Ancient Barbarian Technique

"Su Ming, these are things not passed down through the Barbarian Statue, but every Barbarian Warrior must know and remember! I may never reach the Dust Opening Realm in this lifetime...

"The Barbarian Duke of the Fengzhen Tribe was no match for me before he turned twenty. It wasn't until he was thirty-four that he could barely fight me on equal terms. Back then, throughout all the tribes in the surrounding lands, there wasn't a soul who didn't know your Grandpa!" Grandpa spoke slowly. A faint flush passed over his aged face, and a trace of distant pride glimmered in his eyes.

But that pride seemed sealed away, covered in dust...

"Back then, I had already reached the eighth layer of Blood Condensation..." Grandpa sighed and murmured bitterly, as if recalling the past. A thread of sorrow gradually showed in his expression.

"Su Ming, remember this: there's always a sky beyond the sky, and people beyond people. Never become complacent..." Grandpa shook his head, as if unwilling to speak any further about his past.

"Your Grandpa left home three times in his life. I experienced many things and lost just as much, but I learned a Barbarian Art. This art is far beyond anything the Fengzhen Tribe could know. It's hard to obtain even within some of the larger medium-sized tribes. It's a method of Ancient Barbarian that only large tribes can master...

"The true Barbarian Awakening Technique... It can only be used once in a lifetime, a blessing prepared for one's descendants." Grandpa's gaze sharpened. He suddenly raised his right hand. His entire palm turned crimson in an instant, then slowly pressed down on the crown of Su Ming's head.

"Su Ming, I'm using the one and only Barbarian Awakening of my life on you. Your Grandpa blesses you. I hope you can fulfill my wish and make Dust Opening appear once more in the Wu Mountain Tribe!!

"Circulate your blood and qi, and fuse it with the Barbarian Blood I've refined for eighty years!" Blood light surged across Grandpa's entire body. His right hand in particular seemed ready to drip with blood, and countless blood lines surfaced over him. There were more than seven hundred of them!!

This was Grandpa's true strength. With more than seven hundred blood lines, even though he was only at the ninth layer of Blood Condensation, he was still strong enough to fight someone at the tenth!

Su Ming's body trembled. A boundless warmth immediately flowed into the blood and qi circulating within him, pouring in through the crown of his head and spreading throughout his body. His blood and qi surged faster in an instant, and large amounts of black filth seeped from his pores. His body gradually felt translucent, as if with every breath, countless pores across his entire body were greedily absorbing the world's breath.

Cracking sounds echoed around him. Su Ming stopped trembling, his face flushed as if he had swallowed a potent tonic. The blood lines on his body, too, began to change!

The illusory seventh blood line suddenly solidified. As soon as it formed, an eighth blood line rose up after it, and a ninth flickered into view.

The blood and qi within Su Ming circulated at a terrifying speed. With each cycle, it seemed to refine all the blood in his body. He even had the strange feeling that his blood had become incredibly viscous.

"So this is the true meaning of the Blood Condensation Realm! Refining my own blood until I finally condense Barbarian Blood!"

During his past cultivation, he had always felt that the blood in his body would soon run out. But now, beneath the boundless warmth pouring in through the crown of his head, that sensation vanished without a trace. In a daze, he even felt...

Grandpa, surrounded by blood light, seemed to have become a huge crimson orb. Su Ming was one too, but compared to Grandpa's, he was like a firefly beside the bright moon. Yet that firefly was absorbing the moon's radiance and growing stronger by the second.

"So... this is what Grandpa meant by the true Barbarian Awakening of my Barbarian Tribe, the Ancient Barbarian Method that only large tribes can possess!!"

The ninth blood line fully condensed. A sense of strength filled Su Ming's entire body. The large amounts of black grime on his skin seemed to have flowed away, replaced by an indescribable fragrance.

Su Ming was immersed in the sensation. It was warm.

Grandpa kept watching Su Ming's body. He knew that the true Barbarian Awakening of this Ancient Barbarian Technique wasn't meant to improve a descendant's cultivation. Its purpose was to force all impurities from their body and shape them a suitable physique, making their path of cultivation far smoother.

This wasn't simply forcing out grime. It used one's own Barbarian Blood as a guide, working through a method Grandpa didn't understand. And it could only be done once in a lifetime!

If he tried to perform it a second time, the person using the technique would immediately explode, their soul scattered and gone forever.

As the fragrance from Su Ming's body grew stronger, a smile gradually spread across Grandpa's face. But he didn't stop. He took a deep breath, raised his left hand, and slammed it down on his right. A still more powerful warmth roared into Su Ming's body.

Su Ming's body jolted. The black grime had stopped seeping from his skin, but now, as the warmth poured in, thumping sounds came from within him. More black filth began to seep out.

At the same time, the tenth blood line on Su Ming's body quickly solidified, emerging from its blur. In just a moment, it had fully formed. Even the eleventh blood line began to flicker into view!

Once the eleventh blood line solidified, it would mean Su Ming had reached the third layer of the Blood Condensation Realm!

But the eleventh blood line seemed incredibly difficult to bring fully into view. Even when no more black grime seeped from Su Ming's body and the fragrance surrounded him, that eleventh blood line remained only faintly visible.

"Su Ming, I can't force your cultivation higher. It wouldn't do you any good. But with your hard work, it won't be long before you reach the third layer on your own." Grandpa's voice echoed in Su Ming's ears.

Su Ming took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

The instant he opened them, the world before him seemed different. Everything looked countless times clearer than before. Many subtle details he had never noticed were now perfectly clear to him.

The world had changed.

His eyes were as clear as water, yet if one looked closely, they seemed like a deep abyss, the kind that drew people in until they couldn't pull themselves away.

He saw Grandpa. But now, Grandpa looked even older, faintly worn with fatigue. The eyes that looked back at him held deep affection and warmth.

Su Ming stared blankly at Grandpa. In silence, he knelt there and gently bowed his head to him.

"All right, you've grown up. You're no longer Lasu. Your Grandpa's a little tired. Go back and let me rest."

"Grandpa..." Su Ming bit his lip and looked deeply at him, engraving everything in his heart. For all eternity, he would never forget this man, who had been by his side through so many years of his youth, teaching him what family meant and helping him understand a love that could never be repaid in a lifetime...

"In a few days, come with me to the Fengzhen Tribe and visit their Barbarian Duke. You'll get to see the Fengzhen Tribe's Barbarian Warriors. The Black Mountain Tribe, the Black Dragon Tribe, and the other nearby small tribes will all be going too... It'll be a chance for the children of your generation..." As Su Ming left, Grandpa's voice echoed in his ears.

"I've used a Barbarian Art to conceal the blood and qi and fragrance on your body. No one can detect them unless their cultivation is higher than mine. And don't tell anyone else that you've become a Barbarian Warrior... We'll decide what to do after I find the traitor."

Su Ming nodded. He watched Grandpa close his eyes and sit cross-legged, sinking into cultivation, then quietly left.

He knew of the Fengzhen Tribe. It was the only medium-sized tribe in all the surrounding lands, the undisputed overlord of the region. Su Ming had heard rumors that the Fengzhen Tribe's Grandpa was a powerful cultivator of the Dust Opening Realm. He not only had an extraordinarily long lifespan, but also possessed power that reached the heavens.

"The Dust Opening Realm... I wonder if I'll reach it in this life... if I'll be able to draw my own Barbarian Mark..." Longing filled Su Ming's eyes. To him, the Dust Opening Realm was like something out of a legend, far beyond reach.

"So Grandpa's true strength was actually this formidable... Then could the Black Mountain Tribe's Barbarian Duke also be hiding something? Otherwise, they wouldn't have lasted until now..." Su Ming shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

When he reached the home he hadn't returned to for several months, Su Ming looked at the familiar place, and his heart settled. It was very tidy, without much dust. He knew Chen Xin must have come by while he was away.

Chen Xin was the only girl among the young women of the Wu Mountain Tribe who had much contact with Su Ming. She was the chief's daughter and could only marry the future chief, ensuring the tribe continued without splintering.

Su Ming had known this from a young age and hadn't thought much of it. In his heart, Chen Xin was like a younger sister. He felt nothing else for her.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, Su Ming touched the fragment around his neck and fell into thought.

As the sky gradually darkened, Lei Chen came to Su Ming's place, full of questions. But when he saw Su Ming, he froze again. His foolish look made Su Ming laugh.

Su Ming took out the medicinal herb he had obtained from the remains of a Black Mountain Tribe Barbarian Warrior. He recognized this Sky Rock Grass, a very rare variety. In all his years in the mountains, he had only found it once, and that had merely been a seedling. Unlike the one before him, which had fully grown and sprouted six leaves.

"Six-leaf Sky Rock Grass. I need some more for refining medicine. You can have one leaf; it might improve your cultivation quite a bit." Su Ming plucked off one leaf and handed it to Lei Chen.

Lei Chen scratched his head with a foolish grin and accepted it a little bashfully, then thumped his chest.

"Su Ming, I don't know much, but I told you when we were kids: I'll be our tribe's Grandpa someday. With me around, I'll protect you forever!"

Su Ming laughed heartily and chatted with Lei Chen for a while. When he saw Lei Chen staring dazedly at the Sky Rock Grass leaf in his hand, clearly eager to hurry back and swallow it so he could cultivate, Su Ming put on a tired look. Lei Chen immediately perked up and hurriedly stood to say his farewells.

By now, night had fully fallen, and the tribe had gradually quieted. Su Ming wedged a chair against the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and took a deep breath. His right hand touched the fragment at his neck as the strange place he had seen that day appeared in his mind.

"I've prepared enough Dust-Clearing Powder... I wonder if I'll find anything this time..." Su Ming closed his eyes. He had long since worked out how to enter that strange place: while cultivating with complete focus, he had to gather all the blood lines at his chest, and then he could enter a strange state.

He had tried it many times during his cultivation. This time, he would put it into practice.

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