Qingyang's War Beast, Spear Technique Mastered!

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Seeing the tribe's children gather around him, Qingyang Huan tossed them the basket woven from dry grass on his back. Inside were some wild fruits he had picked along the way.

The little children immediately began scrambling for them. Qingyang Huan had experienced scenes like this himself. When he had been their age, his father, his eldest brother, and some of the uncles in the tribe would all bring wild fruits back for him when they went hunting.

Watching these snot-nosed children tussle, he felt, for a fleeting moment, that he had already grown up. In truth, in the Great Wilderness, boys of thirteen or fourteen had already begun taking part in their tribes' campaigns.

Clutching their wild fruits, the snot-nosed children followed Qingyang Huan into another valley in the mountain range. Speaking of which, this mountain range was the foundation of the entire Qingyang Clan.

This valley held the Qingyang Clan's ancestral graves and ancestral hall. All the clan's legacies from the past two thousand years were kept in the ancestral hall. The stone stele engraved with the Kui Ox Spear Technique he practiced stood deep within it, guarded day and night by clan elders.

Moreover, the Qingyang Clan's strongest guardian war beast, the Qingyang Hou, slumbered deep within the valley. It was a variant fierce beast even mightier than his father. The one sleeping in the depths of the valley now was already the third-generation Qingyang Hou.

Two thousand years ago, that generation of Qingyang Clan ancestors had seized the turmoil across ten thousand li of vast land to rise to prominence, with a variant Qingyang Hou at their side.

It was a bloodline descendant of the terribly fierce True Hou. In legend, a mighty Hou could fight a true dragon with its bare flesh. Even a trace of that bloodline surviving was enough to attest to the strength of the Qingyang Hou sleeping deep within the valley.

The reason it was called the third-generation Qingyang Hou was that, although fierce beasts lived far longer than the Human Race, the Qingyang Clan had, after all, been established for two thousand years. The Qingyang Hou that had followed his ancestors into battle two thousand years ago had long since passed away.

However, before passing away, the old Hou that had first followed their ancestors had brought back a young Hou. Later, before that young Hou passed away, it too had brought back a young Hou to become the Qingyang Clan's guardian war beast. Thus, the succession had continued from generation to generation.

"Great-Uncle, these are the fierce beasts I killed today."

Entering the mountain range, Qingyang Huan paid no heed to the snot-nosed children and spoke to an aged figure who had just emerged from the imposing stone hall.

"Little Huan is back. Let this old man take a look. Not bad-a Red-Eyed Suan, a Jade-Patterned Lynx, and this one's a Golden-Scaled Leopard. All fierce beasts at the peak of Body Casting. Looks like our Little Huan will be hunting Divine Treasure Realm fierce beasts before long!"

Smiling, the old man took the three fierce beasts, each several zhang in size, from Qingyang Huan. Despite his age, he had considerable strength and dragged them straight toward the great hall.

This was the Qingyang Clan's clan hall. In fact, it extended a great distance inward, resembling a stone shelter built from enormous rocks, a full li deep.

"You old fellows, hurry up and skin these three beasts, pull out their sinews, and extract their blood Qi before it dissipates."

At Great-Uncle's call, several aged figures emerged from the depths of the hall. Though old, their frames were still tall and large, without any sign of a stoop.

"Little Huan's back. The little fellow who used to cry in this old man's arms has become one of Qingyang's fine hunters. Not bad, not bad!"

"Didn't I say Little Huan was a good seedling!"

"Back then, the little fellow even peed in this old man's arms. Now he's all grown up."

Listening to the old men's words, Qingyang Huan's lips twitched involuntarily. Still, he said nothing. After all, everything they said was true.

"Awoo, awoo... Big Brother Huan actually peed in an elder's arms!"

"So this is the kind of Big Brother Huan you are."

The children immediately began shouting, excitement in every pair of eyes. Qingyang Huan did not need to think to know that tomorrow, these children would surely spread his glorious deeds throughout the tribe.

"You little brats think you were any better?"

The old men laughed and scolded the children for their cries.

"With the blood Qi extracted from these three as well, we'll have enough to give a batch of little brats their baptism first."

Great-Uncle spoke again. Not far from Qingyang Huan, more than a hundred vats carved from bluestone stood in a row. They had clearly been there for many years. Their surfaces had been worn smooth and glossy, and their interiors were steeped in a deep blood-red hue. These stone vats were where the tribe's children underwent their baptism before beginning their martial path.

Qingyang Huan had been no exception. Among them was a stone vat he had once crouched in.

Seeing the old men happily cut open the fierce beasts' scales and armor to extract their precious blood, Qingyang Huan glanced back at the children outside the hall, ducking their heads as they peered inside. His lips twitched, and he walked out of the hall.

"Run! Big Brother Huan is angry!"

A snot-nosed child immediately shouted, turned his little body around, and ran.

"No! I still have to go home for dinner! If I'm late, Mother will spank me!"

The child Qingyang Huan had picked up kicked his feet in the air, struggling to escape.

"This time, Auntie won't spank you. She'll even give you meat, as long as you behave."

At this moment, Qingyang Huan showed none of his ruthlessness from the wild forest. Instead, he wore a coaxing look.

"Really, Big Brother Huan? You're not lying to me?" The child sounded doubtful.

"I'm really not lying to you," Qingyang Huan said, holding back his laughter.

After a bout of howling, not one of the dozen or so children had escaped. Qingyang Huan caught them all and planted each one in a vat.

Now the children huddled in their vats, excitement on their faces, along with fear. A sly gleam flashed in Qingyang Huan's eyes. At last, he could teach these little fellows, who had kept watching the fun, a lesson. Having blood Qi enter the body for the first time was no easy matter. They would have their time to cry to heaven and earth.

At last, night fell, and wolf-like howls rang through the valley where the ancestral hall stood. The children screamed, and it was a long time before their cries finally subsided.

Over the next few days, Qingyang Huan returned to the tribe after sunset each day, dragging fierce beasts behind him. The children watched him from a distance, then scattered in a flash as soon as he approached. Clearly, bathing in blood Qi essence in the stone vats was no fun.

Three months later.

In the wild forest, one hundred and thirty li southwest of the Qingyang Tribe.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a thick vine hanging from an ancient tree ten zhang away moved, tearing through the sky like black lightning.

"Kui Ox Emerges from the Mountain!"

But just then, a low shout rang out. A streak of blood-colored light swept across, knocking away the black shadow shooting through the sky.

Without the slightest pause, blood-colored light flowed over the bronze spear. Three feet of spear light swirled around its tip, condensed without dispersing, directly distorting the space around it.

"Surging Thunder!"

Gripping the bronze war spear in his large hand, Qingyang Huan thrust straight out. Blood-colored light whistled from the spear tip and pierced the black shadow in a single strike.

Pfft!

The sound of piercing bone rang out, and blood splattered!

This was no vine at all. It was clearly a Black-Spotted Python!

The black python, a full two zhang long, had a bloody hole in its head. Blood mixed with ** spurted out, and it lost all signs of life without the slightest counterattack.

Kui Ox Spear Technique!

After three months of tempering in the wilds, he had finally integrated and mastered its first three moves. Looking at the Black-Patterned Python pinned dead to the ground, he reached down with his large hand and extracted its blood Qi, which surged into his body like the tide.