Yuhua traveled north all the way and finally reached the banks of the Ji River.
Likewise, he came to the tribe's entrance and asked to see its chief.
The Youxiong Clan's guards were not as strict as those of the Shennong Tribe. Instead, one asked with a grin,
"Where have you come from, old man?"
Yuhua was actually dressed as a white-haired elder. Of course, his true appearance was quite youthful.
"I am Guang Chengzi, come from Mount Kongtong!"
Yuhua stroked his long beard with an imposing air and spoke in a booming voice.
He had put on the same performance at the Shennong Tribe. Unfortunately, its guards no longer knew what Mount Kongtong was and would not even let him through the gates.
"Mount Kongtong? Where's that?"
As Yuhua looked expectantly at the warrior before him, he discovered something.
The Youxiong Clan's gatekeeper was another uncultured fellow who knew nothing of Mount Kongtong's origins.
"Old man, our chief is preparing for war and has no time to meet outsiders. You should leave."
Yuhua was turned away at the gates again.
He was utterly speechless. He, the mighty Venerable Guangcheng, could not even gain entry to a tribe.
Just then, a youth happened to come over from inside the tribe. Seeing the white-haired elder Yuhua about to leave, he asked the guard curiously,
"Brother Jiaoxiong, who is this elder?"
Seeing the youth approach, the guard answered with a smile,
"Oh, little Cangjie. I don't know him either. This elder claims to come from some Mount Kongtong and wants to see our chief."
"Mount Kongtong!"
The youth cried out in surprise.
He hurriedly turned toward Yuhua, who was about to leave, and called loudly,
"Elder, please wait! I'll take you to see our chief."
Yuhua stopped and smiled.
*At last, someone