Visiting the Wind-Fire Tribe

Wind-Fire Tribe, former site.

Several leaders headed to the Blood Pool with Qu Shan.

"You have some pretty good houses here. They're much sturdier than those of the Central Wilderness Tribe."

Aside from the two-story fortified building constructed from the Wolf King's bones, the former site consisted entirely of single-story houses made from a mix of earth and wood.

Even along the eastern edge, they were considered quite decent.

"What are the houses in the Central Wilderness Tribe like?"

"We also build houses from beast bones, or from grass and wood. Their quality is inferior to this place's. Strong winds can blow the roofs right off. It's rather damp inside, nowhere near as comfortable as here."

This was a common problem among many tribes. Their living conditions were relatively poor.

"If the envoy is satisfied, we can arrange for some people skilled in construction to return with you. They can help the Central Wilderness Tribe improve its houses while also letting our people see more of the world."

Feng Sui echoed the suggestion.

Qu Shan nodded in agreement. Taking a few people back to the tribe was no great matter.

The group arrived at the Blood Pool. After ten years of development, it had already been expanded and upgraded.

It could now accommodate ten people breaking through at once.

Feeling the powerful Bloodline Power within it, Qu Shan could not help but praise it.

"It truly is a fine thing. With this method, the Human Race's strength can be greatly increased."

A Blood Pool of this level had little effect on Qu Shan. However, most members of the tribe were in the Innate Realm. If they could all advance to the Earth Immortal Realm, their overall combat strength would rise greatly.

Moreover, the Blood Pool's effects could be enhanced by increasing the strength of one's bloodline.

"Our conditions here are limited, and we cannot obtain powerful bloodlines. If the Central Wilderness Tribe can build several Blood Pools, I believe their effects will be several times greater than this one."

Feng Xu invited Qu Shan to try it himself.

Qu Shan merely dipped a hand into it and felt the changes in his bloodline.

It had an effect, but not much.

The fact that it could produce even a trace of effect on someone at his realm was already quite impressive.

"You brat, everything else about you is fine, but you never speak plainly. I always feel like you're implying something. That's not good."

Qu Shan pointed at Feng Xu. He seemed to be scolding him, yet there was no anger in his tone.

"Enough. If you can build the Blood Pool in the Central Wilderness Tribe, I can make the decision to give a few of you the chance to cultivate in it."

"We thank Lord Qu Shan."

The group bowed in thanks once more, and Qu Shan accepted with a smile.

Given the Central Wilderness Tribe's resources, constructing a True Immortal-level Blood Pool would not be difficult. Even if they could not endure Bloodline Power of that level, they could still cultivate near the Blood Pool.

Since the birth of the Human Race, more than a hundred years had passed without anyone above the Innate Realm making a breakthrough.

For no one to break through in over a century was perfectly normal among other Primordial World races.

But the Human Race was simply too weak, and fear had always lingered in their hearts. Only greater strength could dispel that fear.

After seeing the Blood Pool, they went to visit Vermilion Ridge.

Vermilion Ridge was more developed than the former site and served as the core area of the Wind-Fire Tribe.

It was divided into several areas: residential quarters, warehouses, workshops, a patrol camp, an academy, and more.

Every area was further subdivided.

For instance, the residential quarters included a five-story fortified building for offices, two- to three-story bamboo buildings for homes, a kitchen area for communal cooking, shared bathhouses and dining halls, as well as sanitation areas and garbage stations scattered throughout.

Although the Primordial World did not yet have bacteria, Feng Xu did not want to smell sweat all day.

Qu Shan looked upon the well-arranged, orderly Vermilion Ridge and its many novel things he had never seen before, and was deeply shaken.

The tribespeople lived and worked in peace, with no need to worry about survival.

How was this some small tribe? This was practically a paradise!

"I imagine even an immortal's residence, a blessed land or Grotto-Heaven, would be no better than this!"

That was actually an exaggeration, much like ancient farmers believing emperors used golden hoes to till the land.

Despite being a Heavenly Immortal, Qu Shan could not even cross the threshold of an immortal estate.

"The envoy has come from afar and helped us clear out the fiendish demons. Why not rest first and have a hot meal before continuing?"

Feng Sui brought Qu Shan to the dining hall. Mealtime was approaching, and the fragrance of rice and dishes drifted through the tribe.

"Very well... You have hot food here too? Do you also know how to use fire?"

Qu Shan quickly realized the implication and marveled once again at this place's development.

"Could it be that you people also...?"

Feng Xu's heart bled.

This was all Merit, yet someone had gotten there first.

"Three years ago, a genius youth emerged in the Northern Great Wilderness. The chief valued his talent and sent him to develop in the Central Wilderness Tribe. Not only is this youth powerful, he also taught the tribespeople how to make and use fire."

"What else has he done besides that?"

Feng Xu asked eagerly.

Logically speaking, the spread of fire should have begun with Suiren before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. It should not have appeared at this time.

Could he be another transmigrator?

"Nothing else, though the boy is already an early Heavenly Immortal and is highly valued by the lord.

He is honest, diligent, and hardworking. When danger arises, he dares to fight and charge ahead, always protecting the weaker tribespeople. He truly is a good person, and everyone likes him."

When Qu Shan spoke of this person, he became much more talkative.

He kept talking until Feng Sui brought over the food. It was clear that he truly thought highly of that youth.

Judging by the deeds Qu Shan described, the man truly was extraordinary. He was three years older than Feng Xu; in any other novel, he would unquestionably be the protagonist.

But in the Primordial World, without a cheat, everything was fleeting.

Still, for him to possess Heavenly Immortal strength at such a young age, perhaps he did have a cheat?

Once the dishes were served, Qu Shan's worldview was overturned again.

The Central Wilderness Tribe also knew how to use fire, but they only cooked food in the simplest manner. They had never seen such refined dishes.

Even the rice was something he had never encountered before.

Feng Sui demonstrated how to eat it, and Qu Shan copied him.

The moment the food entered his mouth, Qu Shan's taste buds were completely conquered. He had never eaten anything so delicious, and tears streamed down his face.

Only after eating ten huge bowls did he finally feel satisfied.

"Did I eat too much?"

No one had it easy these days. Eating so much at once might make things difficult for them.

"It is no matter. Please eat as much as you wish, my lord. The Wind-Fire Tribe may not be strong, but we have more than enough food."

Feng Sui smiled as he picked up his clay bowl and went to serve him another portion.

Feng Xu rolled his eyes inwardly.

That was practically the same as saying, My family has grain but no weapons. Come rob us.

What else could he do with such an honest chief?

Keep being a sly brat, of course.

Sure enough, once Feng Sui returned, Qu Shan asked for grain.

"The Wind-Fire Tribe has so much food? Could you send some to the Central Wilderness Tribe?"

"Of course."

Feng Xu took over the conversation.

"Our tribe happens to lack powerful bloodlines. Why not exchange grain with the Central Wilderness Tribe for them?"

Qu Shan grunted in acknowledgment. The Great Wilderness needed no small amount of grain, and he could not simply take it for free.

"What kind of bloodlines do you want?"

"Heavenly Immortal level or above. The stronger, the better."

"That can be arranged, though we will need to discuss the exchange rate."

Heavenly Immortal-level demon beasts were not uncommon on the front lines. Trading them for grain would not be a loss.

They discussed matters for an hour before finally setting the price.

One intact early Heavenly Immortal demon corpse could be exchanged for one hundred thousand jin of grain. For every minor realm higher, the price would increase by thirty percent.

Both sides believed they had gotten the better deal.

Qu Shan ordered three million jin of grain and wanted to inspect the warehouses to confirm whether the Great Wilderness reserves were sufficient.

When he reached the granary, he was completely dumbfounded.

The spacious granary was piled full of grain, estimated at more than two million jin.

And Vermilion Ridge had three granaries like this.

"You actually have this much grain?"

Qu Shan felt that he had been cheated. He had underestimated the Wind-Fire Tribe's strength earlier.

"The grain here does not belong to the Wind-Fire Tribe. It has already been reserved by large and small tribes in the surrounding area. We only distribute it in batches and wait for the new harvest."

Feng Xu stepped forward to explain.

"I see."

Qu Shan felt slightly better, then began to feel that he had come out ahead again.

What Feng Xu did not say was that the Wind-Fire Tribe's primary grain reserves were not at Vermilion Ridge.

They were in the granaries at the foot of the mountain.

There were far fewer wild beasts there, and it was closer to the rice fields. More than half the grain was stored there.

At present, they still had ten million jin of grain in reserve.

They had expanded production again this year. When the spring harvest came in two months, another estimated twenty million jin of new grain would enter storage.