Late at night, you rested in the finest wooden house provided by the Snake Fang Tribe. But in the middle of the night, someone suddenly barged into the house. You jolted awake and readied yourself for an enemy: the intruder was the fierce woman Akachi, with bandages still wrapped around her hand.
She said you were the fiercest man she had ever seen, so she wanted to bear your seed. Her wording was strange; it was a few phrases she had picked up from the witch doctor at the last minute.
Of course, you could not accept. You liked sex, and although Akachi had come to ask for your seed, her attitude was clearly about sex too...
But even when it came to sex, you cared about looks!
Though you were already quite old, your tastes had not grown heavy enough for you to accept a woman with the face of a burly man. With a solemn expression, you repeatedly waved your hands in refusal.
Akachi: "Actually, you can't do it, can you?" (← She had learned that from the witch doctor too. She had come well prepared.)
Yun Shou, expressionless: "That's right. He can't."
What was a little humiliation? Even if this was only a simulation, Yun Shou did not want "himself" to become indiscriminate about hot or cold meat.
You flew into a rage on the spot and demanded to prove it to her.
Yun Shou panicked. "No, brother, absolutely not! You have to cherish your body. You can't just let her have a taste..."
You rushed out of the wooden house and discovered that not only was the witch doctor still awake, he had even been eavesdropping right outside. Enraged, you ordered him to gather all the women in the tribe willing to have sex with you. You would prove yourself.
"Whew, thank goodness. I was overthinking it."
The witch doctor was overjoyed at your words. He immediately ran through the tribe shouting, and before long, quite a few tribal men and women emerged from their wooden houses or tents. You saw fire in some of the men's eyes as they waved their hands, indicating that their surname was not Cao.
You proved your ability.
At dawn, you strode out of the wooden house in high spirits. Outside stood Akachi with a face like the dead. "You'd rather find those scrawny, weak women than come to me." (She really had studied foreign languages thoroughly.)
You scoffed, then glanced back at the several people lying sprawled inside. Because this was pure sex, before getting down to it... you had used Force Qi to wipe out the vitality of the children inside your body, ensuring none of them would end up with swollen bellies.
Martial arts were amazing, weren't they?
Several days later, you left the Snake Fang Tribe and continued west. Along the way, you encountered more and more Desert Tribes. Many of them initially bore you ill will, until you produced the Snake Fang Tribe's token.
If they refused to recognize the token, you used your fists to make them recognize it.
After traveling several hundred more miles, you discovered that these Desert Tribes were not as primitive and backward as you had imagined. The Snake Fang Tribe was probably only that way because it was too remote. You saw a gigantic altar over a hundred meters tall, somewhat resembling a pyramid.
They were holding a grand sacrifice, and you had happened to arrive just in time. You climbed over the fence and blended in with the tens of thousands gathered beneath the altar.
After discovering that they used living people as sacrifices, you took back your earlier judgment that they were "not as primitive and backward as imagined."
However, the sacrificed person had not been forced. He welcomed death with a smile on his face, a natural smile that came from the bottom of his heart, not the foolish grin of someone drugged senseless.
You thought to yourself that when traveling abroad, one had to learn to respect other people's fate and let go of the urge to save everyone. If the other party was unwilling, then you would...
Uh, even if the sacrificed person really was an innocent victim forced into it, you would not intervene. There were simply too many people around, and the warriors maintaining the sacrifice numbered in the thousands. You could not possibly defeat them.
This was an entirely new people. You did not know them, and they did not know you. Offering a little kindness was fine, but throwing your own life into the bargain was not worth it.
You mingled among the crowd and watched them dance and cheer together. The atmosphere grew feverish and fanatical. The smell of some scorched herb drifted over, and you circulated Force Qi through your entire body, weakening more than ninety percent of its hallucinogenic effects.
Too insane! You truly could not understand their state of mind. Singing and dancing was one thing, but some of them were running naked in public. Running naked was one thing, but some were even relieving themselves in public...
Some of the above still counted as mental attacks, but what came next were all physical attacks: smashing one another with stones, clutching each other and gnawing—gnawing like zombies, gnawing until bones showed. Some went even further off the rails, grabbing children and infants and smashing them against the ground, then stomping on them afterward.
You would bet that after this sacrifice, their population would decrease by at least three thousand. How had such a mad race multiplied to such numbers?
Because you were an outsider and did not understand their language, you did not know that you had arrived during their once-every-six-hundred-and-sixty-six-years Supreme Ritual Sacrifice. The sacrifice lasted a full month. Today was the nineteenth day, and on the first day, there had been one hundred thousand people present.
Yun Shou: "Now you understand."
(The entire tribe actually numbered several hundred thousand, but only one hundred thousand "chosen ones" took part in the sacrifice. This was also to prevent the tribe from suffering catastrophic losses when people became too frenzied during the ritual.)
You had originally planned to extricate yourself from this mad place, but soon discovered that they had begun performing all kinds of acts: demonic dances, dancing with snakes, Eight Hundred Sand Scorpions Battle Python King, and more.
Though you knew these were all part of the sacrifice, in your eyes, every one of them was a first-rate circus performance. Who could bear to leave? You could not help staying to watch the show.
One act after another continued until evening. You prepared to leave, but you did not realize how disrespectful such an action was: moving away from the altar before the sacrifice had ended.
After retreating several hundred meters and taking less than a dozen steps away from the crowd, pretending you were about to head home, a tribal warrior on the outskirts began questioning you. You silently returned to the crowd... but that warrior had already noticed something was wrong and started shouting.
The shouts spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred. You could not understand what they were yelling, but you saw the atmosphere among the surrounding crowd shift from fanatical to furious. You quickly discovered the reason for their anger: you.
They lunged at you, clawed at you, and bit at you. Facing a group of maniacs as crazed as zombies, along with the cries all around that rose in a thousand echoes, layer upon layer like mountains and seas surging forth, you inwardly cursed. This is trouble.
Making your decision at once, you drew your blade and slashed out a blade of light. At this moment, there was no room to worry about anything else. Blood rained ahead of you; blood, organs, and broken bones burst from human bodies in an instant. Bathed in blood, you charged out and strode toward open ground away from the crowd.
A Martial Master could already bore through an army of ten thousand and slaughter over a thousand ordinary soldiers. You were also quite formidable among Martial Masters, and you were confident that once you made up your mind to run, even an army of one hundred thousand could not stop you!
But just as you were about to leave the sacrificial grounds, you passed by a priest on the outskirts while fleeing. He saw your face clearly, then let out several long howls toward the altar and shouted a string of incomprehensible syllables.
Your expression changed. This priest's voice was thunderously loud, and as he howled, colored Force Qi flickered over his body. He was a martial artist, a top-tier First-Rate fighter or a Martial Master!
A priest stationed at the edge of the sacrifice possessed such Martial Cultivation. Then what about the Great Priest presiding over the ritual?
You completely entered an explosive state, sprinting forward with Force Qi at full output. Any further, and you would be damaging your potential and Foundation.
"East-Region-person!" The furious roar boomed like thunder, shaking your ears from a thousand meters away. The priests atop the altar, who had originally stood like agents of the gods, looking down from on high upon the chaos below, became strangely enraged.
We're screwed! A Grandmaster!
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