Nursery

Central Wilderness Tribe.

Feng Xu was drawing a Battle Mark for Yunfeng.

"Passing down techniques this way lets even those who do not understand cultivation embark on the path of cultivation. It is quite a good method."

"Then let's teach it here first. We can widen the gap in strength between ourselves and the surrounding chief commanders."

Yunfeng waved his hand.

"Not for now. Otherwise, they will receive the news soon enough, and we will have to share the benefits with them."

"Then let's draw them for a few trusted confidants first. We can also give the children Battle Marks to lay a solid foundation."

Feng Xu proposed a different plan.

"The children are too used to freedom. We cannot keep their mouths shut."

Yunfeng was still somewhat uneasy.

"It is fine. They will only know that something has been drawn on their bodies, not what it is for."

"Why do you care so much about these children?"

"Because they are the tribe's future."

Feng Xu did not hesitate for even a moment.

The children of the Central Wilderness Tribe had it even worse than those of the former Wind-Fire Tribe.

Because the tribe had a larger population and more chaotic internal relationships, these children were like orphans living within their own homes.

No one cherished them. Each time, they could only pick through the leftovers after the adults had finished eating. Of course, the adults would deliberately leave some behind for them.

But with no one managing them, these children often fought fiercely over food. Those born weaker often starved to death.

The adults would not interfere.

In their eyes, this was natural selection. Only strong children could grow up, making the tribe stronger as well.

Feng Xu could not bear to watch such tragedies.

Previously, he had tried