Demon Race's Revenge

Lin Sen's breakthrough took a day less than Feng Xi's, proving that the improved formula was effective.

After Feng Xu collected the feedback, Jiang Ze entered the Blood Pool as well. Logically, with his strength, he should have broken through in a few hours. Yet an entire day passed without any sign of movement.

Had this guy drained himself dry over the past two days?

He had seemed so proper before. Who would have thought he was so capable?

Feng Xu left the Blood Pool and began studying Battle Marks.

Battle Marks used the blood essence of ferocious beasts mixed with special materials to create dye, which was then used to paint patterns onto the body.

This method could randomly awaken an Innate Divine Ability.

Because the materials were precious, only Witches who had reached the Golden Immortal realm were generally qualified to use them.

If he followed the original formula, leaving aside whether the Human Race could withstand it, the materials alone were beyond what the Wind-Fire Tribe could obtain.

Even the core tribes of the Human Race in the Great Wilderness could not gather them all.

"Do we really have to use such high-grade materials?"

The Witches did not understand Battle Marks all that deeply either. Their method was rather arbitrary: they threw in the blood essence of all kinds of powerful ferocious beasts, then added all sorts of rare materials.

After that, it all depended on whether the individual could endure it. Those who survived awakened divine abilities; those who did not could only return to the embrace of the Father God.

It was far too barbaric. The Human Race could not do things this way.

Feng Xu decided to experiment on wild rabbits.

He caught ten wild rabbits in the snow, plucked and shaved them clean, drew some blood from the Blood Pool, and painted patterns onto their bodies. The designs still followed the Witches' style.

Other than cultivating, Feng Xu spent every day catching rabbits for his experiments. Gradually, wild rabbits became scarce in the surrounding area.

The others had no idea what he was doing and simply went about their own work.

Even in winter, Feng Xu did not want them to be too idle.

Before the snow came, they had gathered large quantities of thin vines. After some simple processing, they used them to weave vine baskets, while others tanned wolf hides.

There was always work to be done.

The new houses had dedicated cooking stoves. Some people were responsible for preparing meals, while everyone else only needed to eat when it was time.

This life was far better than before, and everyone was content.

"Keeping people busy even in winter... I'm practically inhuman."

Feng Xu led several wild rabbits back to the tribe. Seeing the tribespeople sitting in twos and threes as they worked, he felt a little guilty.

The main problem was that life was too monotonous and their language too limited. Otherwise, sitting together, working, and chatting would have been quite relaxing.

After all, there were no production quotas for these tasks.

"Xu, people from the Lukun Tribe have arrived."

When Feng Xi saw Feng Xu return, he briefly explained the situation.

Even Kun Tai had come, while the people from the Red Iron Tribe had yet to arrive.

Feng Xu had assigned them quite a bit of work, so they were probably still forging iron at the moment.

Feng Xu arranged for Kun Tai and Lin Sen to live together.

One lived in a tree, while the other hid underground. Perhaps they would have something in common to talk about.

All right, the truth was that Feng Xu did not want the leaders of the other tribes to become too familiar with one another. That would better allow the Wind-Fire Tribe to dominate relations between the tribes.

The Lin Tribe and the Lukun Tribe were far apart, making contact between them the least likely.

Lin Sen had already broken through to Earth Immortal, and Kun Tai was more obedient before him than the rabbits in Feng Xu's arms.

Just as Feng Xu was discussing the new houses with Kun Tai, Jiang Ze emerged from seclusion.

Feng Xu placed the prepared medicinal herbs into the Blood Pool, then began teaching everyone how to read.

Aside from the three leaders and Eagle King, the tribe's children attended as well.

Feng Yuqi was absent because Feng Xu was teaching from the beginning.

Feng Xu had created more than two thousand characters. Feng Yuqi had learned around a thousand, while the other children only knew two or three hundred.

The lessons mainly covered what each character represented, how it had evolved, how it was pronounced, and so on.

These leaders had cultivation and sharper minds, so Feng Xu taught them ten characters a day.

Their daily homework consisted of reading and copying.

They wrote on beast hides with charred sticks. After their work was checked, the writing could be wiped away and the hides reused.

The Red Iron Tribe arrived near the end of winter's first month.

They brought four carts of iron tools, all designed by Feng Xu for possible use.

There were also some unused iron billets. Feng Xu planned to use them to forge a large saber for Feng Xi.

The forging conditions here were inferior to those of the Red Iron Tribe, so Feng Xu used both physical methods and mana refinement. He even had Feng Xi and Feng Sui take turns working the metal. After repeatedly folding and hammering it, they finally shaped it into a saber.

The remaining process was completed entirely through mana refinement. Only then could it become a Dharma Artifact. The entire process took two days, and a Superior Houtian Dharma Artifact was born. It was named the Redfire Saber.

Feng Xi took the Redfire Saber and performed a set of basic saber techniques according to Feng Xu's gestures. He could not bear to put it down.

"Swing your saber three thousand times a day, and you'll become a grandmaster."

Feng Xu had merely been joking, but Feng Xi took it seriously. From then on, he diligently practiced his saber techniques every day.

Feng Sui suddenly felt that the Mountain-Cleaving Axe in his hands was no longer so appealing, and he wanted to learn some moves as well.

"Then I'll teach you the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Axes. Master them all, and you'll shake heaven and earth and make ghosts weep."

Feng Xu took the axe and began demonstrating.

The first move was Split the Head, the second was Ghost Picks Teeth, and the third was Dig Out Ears.

Feng Xu stopped moving, and his body returned to its normal size.

He had originally been too short to wield such heavy weapons.

"What about the other thirty-odd moves?" Feng Sui asked.

How was he supposed to know? Cheng Yaojin only knew these three moves in the television dramas. How could he know what the others were?

"The rest will depend on your own comprehension. Techniques are dead, but people are alive. You cannot be bound by techniques."

Feng Sui nodded and prepared to practice the axe every day.

The facts proved that feeding people motivational nonsense in the Great Wilderness was quite useful.

Feng Xu specifically arranged a clear-broth hotpot feast to reward the Red Iron Tribe.

"Iron Mountain, you've worked hard during this time. Go cultivate in the Blood Pool tomorrow."

Feng Sui personally expressed his concern. Iron Mountain was flattered and looked slightly uneasy.

"If you want to establish a tribe of your own, I won't oppose it. But once you become a leader, you must be responsible for everyone. You cannot think only of yourself."

Iron Mountain nodded in agreement. He wanted to achieve something and prove that he was no worse than Feng Sui.

Feng Xi introduced everyone present. Feng Xu and Yuqi stood nearby with the children, slicing meat for everyone.

Children at this age could not sit at the table.

The snow fell ever harder, but every person in the tribe wore a smile.

This was the most comfortable winter they had ever experienced.

Wild Boar Ridge, the beast herd's nest.

Giant trees pierced the sky, and snow covered the ground.

A group of enormous wild boars were divided into several clusters, huddling together against the cold wind and snow.

They lay quietly beneath the trees, breathing slowly and deeply. Each exhalation formed a cloud of white mist.

Boom—

A massive boulder at the mountainside exploded outward, revealing a huge cave within.

A muscular figure covered in black hair, with a human body and a pig's face, walked out from inside.

The wild boars in the valley began to stir and rushed over to investigate. Yet once they drew close, they all lowered their heads in worship.

"Where is my son?"

The demon's voice echoed through the mountains. A wild boar forty zhang long stepped forward, roaring while making all sorts of gestures.

"What? My son was killed by the Human Race?"

The Pig Demon found it hard to believe. It had seen the nearby humans before, and their strength was not much different from its child's. But the wild boar race possessed extremely high defenses. Logically, they should not have been so easily killed.

Not to mention that other wild boars had accompanied him.

"Damn it! I should have wiped out those humans back then."

The Pig Demon roared, its voice reverberating through the mountain ridges.

"Bring every member of our race. We will destroy the Human Race together."

The Pig Demon gritted its teeth. It had only this one offspring.

The hatred of killing its son was irreconcilable, and the boar herd was powerful.

The Pig Demon did not regard the Human Race as a threat.

The boar herd began to gather, and a vast group of Pig Demons advanced toward the Wind-Fire Tribe.

As they traveled, they searched for anything edible.

A white snake more than two hundred zhang long tried to block their way, but after sensing the cultivation of the boar herd's leader, it immediately retreated.

Its cultivation was roughly at the middle stage of Earth Immortal, while the Pig Demon had already reached the late stage of Earth Immortal.

The Pig Demon did not give it the chance to flee. It leaped into the air and stomped the white snake beneath its foot.

The white snake felt as if a mountain were pressing down on its back, leaving it unable to move. It opened its mouth to beg for mercy.

"Senior, spare my life. This junior was merely passing through and had no intention of offending you."

"I've been in seclusion for so long and haven't had a proper meal. Since you've delivered yourself to me, this must be the tribulation fated for you."

The Pig Demon slapped the Snake Demon's head. While the latter was dazed, it opened its enormous maw and swallowed the entire snake head in one bite.

This was a devouring ability commonly used by ferocious beasts. It could refine prey far larger than itself, shrink it down, and swallow it into its belly.

The Pig Demon's jaws worked up and down, gradually swallowing the Snake Demon whole.

The Pig Demon let out a satisfied burp and continued leading the boar herd onward.

Eagle King, soaring above the clouds, saw this scene and rushed back to the Wind-Fire Tribe.

A powerful Demon Race expert had emerged. The nearby tribes would likely know no peace.