Feng Sui's Breakthrough

The deepest part of the Blood Pool was four zhang deep, with a thick layer of medicinal herbs spread across the bottom.

The deeper the Blood Pool, the stronger its effects.

That area had been prepared for breaking through to Earth Immortal. Feng Xu was still far from that stage.

He went to find Feng Sui. Once Feng Sui had arranged the pottery firing, he would let him enter the Blood Pool and attempt a breakthrough.

"Once you go down, don't think about anything. Just do your best to suppress the unrest of the Bloodline Power inside your body."

Feng Xu instructed him.

The Blood Pool served as an aid; it did not directly provide Bloodline Power. The stronger one's Bloodline Power, the more intense the reaction would be.

The main problem was that there was too little essence blood in the Blood Pool, and the herbs were ordinary. Most of it was ordinary beast blood from the Wolf King, while the herbs were merely mundane ingredients with somewhat stronger medicinal effects.

Feng Sui went straight down to a depth of seven chi and closed his eyes to sense the changes in his body.

The blood within him surged wildly. Once he adapted, he faintly sensed signs of a breakthrough.

Joy appeared on Feng Sui's face as he continued deeper.

The Blood Pool was denser than water. With his body completely relaxed, Feng Sui could float on its surface.

Feng Xu observed from the side the entire time. This newly constructed Blood Pool had been improved by him according to his understanding of medicinal herbs and the Human Race's constitution. The experience of the Witches' Blood Pools could only serve as a reference.

A pained expression suddenly appeared on Feng Xu's face.

"If you can't endure it, come out at any time. I can continue improving it. Don't damage your foundation."

Feng Xu reminded him from the side.

Feng Sui did not come up. Instead, he dove toward the bottom of the pool.

Feng Xu could only wait at the side for four hours.

The sky gradually darkened.

Feng Xu never left, sitting cross-legged nearby to cultivate.

The Blood Pool began to boil as countless bloody bubbles surged up from the bottom.

Feng Xu opened his eyes and stopped cultivating.

"Did he make it?"

Feng Sui burst out from the bottom of the pool and let out a shout.

Countless slender red threads of light could be seen flowing along the blood vessels beneath his skin.

This was a sign that his Bloodline Power had been activated. Yet Feng Sui had not grown larger; he could already skillfully control his Bloodline Power!

The threads of light gradually vanished, and Feng Sui slowly opened his eyes.

"You made it?" Feng Xu asked tentatively.

Feng Sui nodded. As he looked at Feng Xu, gratitude and admiration filled his eyes.

The Wind-Fire Tribe finally had an Earth Immortal expert!

And Feng Sui's successful breakthrough meant that others could also break through this way.

The tribe's strength would rise rapidly.

Feng Xu asked Feng Sui for every detail of the process, then refined the formula.

In a few more days, once the improvements were complete, Feng Xi could enter the Blood Pool.

The two walked out of the cave, where quite a few people were waiting anxiously outside.

Some stood, while others sat.

When they saw the two emerge, they hurried forward to ask about the result.

"How was it? Did he succeed?"

"Did the Blood Pool work?"

"Sui, your aura is much steadier. Did you become stronger?"

Everyone spoke over one another as they crowded forward with questions.

Feng Sui helplessly told them to step back.

The crowd retreated a few steps, their excitement mixed with anticipation.

"Further back."

Not understanding why, they continued backing away.

Feng Sui shouted, and his body rapidly expanded until he became a giant ten zhang tall.

Yet the crowd could not see any difference. He still looked the same as before.

Feng Sui smiled faintly and continued growing.

This time, he grew even faster than before. Everyone jogged backward to avoid being stepped on.

By the time he stopped, Feng Sui had become a giant thirty to forty zhang tall.

Even without assuming a battle stance, his enormous body still brought immense pressure upon the crowd.

Feng Sui returned to his normal size and gestured for everyone to keep watching.

He walked to the stone wall and threw a punch. The wall shattered, leaving behind a massive crater twenty zhang in diameter!

"Not only can I become larger now, but even in my normal state, I can wield the strength of my activated bloodline."

This was the strength of Feng Xu's immortal realm.

Even against the Wolf King, he could probably tear it apart with his bare hands.

Only, he might not be able to keep up with its speed.

"That's wonderful."

Feng Xi stepped forward and lightly punched Feng Sui's chest.

He removed the Mountain-Cleaving Axe from his back and gave it to Feng Sui.

"This axe can change size freely. It suits you perfectly."

"You can break through too. Keep it for yourself."

Feng Sui did not accept it.

"I'm not used to this kind of weapon. You should use it. I'll have Feng Xu make me another one."

Feng Xi directly placed the Mountain-Cleaving Axe in Feng Sui's hand, then gestured to Feng Xu.

Feng Xu nodded in agreement.

"Just tell me what you need. I'll do my best to meet your requirements."

Feng Sui was bold and forthright, while Feng Xi was meticulous.

Relatively speaking, a weapon like the Mountain-Cleaving Axe suited Feng Sui's fighting style better.

The crowd dispersed and began preparing food for the two of them.

This time, Feng Sui's appetite was enormous, nearly three times his usual amount.

"Sui, you've already broken through to Earth Immortal. Feng Xi can try to break through as well. Once the Red Iron Tribe's warriors arrive, let's take down Wild Boar Ridge together," Feng Xu said.

As long as they took down Wild Boar Ridge, they could use it as a foothold to reach the plains and grow rice.

"Not yet. Wild Boar Ridge isn't as simple as you think."

"Didn't you deal with the strongest Pig Demon? What else is there to worry about?"

Sigh—

Feng Sui sighed and spoke of an experience from the past.

That had been sixty years ago, not long after the tribe had settled here.

Feng Sui often scouted the surrounding area to familiarize himself with the environment.

Then one day, a roar came from Wild Boar Ridge. It shook the mountains and sent every beast fleeing. Even Feng Sui had considered moving away.

"Then why didn't you move?"

"Because there was nowhere to go. Fierce beasts are everywhere. Where could we possibly find a safe place?"

The arrangement for the Human Race to survive in scattered small tribes was made by the larger tribes. If the Human Race gathered together, their strength would be greater and survival would be much easier.

But experts were as common as clouds in the Primordial World. Any random Golden Immortal could wipe out the Human Race. Scattered small tribes could hide in the mountains, leaving behind a seed for the Human Race.

Over the next few days, Feng Xu searched everywhere for medicinal herbs.

To strengthen the medicinal effects, he even seized a spirit herb guarded by a spirit beast.

Of course, Feng Sui was the one who drove it away.

Three days later, the Blood Pool's improvements were complete, and Feng Xi entered it as well.

He was somewhat weaker than Feng Sui had originally been. After adapting to the Blood Pool's effects, he too sank into its depths.

This time took much longer. Two days passed, yet he still had not emerged.

Feng Ling had already made quite a bit of hemp thread. Feng Xu planned to go check on her, leaving Feng Sui to guard the Blood Pool.

Feng Xu inspected the quality of the newly made hemp thread and found it fairly good. He cut the tanned ordinary wolf hides, then sewed them together with the hemp thread.

Using knotted cords as fasteners, a piece of clothing was completed.

Feng Xu made two pieces: a top and a pair of pants.

After he put them on, Feng Ling and the children gathered around to watch.

The clothes did not fit very well and still needed adjustment, but Feng Xu had intended to use Merit Treasure Refinement anyway. They would naturally become more comfortable afterward.

One set of clothes rewarded one hundred thousand Merit. He had not expected it to be comparable to making fire.

Feng Xu changed back into his grass skirt and had Feng Ling make several more sets following the same style.

Each set of clothes rewarded two Merit Points.

The tribe had quite a large population. Dressing everyone in new clothes would require plenty of hands. Aside from Feng Ling, only a few elders could help.

The children were too restless and could only serve as assistants.

Feng Yuqi was an exception. Among the children, a small number studied seriously, and she was one of them.

Every piece of clothing had to be made according to the individual's measurements. Relying solely on memory would not work.

Feng Xu standardized units of length: fen, cun, chi, and zhang, all roughly close to the values from his previous life's modern era.

He also made rulers from wooden strips with regular shapes.

Because they were not long enough, there was no zhang unit.

"This should be the first ruler in the Primordial World, right?"

Holding the wooden ruler, Feng Xu considered whether to refine it into a Merit Dharma Treasure as well.

"No, the first ruler already existed. It seemed to be called the Hongmeng... something ruler?"

After cultivating Spirit Sense, many memories from his previous life had become clear, though he still could not recall some details.

The wooden ruler was hard and brittle, making it troublesome to use for tailoring. They needed to first measure the body with a cord, then measure the cord with the ruler and record the dimensions.

Feng Xu used one thousand Merit to refine the clothes into a Low-grade Houtian Dharma Artifact that could change size. He then used up all his Merit to refine the wooden ruler into a Mid-grade Houtian Merit Spirit Treasure.

Under normal circumstances, refining a High-grade Merit Spirit Treasure required at least twice as much Merit as a mid-grade one.

Each increase in minor grade doubled the cost, while crossing a major grade multiplied it by four. Merit consumption rose exponentially.

But this ruler seemed unusual, and the Merit required had been greatly reduced. He did not know the exact reason.

After becoming a Merit Spirit Treasure, the wooden ruler became more regular. Using it as the standard, Feng Xu made four soft rulers from beast hide, each nine chi long.

He left these soft rulers with Feng Ling to use for measuring bodies and making clothes.

That night, Feng Xu sat cross-legged as usual to cultivate Spirit Sense. Before he realized it, he fell asleep and had a dream.

A ruler appeared in the dream, capable of expanding and shrinking freely. That was nothing unusual; his Dharma Treasure had the same function.

But the ruler in the dream could become finer than a strand of hair or grow large enough to blot out the sky.

Two large characters were engraved on its body—Measuring Heaven.