Bloodline Secret Art

After the Eagle King left, Feng Xu moved the lessons into the new house.

It grew colder and colder outside, but inside, everyone ate hotpot and sang songs. With the stove providing warmth, this winter felt as warm as spring.

That morning, the sun was already high in the sky, and the weather began to warm.

Lin Sen, Jiang Ze, and Kun Tai put on their fur coats and set off with dried meat.

They were going back to their respective tribes to call people over to haul the goods.

A round trip would take more than ten days, and transporting everything back would take over twenty days in total. Everyone would be busy after spring arrived, so it was best to settle this before then.

Iron Mountain was in no rush. The Red Iron Tribe's supplies were provided by the Wind-Fire Tribe, so keeping them here was not much different from keeping them in the Wind-Fire Tribe.

Feng Xu led half the group to Wild Boar Ridge and returned to that cave once more.

He did not intend to bring back the wild boars allotted to this place. They would all be dragged into the cave and processed there.

After spring arrived, they would reclaim farmland on the plains below the mountain. This place would serve as a temporary warehouse for supplies.

After assigning everyone else their work, Feng Xu, Feng Sui, Feng Xi, and Iron Mountain walked to the cliff inside the cave.

"Can we really get down from such a high place?"

Feng Xu nodded and took out the Dharma Treasure, the Heaven-Hanging Ruler.

Why was it called the Heaven-Hanging Ruler? Because this Dharma Treasure could fly.

Feng Xu sent a stream of mana into it, activating the restrictions within the Dharma Treasure.

The Heaven-Hanging Ruler rapidly expanded, stopping only after it had grown more than ten feet long.

Feng Xu, Feng Sui, and Iron Mountain stepped onto the Heaven-Hanging Ruler with torches in hand, leaving Feng Xi behind to wait.

The Heaven-Hanging Ruler descended swiftly and steadily, while the purple glow below grew clearer and clearer.

After an unknown amount of time, the three of them finally reached the bottom.

The space here was extraordinarily vast, spanning roughly six li in every direction. A huge pool lay in the middle, while glowing purple crystals were piled all around it.

Purple motes of light drifted through the pool, and spiritual energy filled the air.

"No wonder that Pig Demon had such cultivation. There was actually such a blessed land here."

Feng Xu scooped up some water and felt the spiritual power contained within it.

"Can this place help us cultivate?" Feng Sui asked.

"Not for now."

Feng Xu shook his head.

"Cultivating mana here would yield twice the result with half the effort, but you use Bloodline Power. Unless you cultivate mana as well, it will not make much difference."

Although the Human Race's aptitude could not compare to that of innate beings, it was more than enough for them to embark on the path of cultivation.

However, they could neither read nor understand innate Dao script, making it difficult to teach them cultivation methods.

There was a secret art that could allow them to embark on the path of cultivation even without knowing any cultivation method.

That was right—the Battle Mark from the Witchblood Secret Art.

The original Battle Mark required the essence blood of more powerful ferocious beasts and more advanced materials, and it was better suited to the constitutions of the Witches. When Feng Xu had dreamed his way into the Purple Cloud Palace, he had improved this art and named it the Bloodline Secret Art.

It was generally similar to the Battle Mark of the Witchblood Secret Art, but Feng Xu understood it more deeply than the Witches did. The Witches themselves only had a superficial grasp of this art.

They simply stuffed in whatever was rare and powerful. Whether one could endure it and awaken a talent depended entirely on luck and personal strength.

Feng Xu was different. He could adjust the formula according to their needs and draw different Battle Marks.

Overall, they could be divided into three major categories.

The first was the cultivation method category, the branch Feng Xu had researched for the longest.

The formulas were divided into yin and yang types. By using different formulas according to different cultivation methods to draw the corresponding Battle Marks, warriors could cultivate according to those methods even if they did not know them.

However, they could only replace daily cultivation. At the time of a breakthrough, cultivators still had to grasp the timing themselves.

Still, if someone cultivated passively for too long, their ability to judge the right moment would naturally be inferior to that of normal cultivators.

The second was the divine ability category. Through powerful bloodlines, one could randomly awaken an Innate Divine Ability. Future cultivation would require circulating mana according to that Innate Divine Ability or a cultivation method similar to it.

The third was the transformation category. One would use the bloodline of a ferocious beast to draw a corresponding tattoo, and the circulation of one's mana would gradually shift toward that beast. Given enough time, one could transform during battle, becoming half-human and half-demon, or even fully demonized.

Each of the three methods had its own advantages and disadvantages, but a person could only choose one type of Battle Mark at a time.

Battle Marks would gradually fade away with metabolism, but the body's mana circulation would be permanently altered. Unless deliberately changed, it would remain that way for life.

Feng Xu's plan was to draw cultivation method Battle Marks for children at the age of five, primarily using the portion of the Eight-Nine Mystical Art before True Immortal.

After reaching adulthood, they could switch to another method or continue laying their foundation until they broke through to True Immortal, then change methods.

The choice would mainly depend on the cultivator's talent.

These were all tribal secrets, and he intended to let his own people use them first.

"At present, we only have the essence blood of the Wolf King and the Pig Demon. Demonization can only use those two, and random divine abilities will also be influenced by their bloodlines. So my suggestion is to use cultivation method Battle Marks to build a foundation first."

Once the tribe's overall strength increased and they could hunt demon beasts with greater potential, it would be better to switch to the divine ability or transformation categories.

Feng Xu himself planned to do the same.

The portion of the Eight-Nine Mystical Art above True Immortal could not be passed on, as the karma involved was too great.

Once the tribe produced experts above True Immortal, it would not matter. Feng Xu's insight had already reached the level of Quasi-Sage Peak, so creating a new cultivation method would not be difficult.

Feng Sui and Iron Mountain naturally listened to Feng Xu. They knew nothing at all about this kind of secret art.

The three of them made a round below but found nothing else unusual. Feng Xu used the Heaven-Hanging Ruler to bring them back up.

Feng Xu made a rough estimate. This cliff was more than three thousand zhang deep, while the mountain itself was only a thousand zhang tall.

In other words, that treasure land below lay beneath the earth veins.

Feng Xu had people carve out holes on both sides of the cave, intending to place oil lamps there for lighting later. He also built an earthen wall along the edge of the cliff to prevent anyone from accidentally falling.

Feng Xu and Feng Sui returned to the tribe first to prepare the materials for drawing Battle Marks, while the others continued working here.

By the time the people from the three tribes returned to move the spoils, everyone in the Wind-Fire and Red Iron Tribes except the elderly had already received their Battle Marks.

The Battle Marks were hidden beneath their fur coats, completely invisible to outsiders.

As the winter snow melted, the earth came alive once more.

Feng Xu stood on the mountain ridge and gazed at the distant plains.

"It is time to prepare for spring plowing."

Planting rice probably would not earn Merit, but it could improve their meals. Even without Merit, it still had to be done.

More than eighty people carried farming tools and eagerly headed down the mountain to till the land.

"Sigh, you only find it novel right now. You will not be smiling later."

Feng Xu teased as he watched the beaming tribespeople.

He had more than five hundred jin of rice seed, enough to cultivate over two hundred mu of land. For these strong, robust primitive humans, it was no difficult task.

The men pushed plows while the children cleared stones from the soil.

The women and elderly did lighter work near the new houses.

After winter, nearly all the women were pregnant, and Feng Xu did not want them doing heavy labor.

They reclaimed more than two hundred and fifty mu of land in just two days.

That night, everyone slept in caves that had been dug in advance.

Feng Xu arranged the next day's work and told them to rest early.

"Xu, is planting that... rice really so troublesome? Wouldn't it be enough to scatter the seeds directly?"

"Farming requires care. If you work a little harder now, you can harvest more later."

The Primordial World was filled with spiritual energy, so they could indeed scatter seeds on the ground and still get a good harvest. But Feng Xu hoped they would take farming seriously.

Perhaps when spiritual energy declined in the future, they would need more meticulous labor just to achieve some harvest.

Besides, plowing the land first could increase the yield. After all, in another world, this process had been passed down for thousands of years.