Post-Battle Distribution

"Of course. But the battle isn't over yet. I need to go back and help first."

Feng Xu smiled and nodded.

"Fine. Since we're already here, there's no harm in lending a hand."

The Eagle King took Feng Xu back to the middle of the valley.

The valley reeked of blood. More than a hundred wolves had been slaughtered.

"How did the battle go?"

Feng Xu landed beside the deep pit and asked Feng Xi, who stood nearby.

"Other than the Wolf King, all of them have been killed. More than a dozen of us suffered minor injuries, but no one died. By the way, how is the Wolf King? Did the thirty-odd men up ahead take it down?"

Feng Xi bowed to the Eagle King before answering Feng Xu.

Feng Xu had instructed them on this long ago: all powerful beings were to be treated with respect.

"There was a minor accident, but we still took it down."

Feng Xu took out his Dharma Treasure and enlarged the fishing net.

"Give it a quick death. It was the king of the wolf pack, after all."

Feng Xu sighed.

The Wolf King was capable, but those not of our kind were bound to harbor different intentions. Keeping such a cunning fellow nearby carried too many hidden dangers, unless one was an entire major realm above it.

Besides, the Eagle King had already claimed its organs.

Seeing Feng Xi raise his battle axe, the Wolf King calmly closed its eyes and awaited death.

That was simply how the Great Wilderness worked: the strong lived, and the weak died. The victor became king and the loser a bandit. There was nothing to resent. If begging for mercy worked, why would anyone cultivate?

Feng Xi struck the Wolf King's neck with all his strength. The Wolf King twitched for a while before finally becoming completely still.

After putting away his Dharma Treasure, Feng Xu motioned for the others to step back.

Everyone began clearing the battlefield, while those above the valley came down one after another to help.

Kun Tai came before Feng Xu, feeling deeply uneasy.

"About the reward we discussed earlier..."

"You still have the nerve to mention that? Why didn't your tribe step forward when the Wolf King was fleeing?"

Tie Song roared and interrupted him, gesturing nonstop with his hands.

"If not for Senior's help, the Wolf King would surely have escaped. If it recovered its strength and returned for revenge, could you bear the consequences?"

"But... hasn't it already..."

"That has nothing to do with you either. Go back where you came from. We've already fed you plenty during this time, so it isn't as if you worked for nothing."

Feng Xi glanced at Feng Xu, then cut him off.

After spending so many days with Feng Xu, he had learned some simple ways of speaking as well.

"There are so many wolves here. You have to give us a few, right? You have more than enough food."

"Sure. Pick a few smaller ones as rations for the road."

Iron Mountain walked over with a cold expression.

He looked down on the weak, and he looked down on cowards even more.

"That won't do. They're so weak, they probably can't even carry a young wolf. I think we should give them the wolf cubs instead."

Someone nearby burst into laughter.

Kun Tai grew increasingly embarrassed. Even if the others truly gave them nothing, there was nothing they could do. Not only did they not dare resist, but even if they fought, they would be completely outmatched.

"Enough. They did contribute, after all."

Seeing that the timing was about right, Feng Xu spoke.

Those wolf cubs were meant to be tamed into dogs. They could not be given away.

He looked at Kun Tai with a warm smile.

"Today is a joyous day. How about this? There are eight carts used to transport the catapults. Once everything has been moved back, we'll give you two of them."

Feng Xu paced before the group.

"The Wolf King goes to the Wind-Fire Tribe. In addition, sixty wolf pelts and the wolf cubs will also go to the Wind-Fire Tribe. The Lukun Tribe can take as much as two carts can carry. After all, they did contribute. Everything left will belong to the Red Iron Tribe."

The gains from wiping out the entire wolf pack this time were immense.

Even if ten tribes came to divide the spoils instead of three, they would all return fully loaded.

With this distribution, the Red Iron Tribe received the most, while the Wind-Fire Tribe received the higher-quality items.

Although it was far less than the originally promised half of the spoils, the Lukun Tribe had shrunk back first. Besides, two fully loaded carts would be enough to feed the Lukun Tribe until next year.

Kun Tai felt grateful and respected Feng Xu even more.

Before coming here, he had never imagined they could truly wipe out the wolf pack. He had thought they would only kill a few wolves. This harvest had already far exceeded his expectations.

"Then let's divide it this way. We don't need half anymore. Two carts are enough."

The Red Iron Tribe cleared the battlefield, while the Lukun Tribe transported the goods back to their camp.

Feng Xu used his Dharma Treasure to store the Wolf King, whose organs had been removed, then returned to camp to cultivate.

During this time, he had been using Merit to accelerate his cultivation. He had not touched the bulk of his Merit, only using the occasional scattered points of extra Merit.

His sphere of influence was still too small, so spreading those techniques did not earn much Merit. Once they were fully implemented, the Merit gained from spreading them would far exceed that gained from creating them.

Once he reached Three-Turn Blood Refinement, he would be able to use Bloodline Power as well. His strength would increase dramatically then.

"Simply activating my bloodline to transform into a giant is far too crude. I wonder if there's a more advanced way to use it."

Feng Xu opened the Merit Mall and searched for cultivation techniques and secret arts.

"Witchblood Secret Art?"

This was a method used by the Witches to strengthen themselves with beast blood.

The complete secret art included the Blood Pool, Battle Mark, and blood medicine, costing ten thousand Merit. The most valuable aspect of this secret art was its potential for dissemination.

The Primordial World had many powerful cultivation techniques and secret arts, most of which placed certain demands on aptitude and comprehension.

This secret art of the Witches could alter the user's inborn circuits, allowing them to cultivate at all times and in all places.

Its efficiency could not compare to more advanced cultivation techniques, but it cultivated passively, allowing one to grow stronger every moment. Unless someone else entered long-term secluded cultivation, it was hard to say who would gain more cultivation in a day.

Since it required no active cultivation, it also lowered the threshold for users. Basically, anyone with even a little aptitude could embark on the path of cultivation.

At present, every member of the Human Race could cultivate. If cultivation techniques were spread among the Human Race, only a handful would learn them. But if this secret art were promoted, everyone could grow stronger.

"If it cultivates passively, does that mean the Human Race can become stronger while working, improving both productivity and themselves at the same time?"

An idea suddenly flashed through Feng Xu's mind.

If that were true, could working hours be extended in the future?

No, how could I have such an evil thought? They are all my brothers and sisters, my fellow kin!

Feng Xu watched the warriors bustling about the camp, strange thoughts flashing through his mind.

Maybe my real father is among them.

Born in an era like this, he did not even know who his parents were. He could only regard all his clansmen as family.

Since they were all family, it wasn't too much to ask them to work hard for this family, was it?

Feng Xu exchanged for the Witchblood Secret Art.

The Blood Pool was made by blending fierce beast blood. It could stimulate and strengthen the Bloodline Power within the body, but its cost was high, so it was generally used for breakthroughs.

Battle Marks were patterns painted onto the body using prepared beast blood. These patterns would gradually fade with metabolism. But before that happened, the body's circuits would be altered.

Blood medicine was a secret medicine refined from fierce beast essence blood that could increase cultivation.

After organizing all the information, Feng Xu did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"It really is a secret art of the Witches. It can't be casually used on the Human Race."

The Witchblood Secret Art required the blood of powerful fierce beasts, and its finished products were exceptionally violent. Human bodies simply could not withstand them. If this art were to be used on the Human Race, some medicinal herbs would need to be added to neutralize it.

"Do I have to start tasting a hundred herbs?"

The Merit Mall's details page only introduced physical properties, not medicinal effects. To find suitable herbs, he would have to think of another way.

The Primordial World had alchemy. If he could learn it, he should also be able to alter and improve the Witchblood Secret Art.

Feng Xu began searching through the contents of alchemy arts.

Grand Pure Alchemy Formula, one million Merit.

Creation Alchemy Dao, eight hundred thousand Merit.

Jade Pool Root-Stabilizing Pure Elixir Formula, one hundred and fifty thousand Merit.

Other than those related to the future Six Sages, all cost between one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand Merit.

"Ginseng Compendium of a Hundred Medicines, twenty thousand Merit."

Zhen Yuanzi had once wanted to refine ginseng fruit into pills and had experimented with the properties of many herbs and plants. Later, he realized that ginseng fruit was, after all, a top-tier innate spiritual root. How could ordinary things be worthy of pairing with it?

And rare spiritual roots were exceedingly difficult to find.

He had thus given up on the Alchemy Dao, and the experience he had accumulated became useless.

But it was of great use to Feng Xu. Not only could he find a way to balance beast blood within it, but he could also raise the Human Race's herbal medicine knowledge to a very high level.

This was Zhen Yuanzi's accumulation over tens of thousands of years!

Tens of thousands of years meant nothing to Zhen Yuanzi, but to the current Human Race, they were unimaginably distant.

Feng Xu exchanged for the Ginseng Compendium of a Hundred Medicines. In an instant, a vast amount of information flooded into his mind.

It recorded the medicinal properties of over a thousand herbs and plants, as well as all kinds of preparation methods and several hundred combinations. Most were meaningless and useless medicines, but they were enough to understand medicinal principles.

Only a dozen or so low-level pill formulas were usable.

Longevity Mountain, Five Villages Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly felt something strange. Why had he gained some Merit?