner.

  The spiritual energy of heaven and earth on this planet has long been destroyed by industrialized mass production, leaving almost a desert of spiritual energy.

  And this small mountain village, the spiritual energy density within this small flat land is almost comparable to the standard of the lower-grade Dongtian Fudi described in the "Thieving Scripture". No wonder all the children here have a strong internal force cultivation, no wonder the puppies around can grow so sturdy and majestic.

  A place with abundant spiritual energy from heaven and earth can even make a sweet potato grow more luxuriantly than elsewhere, let alone a person!

  All along the way, the puppy seemed to have some fame in the village, and people of all ages kept greeting him on the road.

  The older ones would directly call him "dog grandson"; those of similar age would call him "dog brother"; and the younger ones would respectfully call him "dog uncle". Especially in the village, several girls who seemed to have seven or eight points of beauty in Wu's eyes would blush and greet Dog Grandson from a distance with a coquettish tone.

  The land here is fertile, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, the feng shui is excellent, it's a great place to nourish people. Although the men raised here are all as rough and majestic as dog sons, those girls are delicate and charming, and can pinch out water with one hand.

  He couldn't help but feel a little shaken by the sight of those girls, their lithe and slender natural beauty was something he had never seen before.

  Received the Spiritual Eye Secret Method, but shook his head. It's not about worrying about whether these girls are beautiful or ugly now, let's first figure out where we are.

  Following the puppy all the way to the village entrance, which is also the end of the floating bridge, Wu Qi saw several old men holding Liuzhi sticks, leading a group of big men shouting and beating up several people rolling on the ground.

  Those big men were nothing, their physiques were comparable to those of a dog's offspring, all with arms that could run horses, beating and scolding people was an everyday occurrence. However, those few old men holding staffs, so old that their waists were bent like a bow, were surprisingly agile and not inferior to young people, holding staffs full of reverse thorns and wildly hitting and scolding the people on the ground, with a very intimidating momentum.

  When the beggar and the dog walked to the crowd, they seemed to have vented their anger. An old man coughed a few times, and Li Dazui fiercely pounded the ground with his stick, shouting in a shrill voice.

  Several strong men quickly picked up the people on the ground and neatly wiped their necks with a dagger.

  Blood spurted out, and several people convulsed and let out ear-piercing screams. The villagers hastily grabbed the hemp ropes and hung up the few necks that continued to spout blood, suspending them high under the arrow tower at the bridgehead.

  Apart from these few who were still wailing and bleeding, there were also thirty or so corpses hanging under the arrow tower.

  Some of the corpses had only been dead for a few days, while others had already turned into mummies. Their clothes were stripped clean, revealing their dark skin and the colorful tattoos on it. The tattoo patterns were sinister and mysterious, with various ferocious beasts, poisonous insects, and many strange flowers and plants.

  Looking at the several men struggling and twitching on the ropes, from those old men down, all the villagers started to laugh with a "heh heh". There was not a hint of cruelty in their laughter, only a kind of astonishing ease and joy.

  Don't be shocked to see this scene in front of you, suddenly heard the dog's lively barking: "These barbarians have come to our village again to beg for death, isn't this a merit sent to our village for nothing?"

  Dozens of people at the bridgehead looked over here at the same time, especially those old men holding canes, their attention was all on Wu Qi.

  He bowed deeply to several old men, with his hands clasped together in a long salute.

  "I was lucky enough to be rescued by all of you seniors, and I am deeply grateful!"

  Not daring to make a sound in front of several old men, he had already knelt down on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times to them.

  A life-saving favor, three bows are still light. How can he not be grateful to these villagers who saved his own life and gave Wu Wang and Le Xiao Bai a chance to avenge themselves?

  If it weren't for having no long objects on him, in the Tai Xu Da Nuo Yi formation, even his clothes would have been torn to shreds. He definitely will heavily repay them.

  Among the old men, the one who looked the oldest, with skin hanging loose on his bones and age spots all over his face, smiled. He walked shakily to Wu Qi's side and pulled him up with one hand.

  "You're all from the Great Yan State, why so much nonsense? Hmm, you young brothers, are you wandering hunters of the Man tribes?"

  Without hesitation, he climbed up the pole and stood up, bowing his head respectfully: "The old man's eyes are like torches, it is indeed so."

  The sturdy men behind the old man stood up, they whispered in a low voice, as if cursing those damned barbarians who owed another debt of blood.

  Having absorbed the abnormal and freakish wisdom of Le Xiao Bai, Wu Qiu quickly analyzed some things. He gritted his teeth and swore along with those big men: "My master and fellow disciples all died at their hands. This hatred will not be shared under the same sky. I will definitely work hard to practice and avenge my master and fellow disciples in the future!"

  The Great Hans said that they were unknown barbarians, but the oath mentioned in the begging was actually aimed at the Qingcheng Miaoyuan Daojun lineage.

  However, the two parties' words matched perfectly, and several old men nodded in approval, praising: "A good son should be like this. You hunters who have traveled the world and killed savages, if you don't even avenge your school's blood feud, it's really shameful."

  The old man who had just helped Mu Xi up patted Mu Xi's chest and shook his head, saying: "However, Brother Mu Xi, your build is really a bit weak, not the match for those barbarians."

  The old man sighed a few times and said eagerly, "In our village of Meng, we have an ancestral secret recipe that uses animal tendons and bones combined with dozens of herbs to strengthen the muscles and increase height. When you leave, I'll give you 100 packets of prepared medicinal paste, guaranteed to make your head grow by a large margin!"

  After hearing what the old man said, Wu Qi couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

  His physique is also considered a standard handsome man on Earth, although he has lost some weight, he is thin but not weak, and his muscles have their own strength.

  Having obtained the "Thieving Scripture" inheritance, he naturally knew that the strength of one's power and the size of their body had no relation whatsoever. However, facing the old man's kind intentions, Wu Xie could only once again deeply bow his head in gratitude, thanking several elderly members for their good wishes.

  Don't beg in your heart and secretly swear that if you succeed in cultivating in the future, you must come back to this village and thank the villagers properly.

  Just as he was making up his mind, a green fireball the size of a fist suddenly shot out from a grove of trees on the other side of the river and hit a sturdy big man standing at the head of the bridge.

  All that could be heard was a mournful howl, and the big man's body burst into bright green flames. His body rolled on the ground for only a few times before turning into a pile of ashes.

  Several old men were shocked, and the villagers who were on guard at the arrow tower had already shouted loudly: "The barbarians are coming to raid, so many barbarians!"

  The shrill sound of the cow horn echoed throughout the village, and suddenly a large group of wild men with beast skins on their bodies and tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the forest on the other side of the river.

  The leader of the savages was surrounded by a thick black aura, and a fist-sized dark green skull was faintly visible in the aura.

  He pointed fiercely at the village head and shouted loudly, leading the savage team to follow suit.

  "Men, kill them all; women, take them all; children, eat them all! Children, up!"