War Corps
Thud, thud!
The muffled drumbeat seemed to sound directly inside everyone's hearts, echoing throughout the Sacred Mountain and beyond.
"It's the war drums! Ninety-nine strikes!"
Mo He, who was drilling on the training ground, froze. Then he ran his fingers along the blade of his curved saber. "There's only one reason to sound the Barbarian Blood Drum: war with the Cultivators beyond our borders."
"Why are we going to war with the Cultivators beyond our borders? Is it just for the territory of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains?"
Fang Yuan was puzzled.
Cultivators weren't a worldly dynasty; they generally didn't care much about territory.
As for precious ore deposits, rare medicinal ingredients, and monster materials, it might be more cost-effective to gather them through merchants or spies.
To start a war over them? In his eyes, that was a losing proposition.
"I only have some vague suspicions about the exact reason, but you must understand that our Hundred Thousand Great Mountains are very special!" Mo He said gravely.
"That's true... after all, this is the land that nurtured our Barbarian Clan." Fang Yuan nodded.
At the very least, he knew that no one among the Cultivators beyond their borders belonged to the totem lineage.
Clearly, the Barbarian bloodline in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains was far from ordinary.
"That's not what I mean..."
Mo He lowered his voice. "The lands beyond our borders have more abundant spiritual energy than our Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, and places rich in Heavenly Materials, Earthly Treasures are countless. Even the humans there are more perceptive than our Barbarian Clan. Once they cross the tribulation and become immortals, there's little difference in strength between the two sides."
Before crossing the tribulation, Barbarians could gain a certain advantage in one-on-one fights at the same