A Sudden Idea

"Eh, there seem to be quite a lot of humans around here. Even the five immortal islands of Penglai don't have this many people."

Qin Feng was instantly curious.

After giving it some thought, he came up with only one possibility: this place was relatively close to Nuwa.

The Human Race had only just come into being, and its members were all very weak. They needed Nuwa's protection to survive.

That was why few people chose to leave the area around Buzhou Mountain.

Qin Feng hadn't expected to have wandered all the way to Buzhou Mountain without realizing it.

"Since there are so many of my people here, I might as well look around. Something good could happen."

After thinking it over, Qin Feng headed toward Buzhou Mountain.

At the same time, he suppressed his cultivation to the level he'd had before breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm.

Even that level of cultivation would make him one of the top experts among the Human Race.

That showed just how weak the Human Race was in this era.

"By the way, have you heard? It seems a Demon King is about to die."

"Really? Don't they all have long lives? How could one just die out of nowhere?"

"I'm not sure, but I remember hearing that a lot of people will come when it happens. Maybe even some Half-Saint experts."

"It'll be a rare gathering, the likes of which we only see once in a hundred years. What a pity that not a single powerful expert has emerged from the Human Race."

"Ever since Lady Nuwa created us, the strongest among all our people has only just touched the threshold of the Golden Immortal realm. And yet, for some reason, no one can break through."

An old man let out a faint sigh.

A trace of despondency flashed in his eyes.

"Could it be that our talents are simply too poor? Or are our bodies too weak to withstand such powerful energy?"

A few young people clenched their fists in frustration.

This was a Human Race tribe on the outskirts of Buzhou Mountain. There were countless Human Race tribes around the mountain.

The total number of humans had probably already passed ten million.

It was precisely because humans could reproduce so rapidly.

That some of the higher races had started to entertain other ideas.

Most of the weaker humans were kept in captivity and used as food for demonic beasts.

Di Jun had even slaughtered humans in large numbers to forge a magical treasure.

It could be said that in this era of the Primordial World, the Human Race had no say in anything.

Why? Wasn't it because they lacked a leader of their own?

Hearing this, a glint seemed to flash in Qin Feng's eyes.

A peculiar idea came to him.

As a human himself, he knew that humans had a powerful capacity for creation, as well as the ability to work miracles.

In that regard, they could be considered the greatest of all races.

Their only weakness was that they needed a long time to develop. Why hadn't any human experts appeared in this era?

It was simple. The Human Race had only just been created, and hadn't yet found its own path of cultivation.

They couldn't just cultivate like the Demon Race or the Witch Race.

They were different races, so how could they possibly use the same methods of cultivation?

That was clearly unrealistic.

According to the course of history, it would take several more epochs for humans to find their own path of cultivation and rise rapidly.

Only then would the Witch and Demon Races perish together.

But with the Chat Group's appearance.

Some things had been exposed, so the war between the Witch and Demon Races had come early.

If nothing unexpected happened, it would be within the next few years. As for exactly when, that was still unclear.

"It's not that we humans are too weak. We just haven't found a way to cultivate that suits us."

As the people in the tribe seethed with anger, a calm voice rang out.

Everyone turned toward the direction of the voice.

The speaker was Qin Feng.

"What do you mean? Do you have a path of cultivation that suits us? It's no use. The leaders of several of our tribes have already tried many times."

"No matter what method of cultivation they tried, none of them suited us. Our leader was even badly injured trying, and he's still recovering."

The old man who had spoken earlier sighed faintly.

Still, he had to admit that Qin Feng's words made sense.

They truly hadn't found a method of cultivation suited to them.

"If I said I could lead you to greater heights, would you be willing to follow me?"

Qin Feng spoke calmly.

That was right. He wanted to make the Human Race powerful ahead of time and help it quickly grow into a force to be reckoned with.

Then he would have a group of followers at his side instead of struggling on alone.

After all, the opponents he might have to face next were numerous Half-Saint experts.

And they all had their own alliances. He couldn't exactly face them all alone.

Even if they were evenly matched in strength, dealing with them would be troublesome.

That was why Qin Feng had come up with this idea.

"You? Young man, don't take this the wrong way, but I've been cultivating for forty or fifty years, and my cultivation still hasn't advanced at all."

An old man covered in muscle stepped forward and spoke.

He had cultivated using the Demon Race's methods, focusing entirely on training his body.

As a result, he was now over seventy, yet still covered in those ridiculous muscles.

Qin Feng didn't bother sparing their feelings. "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't."

"Kid, don't get too arrogant. It's good for young people to have ambition, but if you don't know how to be humble, that's another matter entirely."

At last, the old man who had spoken earlier was angered.

But the next moment, everyone fell silent.

They felt an immense pressure bearing down on them.

There was no question about it: this pressure came from someone at least at the Golden Immortal level.

Even the leader of the tribe had been alarmed.

He hurried out of the secluded chamber where he had been cultivating.

"Which great expert has come to our tribe? I was cultivating just now and didn't sense your arrival. Please forgive me."

Seeing the leader's humble demeanor made the people of the tribe feel deeply miserable.

Even Qin Feng, who was also human, could only sigh.

They were all human, yet they were so humble before any other race.

"Leader, there's no need to act this way. As it happens, I'm a member of the Human Race too. I only revealed my aura so you would believe I can lead you to greater heights."

Qin Feng stopped releasing his aura. Once he withdrew it, he stood before them like an ordinary person.

The leader's pupils contracted slightly.

Then he hurried over to Qin Feng, took out a thorn-like object, and pricked Qin Feng's finger.

He collected a drop of blood and put it in his mouth.

He moved so quickly that Qin Feng didn't even have time to react.

"Good. You really are one of my people."