Before long.
A band of tribal warriors came panting out of the forest beside the river.
Leading them was none other than Jiang Yang's father in this life.
At first glance, he saw the enormous corpse of the Nine-Headed Serpent lying beside the river, and delighted surprise rose in his heart.
But he soon looked around the corpse and saw Jiang Yang standing unharmed by the river, and the stone weighing on his heart finally fell away.
"Good, good! My son is unharmed, and the Fierce Beasts are dead. This is a great victory for our Fuxi Clan!"
Eighth-Generation Fuxi shouted joyfully. Ignoring his fatigue, he ran to Jiang Yang's side, his eyes filled with delight.
"Worthy indeed of being my son, a Son of Fuxi! A young War God!"
Behind him, a large crowd of warriors from the Fuxi Tribe also ran over. They stared in shock at the hill-sized corpse of the Nine-Headed Serpent sprawled on the ground, fervor appearing on all their faces!
"Jiang, warrior!"
"Jiang, War God!"
They beat their chests, making the sounds of fists pounding muscle, and were actually even happier than Jiang Yang himself.
In their excitement, some tribal warriors even began dancing on the spot. Their ugly movements were more than Jiang Yang could bear to watch.
After making a commotion for a while.
Everyone quieted down.
Jiang Yang's father in this life, Eighth-Generation Fuxi, spoke.
"Warriors, my son slew this monster. Let us carry it back to the tribe for the tribes of the entire Great Wilderness to see. Our Fuxi Clan is still mighty!"
"Wulululu!"
The tribal warriors all cried out excitedly, slung their weapons onto their backs, and stepped forward to lift the Nine-Headed Serpent's enormous corpse.
As its slayer, Jiang Yang had wanted to lend a hand too,