Iron Eater Beast Clan

Donghua's disciple recruitment has concluded.

Shao Siming stepped forward and said, "Congratulations, Brother Tai Wei, on taking in a fine disciple."

The Iron Eater Beast, Xiong Er, also chimed in, "Congratulations to the Great God on taking in a fine disciple."

Donghua was overjoyed. If one were to consider the disciples' origins and talent, the disciples of the Three Pure Ones in later generations wouldn't even be worthy of carrying his shoes.

However, while origins and talent are important, cultivation willpower, state of mind, and so on are also crucial.

Did they not see the Grand Master Xuandu, a disciple of Tai Qing in later generations? His state of mind and willpower were indeed rare, and he still achieved the cultivation of a Quasi-Saint.

Do not think for a moment that becoming a Quasi-Saint is easy. A Quasi-Saint is a Golden Immortal of the Origin, truly a person who has attained the Dao.

Even though the disciples of the great Saints in later generations occupied the right time, place, and people, only a handful achieved the Quasi-Saint realm.

With the disciple recruitment finished, Donghua was about to leave.

The Iron Eater Beast, Xiong Er, hesitated for a moment and said, "Great God Tai Wei, would you be willing to visit our tribe as a guest?"

Donghua thought for a moment and replied, "Alright!"

Over the years of traveling the Primordial World, he had only visited small tribes and clans, to avoid getting entangled in larger disputes.

Today, he could go and see the Iron Eater Beast tribe under the Demon God Race.

The group traversed mountains and crossed ridges, arriving at the Iron Eater Beast tribe in an instant.

"Greetings, Young Chieftain."

"Young Chieftain, where are you hunting?"

"Young Chieftain, the Chieftain has been looking for you everywhere. Where did you go?"

Along the way, tribesmen greeted Xiong Er.

Donghua smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be the Young Chieftain of the Iron Eater Beast tribe, Xiong Er."

Xiong Er said with a simple and honest demeanor, "Great God, please don't tease me. I just have a good father. Our strength is vastly different."

Donghua replied, "It's alright if your strength is a little lacking now. You are still young, and you have plenty of time to cultivate in the future. Moreover, you have comprehended the Law of Strength, so your future achievements will be limitless."

Xiong Er sheepishly scratched his head. He didn't actually know how he had comprehended the Law of Strength; it was just very profound.

"Great God, my father is looking for me. Why don't we go together? Perhaps you know my father?"

Donghua thought about it. He had indeed met the Chieftain of the Iron Eater Beast tribe before, having listened to the Dao in Purple Heaven Palace together.

"Alright, let's go see your father. I haven't seen him in a long time!"

The group walked forward and went straight to a palace.

"You little brat, where did you run off to? Don't you know what time it is?"

As soon as they entered the Great Hall, a tall figure directly grabbed Xiong Er and began to scold him fiercely.

Xiong Er struggled but found it useless. He pleaded, "Old man, there are outsiders here. Give me some face and put me down."

At this, the figure threw Xiong Er aside and said, "You little kid who hasn't even fully grown your fur, what face do you need? The conflicts are getting more intense. If you die again, what will your old man do? If you dare to run around again, I'll break your legs."

Xiong Er was wronged and couldn't speak, but his wronged eyes held a sense of loneliness.

Shao Siming couldn't help but laugh out loud when she saw this scene.

The figure looked over, observing Shao Siming for a moment before failing to recognize her.

He then looked at Donghua, and with just one glance, he recognized him, as they were both guests in Purple Heaven Palace.

Yuan Xiong, the Chieftain of the Iron Eater Beast tribe, exuded an aura and asked doubtfully, "I didn't expect East King Gong to be here. Yuan Xiong has failed to welcome you properly."

"East King Gong? Master, you are the Lord of Purple Mansion, East King Gong? Master, didn't you say you were Tai Wei?"

"Great God, you are East King Gong?"

Golden-Winged Great Peng and Xiong Er were extremely shocked upon hearing Yuan Xiong's words.

Donghua smiled and said to Yuan Xiong, "Fellow Daoist Yuan Xiong, it's been a few Aeons since we last met. You're still the same as before."

After speaking, he turned to Shao Siming beside him and said, "Tai Hua, this is the Chieftain of the Iron Eater Beasts, Fellow Daoist Yuan Xiong. He is a guest in Purple Heaven Palace with me."

"This is the Young Siming of my Purple Mansion, Tai Hua."

Yuan Xiong said solemnly, "I dare not accept such praise. East King is the Head of Male Immortals and now has the cultivation of a Quasi-Saint. I truly dare not accept the title of 'Fellow Daoist'."

Yuan Xiong had the cultivation of a peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Shao Siming bowed and said, "Greetings, Chieftain Yuan Xiong."

Yuan Xiong replied, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Tai Hua. We can address each other as Fellow Daoists."

After some pleasantries, Yuan Xiong understood why Donghua had come. When he heard that Xiong Er had almost died, He couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed Xiong Er, giving him a severe beating.

"You little brat, how many times have I told you to cultivate properly in the tribe? You insisted on going out and causing trouble. Watch me beat you to death."

A barrage of iron fists landed on Xiong Er's backside, causing him to cry out in pain. In his agony, he couldn't help but use his Magical Power to resist.

"You little brat, you still dare to resist with your Magical Power."

This made Yuan Xiong even more furious. A verdant green bamboo slip appeared in his hand, and he whipped Xiong Er soundly.

Xiong Er: "You old geezer, are you trying to beat me to death?"

Donghua found it difficult to intervene, yet he also couldn't bear to watch. He really couldn't stand it. If you want to fight, wouldn't it be better to do it later in private?

Donghua: "Fellow Daoist Yuan Xiong, could you spare Xiong Er today for my sake?"

Yuan Xiong stopped.

"Please don't laugh, East King. This brat is completely disobedient."

Donghua: "It's alright, it's alright. It's good for young people to have some vitality. Moreover, Xiong Er has extraordinary talent, has comprehended the Law of Strength, and his future is boundless. Congratulations to you, Fellow Daoist."

Yuan Xiong heard this but did not show a happy expression. He sighed.

"I am happy that this brat can cultivate the Law of Strength, but I wish he hadn't cultivated it."

Donghua was puzzled.

"Fellow Daoist, why is that?"

Yuan Xiong: "Alas, I originally had two sons. Xiong Er is the second. His elder brother died many years ago in a battle with the Yao Race."

"Before their mother died, she made me raise them to be accomplished. Now that only one son is left, I wish even more that he could grow up safely and continue to cultivate well."

Donghua fell silent after hearing this, not knowing what to say. Regardless of the era, the love of parents for their children is selfless.

When Xiong Er heard Yuan Xiong's words, he stood up from the ground and said indignantly, "Father, don't stop me. I want to fight, and I will cultivate well. I will avenge Mother and my elder brother sooner or later."

Yuan Xiong was also very pleased upon hearing this. He patted Xiong Er's shoulder, "Be obedient, cultivate well, and don't run around. With your current cultivation, what revenge can you get? Leave the revenge for your mother and elder brother to me. Your old man is not dead yet, it's not your turn."

Xiong Er was indignant but knew his father was right. His cultivation was indeed far from sufficient.

Shao Siming asked curiously, "May I ask who Yuan Xiong's enemy is?"

"It's Ci Tie, one of the Ten Great Demon Gods of the Yao Race."

As he said this, Yuan Xiong's eyes were very calm, as if he were talking about a dead person.

After hearing this, Shao Siming and Tai Hua said nothing more. This was the result of the conflict and strife between the two races, and it was not convenient for an outsider like her to say much.

If the murderer were someone else, she might have been able to help a little, as she was very fond of Xiong Er.

Donghua saw that the atmosphere in the Great Hall had become somber, so he said, "Fellow Daoist Yuan Xiong, I am very optimistic about Xiong Er. He has extraordinary talent and high combat aptitude. He can even comprehend the Law of Strength that can break all laws with one force."

"As the saying goes, the aspirations of youth are like the rising sun, soaring straight into the clouds. Thirty thousand years to the east, thirty thousand years to the west, do not bully a young and poor person."

After Donghua finished speaking, Yuan Xiong and Tai Hua did not react much. After all, they had experienced too much. Geniuses are indeed good, but undeveloped geniuses are nothing.

However, when Jin Chi Da Peng Qing Xuan and Xiong Er heard this, their faces turned red, and they became very excited, as if they had been injected with hormones.

Xiong Er: "Great God, do you really think so?"

Donghua patted Xiong Er's shoulder and said, "Yes, that's right, young man. I'm optimistic about you. Your future is limitless."

"And you, Qing Xuan, the future of the Primordial World will ultimately depend on you young people."

Donghua gave these two a bowl of chicken soup.

Qing Xuan said excitedly, "Yes, Master. Your disciple will definitely cultivate well and not disgrace you."

Xiong Er said to his father, "Father, did you hear that? Even the Great God said so. Don't stop me anymore. I am a genius."

Yuan Xiong: "You brat..."

Before Yuan Xiong could finish, Xiong Er hurriedly said, "Father, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to cultivate."

"Great God, please chat with my father. I'll be going down now."

Donghua nodded and said, "Good, you must cultivate well. What happened between you and Qing Xuan is nothing. You are both young people and should have more to talk about. You can take Qing Xuan down with you and visit your tribe."

"Yes, Great God. I forgot about it long ago."

"Yes, Master."

After the two finished speaking, they ran out of the Great Hall.