Just as anxiety was eating at him, two burly tribesmen barged in. "A Sheng, don't blame us. Your father said you didn't pass the Coming-of-Age Ceremony or awaken your Bloodline.
"He's sending you to a cave in the back mountain. You can't come out until you awaken your Bloodline and complete the Coming-of-Age Ceremony!"
Before Tang Changsheng could react, they seized him by the arms and marched him toward the back mountain.
Over the past few days, Tang Changsheng's injuries had mostly healed. The Wizard's herbs had worked well, and this body was young and brimming with vitality. It could not compare to his own body with its six Secret Apertures open, but it was strong enough.
His quiet cultivation over those days had helped too. Aside from a few fractures that had yet to mend, he had fully recovered.
Tang Changsheng did not resist. By now, he knew that this body's so-called father was the Tribal Stockade's warrior chief and its strongest fighter.
Among the Black Rock Mountains' 168 stockades, each Tribal Stockade was led jointly by a warrior chief and a Wizard. In many, the Wizard even outranked the chief.
Yet despite being the warrior chief's son, Tang Changsheng had failed his trial. He had not hunted down prey to offer to the Ancestral Spirit and ask it to awaken the power of his bloodline.
Being shut in the back mountain cave was his punishment... though it could also be called another chance.
Selfishness was human nature. In many Tribal Stockades, the positions of warrior chief and even Wizard had been monopolized and passed down through the generations. Hongdong Tribal Stockade was no exception: the warrior chief's position had remained in his family for three generations!
From the memories left in this body, Tang Changsheng vaguely recalled that