Wu Zhiqi: This Small Tribe is Plotting Against Me (Seeking Readership)

Hiss! Hiss!

The pond was already close to the eastern city wall of the tribe, and the place where Wu Zhiqi made his move was also near the eastern city wall.

The moment his figure was exposed, flaming arrows began to rain down from the city wall.

Along with the flaming arrows came burning torches, emitting a strong smell of oil.

"Wood soaked in beast oil, what a bunch of yokels."

Wu Zhiqi was naturally somewhat afraid of fire, and he quickly shifted his body to avoid the falling torches.

He had only seen primitive things like wooden spears in the tribal records before.

Hahaha, who uses wood besides savages?

The firewood and mushrooms being dried on the rooftops were also set ablaze.

The raging flames illuminated the darkness even more.

Amidst the heavy firelight, various roars and footsteps could be heard.

Chaos, it's good that it's chaotic.

What kind of defenses could a savage tribe have? He already felt surprised that they were this vigilant.

Wu Zhiqi muttered incantations, and a water dragon coiled around his body, charging towards the nearby dwellings.

The more chaotic it was, the more joy he took in it.

Hiss!

As soon as Wu Zhiqi moved, he heard a whistling sound approaching.

He jolted and quickly rolled away, the arrow shaft embedding itself in front of him.

On the distant rooftop, Huo Tang held a powerful bow, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

"Heavenly Meridian?"

Wu Zhiqi stabilized his body, unconcerned.

In such a large tribe, what use was one Heavenly Meridian? Could it protect all the old, weak, women, and children?

How many times could it stop him?

However, after a few attempts, Wu Zhiqi became furious.

There were always three figures rapidly leaping and moving on the rooftop, aiming at him with their powerful bows. No matter how he moved, he couldn't perfectly evade the three of them.

It wasn't one Heavenly Meridian, but three.

"Very good, very good. A small savage tribe actually has three Heavenly Meridians. I underestimated you."

Wu Zhiqi summoned a dark glow and moved even faster, darting and weaving between the houses and pathways, leaving the arrows behind him.

"You ants, a mere small tribe, how many warriors do you think can stop me!"

Wu Zhiqi had seen many such small tribes before. Having a hundred or eighty warriors would be considered good.

In such a large tribal city, what use were these few warriors? Could they carry thousands of tribesmen on their backs?

As long as he could capture a few women and children, the attacks surrounding him would collapse, and the small tribe would be shrouded in fear of him.

After knocking away the attackers who surrounded him, Wu Zhiqi burst into laughter.

"Form ranks!"

At this moment, he heard a roar from within the tribe.

"Hahaha, a small tribe with just a few people, what do they know about forming ranks..."

Suddenly, Wu Zhiqi's movements froze.

Beside the bonfires illuminating the tribal city, figures leaped onto high places from various directions.

There were dozens of bonfires in the city, with at least a dozen people per bonfire, totaling several hundred people.

"A small tribe can have several hundred warriors?"

The thought flashed through Wu Zhiqi's mind, and he quickly jumped down from the city wall.

The firelight continuously exploded as Wu Zhiqi darted around. When he tried to rush into the dwellings, he was met with even more ferocious arrows.

Balls of water and fire exploded within the tribal city.

Wu Zhiqi was in a sorry state, with many scorched black marks appearing on his body.

If not for the blessing of his Ling Yu bloodline and his Water-Type Witchcraft, he would have likely been burned to ashes by now.

Three Heavenly Meridians.

Several hundred Stone Splitters.

To attack one witch like him, this was utterly unsportsmanlike.

And this formation, it was clearly rehearsed beforehand.

Otherwise, if he had only just been discovered, why would the bonfires have lit up, people have appeared on the rooftops, and the torches have been soaked in oil?

What a mess for such a small tribe.

He's got persecution complex.

Wu Zhiqi panicked and headed towards the pond.

He still had a chance.

He was a water-type witch, practicing the Lingyu Water Manipulation Manual. What did this tiny wild tribe know about true witchcraft!

On the tribe's mountain.

Shen Can observed the encirclement from a high vantage point. It hadn't even been half an hour, and the guy was already cornered, scrambling around with his head covered.

His gaze swept over to the pond.

"Uncle Huo Qi, tell the tribesmen to bring the Mafeisan here and pour it into the pond."

"Quick!"

The pond in the northeast direction. This was the hiding spot Wu Zhiqi had scouted beforehand.

His original plan was to eat a portion of the Blazing Flame Tribe members each day, hiding in the pond during the day and coming out at night.

With his Ling Yu bloodline talent, even if this small wild tribe turned the mountain upside down, they wouldn't find him.

He never expected that this little wild tribe, apart from their crude weapons, was so damn professional in everything else.

What were hundreds of your martial artists doing holed up in this godforsaken place?

Waiting to defend against him?

Splash splash!

As the firearms fell into the pond with a splash, Wu Zhiqi, while dodging, made his way to the edge of the pond, chanting incantations.

The water surface began to ripple, and streams of water surged up, colliding with the falling firearms and fire arrows.

The power of his water-type witchcraft surged several times over.

Seizing the opportunity, he leaped into the pond.

"You bunch of insignificant barbarians, let me show you what real witchcraft is!"

Half submerged in the water, Wu Zhiqi's scales shimmered with a faint glow. Ripples spread across the water, and waves churned, rising in circles.

Splash!

Suddenly, Wu Zhiqi felt his limbs go weak, and his half-submerged body sank downwards.

His hands, which were casting the spell, trembled, and the water he had just summoned splashed back into the pond.

"Whoa, whoa..."

Wu Zhiqi shook his head violently. Why did he feel so dizzy?

This water is wrong!

Someone drugged it.

Drugged the pond in his own tribe's territory?

No, are they crazy?

The moment Wu Zhiqi's brain froze, he jolted, frantically trying to scramble out of the pond.

He mustered his strength to avoid most of the gunfire, using all four limbs to climb out of the water, intending to scramble up towards the tribe's mountain.

Buzz!

Instantly, a formed water stream shot towards Wu Zhiqi's lower back.

Completely weakened, he couldn't react at all. He let out a scream and rolled over, crashing against the stone wall. Then, he received a heavy kick to his body, sending him flying and crashing back into the pond.

"Drugged... ambushed... barbaric... gurgle..."

"Pour, keep pouring!"

Outside the pond, Shen Can blew on his finger, which had just stabbed someone's back, and motioned for the tribesmen to continue dumping Mafeisan into the water.

From the moment the fire illuminated the tribe, he had guessed the origin of the creature with a human face and a fish body.

But a monster that could transform between human and Ling Yu, was it even human?

"Extinguish the fire and treat the tribesmen."

Huo Tang gave the order and led a team of archers to form a perimeter around the pond, their arrows aimed at the water.

Some tribesmen were frantically pouring Mafeisan into the pond.

The falling Wu Zhiqi struggled for a moment before floating to the surface, his body twitching. He tried to control himself, but his entire body refused to obey.

"Ah Can, leave him alive."

Shen Can nodded.

If he hadn't wanted to keep the guy alive, he would have already ordered his tribesmen to stab this fellow to death.

The appearance of people from the Ling Yu Tribe here was unsettling.

But with such strength, he was at most a second-tier shaman, completely mismatched with the renowned Ling Yu Tribe.

Before long, Wu Zhiqi was pulled up. He recovered his human form while unconscious.

"Break all his limbs."

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The sounds of shattering bone echoed one after another, and Wu Zhiqi let out a pained hiss in his unconscious state.

With all four limbs broken, the Mafeisan likely played a role; he hadn't even woken up despite such severe injuries.

"Go prepare a fire room and bring the Third-Order Beast Tendon and the remaining Mafeisan into the fire room."

Inside the cave, a bonfire blazed, and waves of heat rolled out.

A stone pillar stood in the center of the cave, with a groove around its base filled with Beast Oil.

Wu Zhiqi, with the Third-Order Beast Tendon piercing his shoulders and his limbs hanging limply, slowly opened his eyes and saw a bonfire burning.

The pain all over his body and the effects of the anesthetic plunged him into a semi-real, semi-dreamlike state.

Where was this?

He quickly remembered. He seemed to have discovered a savage tribe and was preparing to feast.

Then...

"Despicable!"

Wu Zhiqi instinctively cursed.

He felt himself again, tightly bound. Holes were pierced through his shoulders, and the bones in his limbs were likely shattered.

He had been captured by a savage tribe.

What was wrong with this savage tribe...

He had been beaten and forced to flee since he entered, and they had drugged him in the pond.

This small tribe had definitely set him up, and he couldn't stand this injustice.

"Awake?"

Shen Can and Huo Tang walked closer.

"Wu Zhiqi, I am Ling..."

"Pfft!" Shen Can raised his hand, and a stream of water light pierced Wu Zhiqi's lower abdomen.

The pain in one spot, combined with the pain all over, made Wu Zhiqi's face contort. He glared at Shen Can, "It was you who stabbed my lower back while I was escaping!"

"That's right, the Lingyu Water Control Art is really useful."

As he spoke, Shen Can raised his hand. Without even chanting a shamanic incantation, a wisp of water vapor gathered between his fingers into a beam.

"You, you, you... How can you practice the Ling Yu Water Manipulation Manual!"

Wu Zhiqi's eyes widened in disbelief.

This was the foundation of the Ling Yu Tribe, passed down for three thousand six hundred years.

"Learned it from you. It's no big deal, I learned it just by looking."

Wu Zhiqi froze, opening his mouth as if to spit at Shen Can.

Learned it just by looking? Why don't you say you created the Lingyu Water Control Art?

Unfortunately, Shen Can beat him to it with a loud slap.

"Name, species."

"The flood receded, why are you still lingering nearby?"

"Although I don't know where you obtained the method for practicing water manipulation, how can you mere savages like ants be worthy of interrogation..."

"Ah!"

Shen Can raised his hand and summoned a water beam, piercing Wu Zhiqi's lower back on the other side.

He then reached out and began to rub Wu Zhiqi's shattered arm.

"I'll talk, I'll talk... My name is Wu Zhiqi, a Ling Yu Exile... I... Ah!"

But Shen Can completely ignored him and handed Wu Zhiqi's other arm to Huo Tang.

"Take a deep breath, the pain is normal."

"Ah... Owww..."