Hidden Strength?

"Brother Tian, just don't go back. Join our Snow Clan. I'll be your wife."

"I'll be your wife too."

"Exactly. If you think one isn't enough, we can all be together."

Several pretty young girls from the Snow Clan clung to Shi Yi from every side, completely unaware of the Snow Clan boys' envious, jealous, and resentful gazes.

Their enthusiasm was hardly surprising.

A genius youth like Shi Yi, who could swing one arm and wield thirty-five thousand jin of force, could open at least six Cavern Heavens after reaching that stage.

Among these Tribal Clans, he would be considered a pillar of strength. In the future, he might even become an elder-level leader of a Tribal Clan.

Do not think thirty-five thousand jin of strength in the Blood Moving Realm was little. Not everyone was a Young Supreme like Shi Yi or Shi Hao, born far beyond the geniuses of their generation.

In the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, the vast majority of people had between thirty and fifty thousand jin of strength in the Blood Moving Realm. Sixty to ninety thousand jin belonged to Ancient Descendants and Pure-Blooded Ferocious Beast cubs.

If one could wield one hundred thousand jin of divine strength with a single arm, then even among Pure-Blooded Ferocious Beast cubs, only the strongest cub might possess such terrifying power.

It was like this.

If you were born into a family of billionaires, you were used to spending lavishly. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions meant nothing to you.

Yet you would not know that many people, humble as dust, worked bitterly all year and still did not earn even ten thousand. Most of their time was spent struggling simply to survive.

Survival was not living.

There was a saying that put it well.

If you were born in the light, you assumed the whole world was bright.

Shi Yi had Double Pupils, while Shi Hao had a Supreme Bone.

Neither of the brothers was ordinary. They were Young Supremes by birth.

However.

Even including Stone Village, the First Ancestral Land, few among the many Tribal Clans of the Great Wilderness could exceed fifty thousand jin of divine strength in the Blood Moving Realm. Geniuses had thirty thousand jin, while most people had only ten or twenty thousand.

"Thank you for your favor, but my heart already belongs elsewhere."

As Shi Yi spoke his refusal, he unobtrusively pushed away the pretty girls around him, making them pout unhappily.

He admitted that every one of them was beautiful, and he was tempted by their suggestion of being together, but at eleven years old, he was still somewhat unequal to the task.

Say that again in two years!

I guarantee I'll leave you completely satisfied.

Naturally, no one knew Shi Yi's inner thoughts. Seeing how sensible Shi Yi was, the Snow Clan boys secretly nodded and decided not to trouble him for now.

And so.

Shi Yi followed the Snow Clan group aboard a giant bird tamed by their clan. They drifted leisurely through the sky, slowly flying toward the depths of the Great Wilderness.

Several hours later.

As they passed over a mountain range.

They happened upon a small town.

The town was not large. Built against the mountains, it had a population of several thousand. Located deep within the Great Wilderness, it almost never saw outsiders.

In this world, the land was boundless and the forests stretched endlessly, especially within the Great Wilderness, where Prehistoric Ferocious Beasts and venomous insects roamed.

Unlike the Stone Kingdom and Fire Kingdom beyond the Great Wilderness, which were protected by Human Emperors and where human civilization flourished, allowing the people of both kingdoms to live in peace and contentment.

The human race within the Great Wilderness had no fixed homes, scattered throughout vast primordial mountain ranges and isolated from one another, making contact with the outside world difficult.

For decades, no outsider had ever come to this town deep in the Great Wilderness.

The people of this town had all believed themselves to be the last remaining humans in this world.

Yet today.

Outside Lonely Mountain Town, people shouted and horses neighed, while iron armor gleamed. A troop of armored cavalry charged over, crossing endless mountain ranges and passing through the territories of all kinds of fierce creatures to arrive here safely.

The several dozen riders all rode Scaled Horses. The few people surrounded in the center rode mutated Scaled Horses with single horns, snow-white bodies, and glimmering silver scales, looking exceptionally imposing.

At their head was a middle-aged man with loose black hair. Threads of golden radiance bloomed in his eyes, and even his pupils had nearly turned pale gold.

When the middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked toward the town, two golden beams shot from his pupils, terrifying beyond measure.

On several other horned Scaled Horses.

Two youths and one young girl sat respectively. The boys looked clever and alert, while the girl was pretty and adorable.

But compared to the Snow Clan girls, who were like elves, she fell slightly short in both features and temperament.

Just as this group entered, another group arrived.

Even from afar, their arrival was astonishing.

A flood dragon led the way. It was over twenty meters long, its scales gleaming brilliantly all over its body.

The flood dragon had two wings and flew through the air.

As it passed over the ground, it cast a vast shadow below.

On the flood dragon's back sat an Old Man and three children. They were only around their teens, yet all had extraordinary features. One could tell at a glance that they possessed remarkable bloodlines.

However, the town.

Was far from done receiving outside visitors.

Several more Tribal Clans were on their way.

Outside the town, within the primordial forest, a Beast Bone, exceptionally thick and six or seven meters long, floated a foot above the ground. No one knew what kind of fierce creature it had belonged to. It emitted a lustrous white glow, covered in densely packed flashing runes, and drifted with agile grace.

Several figures stood upon the Beast Bone. At their head was an Old Man dressed in feathered robes and wearing a golden crown. Wisps of purple energy flowed from his body, shrouding him in a hazy veil and giving him an indescribable majesty.

Beside the old man.

There were youths around ten years old, brimming with heroic spirit, and girls in their teens, beautiful as though they had stepped from a painting. There were even two very young boys with large, lively eyes.

After arriving at the entrance of the town, they stepped down from the Beast Bone. With a flash of light, the six- or seven-meter-long giant bone rapidly shrank into a palm-sized, smooth crystal bone and fell into the old man's hand.

Inside the town.

The Old Man who had arrived riding the flood dragon saw the Old Man who had arrived on the Beast Bone. He seemed to recall something, and white vapor streamed from his nostrils as he stopped his meeting with the middle-aged man whose eyes shone with golden light.

"I was wondering who it was. So it's the Purple Mountain Clan's undead old bastard."

"Flood Dragon Ghost, if an Old Thing like you isn't dead yet, how could I die?"

At this moment.

Seeing that the Old Man who had ridden the flood dragon and the Old Man who had ridden the Beast Bone were about to fight, the middle-aged man with glowing golden eyes hurriedly stepped between them.

"Elder of the Purple Mountain Clan, elder of the Flood Dragon Clan, you are both advanced in years. Every time you meet, you argue, and after arguing, you fight. There are so many juniors here today. Do not let the juniors laugh at you."

The man with golden light in his eyes came from the Golden Wolf Tribe, also a Tribal Clan with a population of tens of millions. Its strength was only slightly weaker than Luofu Great Marsh.

"If we old fellows will not fight, then let the juniors fight. I would like to see whether the next generation of your Flood Dragon Clan can compare with ours from the Purple Mountain Clan." Purple energy swirled around the Old Man who had arrived on the Beast Bone, though it was unclear whether it was from anger.

"As if I'm afraid of you. I'm only afraid that the geniuses of your Purple Mountain Clan cannot defeat the geniuses of our Flood Dragon Clan." The Old Man who had arrived riding the flood dragon looked disdainfully at his sworn enemy.

Just then.

Rolling thunder suddenly sounded outside the town, like heavenly lightning exploding. It made the three factions present wary, and they cautiously turned their gazes toward the outskirts of the town.

"You want a duel? Our Thunder Clan likes such things best. How could an opportunity like this leave out the Thunder Clan?"

Within the dense forest outside the town, an ancient Beast Hide flashed with runes. It floated three feet above the ground and was several meters long. The Beast Hide carried an ancient, weathered aura, as though an Ancient Descendant had come back to life, making people tremble.

The Beast Hide carried several people: an Old Man and several children, boys and girls alike. Black lightning flickered over their bodies, and thunder could be heard rumbling from far away, shaking the mountains violently.

"I have Precious Blood to use as a wager. Undead old bastard of the Purple Mountain Clan, Old Thing of the Flood Dragon Clan, brat from the Golden Wolf Tribe, do you dare send your clan's juniors to duel the juniors of our Thunder Clan?"

The moment he finished speaking, light flashed.

The Beast Hide outside the town flickered and crossed several hundred meters in an instant, bringing the Old Man and the children into the town.

"We of Luofu Great Marsh will not agree to a duel without us. And if it is not Precious Blood from an Ancient Descendant, do not bring it out as a wager! Do not disgrace yourselves."

A middle-aged man strode over with the gait of a dragon and tiger, leading a group of boys and girls.

From afar.

He wore a wrought-steel lion helmet, a suit of shining silver full-body armor, and a golden beast-faced belt around his waist.

Bronze heart-protecting mirrors hung before and behind him, over which he wore a crimson floral robe. On his feet were cowhide boots reinforced with pure steel.

He appeared to be nearly fifty, with a few strands of white mixed into his jet-black hair.

He was exceptionally tall and powerfully built, his muscles bulging like small hills. His short hair stood upright like steel needles, and his imposing eyes radiated an overbearing aura like an ancient demon god.

It was worth mentioning.

The Precious Blood of an Ancient Descendant was not true blood. True blood was heart's blood, incomparably precious. Precious Blood was merely the blood flowing through the body, far less valuable than true blood.

"We old fellows have fought for many years. It is time for the juniors to spar as well." An aged voice sounded from the sky.

Hearing this.

The middle-aged man from the Golden Wolf Tribe, the Old Man from the Flood Dragon Clan, the Old Man from the Purple Mountain Clan, the Old Man from the Thunder Clan, and the middle-aged man from Luofu Great Marsh.

At this moment.

They all raised their heads toward the sky and saw an ice-blue giant bird.

On the back of the ice-blue giant bird, a white-haired Old Man stood at the front. Behind him were two handsome youths, followed by several pretty young girls.

Among those pretty young girls was also a youth dressed in Beast Hide.

No.

That youth wearing Beast Hide and straw sandals looked like a mud-legged country bumpkin from some remote mountain village. How had he suddenly gotten together with the proud Snow Clan?

As they wondered.

The experts of these Tribal Clans suddenly sensed the aura currently emanating from the Beast Hide youth. It was clearly more than ten times stronger than when they had first encountered him.

Hidden strength?

So we were wrong to think that the arrogant Snow Clan had changed their nature and stopped looking down on others!

Just as they guessed.

Shi Yi's strength had been disguised as far too low at first. No one paid him any attention, treating him as nothing more than an ant passing by. Later, left with no choice, he raised his displayed strength a little, allowing him to successfully blend into the Snow Clan's group.

Shi Yi could not be blamed for being so cautious.

Even the Willow Deity had said there would be a fierce battle. Since he would be the first to step forward and seize the Mountain Treasure, he would certainly take a beating.

It was better to first blend in with these Tribal Clans and assess the situation, to see whether there was an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

A fierce battle?

Someone like me, who only liked to pull strings from behind the scenes.

How could I easily get dragged into a fierce battle?

Those who only knew how to fight were fools.

The most important thing in life was having a brain.

"Boy, I remember you. I saw you a few days ago when we passed through a marsh. What is your name?" the middle-aged man from the Golden Wolf Tribe asked in a hearty tone.

Although he had not looked down on Shi Yi when he first saw him, he had not paid any attention to him either. After all, who would deliberately look down on an ant passing beneath their feet?

Now.

Shi Yi had displayed impressive talent and strength. He was qualified to loudly announce his name.