Blood Refining complete, the Wandering Cloud Tribe!

[I revised the previous chapter, Chapter 26. Go back and take a look!]

Watching the Earthwalking Dragon crash to the ground, Qingyang Huan could not help breathing a sigh of relief, but delight soon spread across his face. This was the first Divine Treasure Realm ferocious beast he had killed.

Even if he had done it with a helper's assistance. At the thought of his helper, his gaze turned to Jin Wei. Seeing Jin Wei staring at him with a hostile expression, he paid it no mind.

A youth who had grown up alone in the wild forest possessed strength comparable to his own current strength. He would definitely be a capable hand in the future. Since Qingyang Huan had encountered him, he naturally could not let him slip away.

Of course, his methods were hardly honorable, but what he valued was the result. As for the process, he did not care what means he used.

In the wild forest, thick with the smell of blood, Qingyang Huan soon sat cross-legged beside the enormous Earthwalking Dragon. A dragon's cry seemed to drift out, and a faint bloody glow rose over his body as he drew out the Earthwalking Dragon's Blood Qi.

But the Blood Qi of a Divine Treasure Realm ferocious beast was far beyond that of a Body Forging Realm beast. It poured straight into his body like a surging river.

Meanwhile, Jin Wei stood not far from him, his eyes constantly sweeping the ancient forest around them, pinning to death every ferocious beast drawn by the smell of blood.

Although Qingyang Huan had treated him this way, he could not bring himself to leave at a time like this.

And Qingyang Huan had gauged his thoughts precisely. Right now, he was cultivating in seclusion without a worry!

Jin Wei's strength had already reached the peak of Body Forging, leaving him no further room to advance unless he obtained a Divine Repository cultivation art. Even if Qingyang Huan wanted to give him one, he would have to return to the tribe and report to the clan elders before a decision could be made on whether such an art could be bestowed.

In truth, Qingyang Huan wanted even more to obtain a method for opening the repositories from the Stone Spear.

Boom!

The Blood Qi of a Divine Treasure Realm ferocious beast was naturally vast and mighty. With the force of splitting bamboo, it carried pure Blood Qi toward the final blood vessel, opening it almost instantaneously.

Crystalline Battle Qi, like pure blood amber, surged straight out of his blood vessels. All twelve major vessels throughout his body formed a complete circuit, and surging flesh-and-blood essence merged into his blood, becoming the power of Blood Qi.

Blood Refining complete!

Yet at that moment, Qingyang Huan did not stop. The Blood Qi surging throughout his body charged toward his limbs and bones, flowing into those minute capillary networks.

At that moment, a faint bloody glow rose beneath his beast-hide robe. Strands of foul-smelling grime were squeezed from his body and burned clean by the Blood Qi.

These networks of blood vessels spread throughout his body were the very foundation connecting his flesh and blood. Now, the dense Blood Qi split into countless tiny streams, surging through his entire body.

And in that brief span, his physical strength shot straight up to seventeen thousand jin, far exceeding his earlier expectations.

In truth, for a Body Forging Realm warrior, as long as their body could withstand the impact, they could open every vessel throughout their body at once and break through to the peak of Body Forging in a single stroke. For Qingyang Huan, however, such things were only legends to listen to.

Compared with opening the major vessels, these tiny vascular networks took much more time. Even by nightfall, the faint rosy radiance around him had yet to fade, spreading several zhang beyond his body.

Three days later, two figures emerged from the mountains, crossing ancient peaks and threading through ancient forests to appear a hundred li away. As they traveled toward the Qingyang Mountain Range, they hunted ferocious beasts for the Stone Spear to absorb Blood Qi.

With his increased strength and a helper, Qingyang Huan's hunting speed naturally could not be compared to before. To keep His Lordship the Stone Spear well served, wherever ferocious beasts gathered, he took Jin Wei and darted straight there.

As a result, their return to the Qingyang Mountain Range was not particularly swift.

A hundred li southwest of the Qingyang Mountain Range stood a sheer cliff called Golden Eagle Cliff. Long ago, a mutant golden eagle had nested upon it, its noble bloodline giving rise to metal and wind Bone Runes.

It was far beyond what the Earthwalking Dragon Qingyang Huan had killed could compare to. Although the dragon's Blood Qi was pure, its bloodline was not exalted, and its Bone Runes had yet to condense.

Now, the eagle's nest still remained atop Golden Eagle Cliff, but the golden eagle had disappeared long ago. This place had instead become the territory of a flock of black-feathered goshawks.

Ten li from Golden Eagle Cliff, Qingyang Huan and Jin Wei appeared but did not approach. There were dozens of goshawks here, several of them at the peak of Body Forging alone.

While they lay concealed, a thunderous rumbling came from several li away, drawing nearer with a wildly surging presence. The two immediately exchanged a glance and hid among the rocks and ancient trees, vanishing from sight.

The dense ancient forest was smashed open, and more than ten figures came rushing through.

"It's only been a few years, and the road to Qingyang Mountain has already been sealed off again by ancient trees and dense forest."

At the front, a burly man riding a striped, twin-winged tiger shouted in a fierce voice, his wild presence sweeping through the surroundings.

"To think that after more than ten years, these goshawks are still nesting on this cliff. No one from the Qingyang Clan has hunted them down."

Unlike the rough, fierce man, a slightly stooped elder in the middle of the party spoke with a sigh.

Through the interlacing wild forest in the distance, Qingyang Huan made out the party clearly.

There were eleven people in total. Apart from the burly man and the elder, there were six guards in leather armor, while the remaining three were youths. The most eye-catching was a young girl surrounded by the others.

Pale blue leather armor hugged her curvaceous figure, and she held a silver curved saber. As she looked around, a keen gleam flashed beneath her phoenix brows, revealing a trace of wildness. She was clearly no frail little lady.

"The Wandering Cloud Tribe!"

A strange look flashed through Qingyang Huan's eyes. The Wandering Cloud Tribe was actually heading to Qingyang Mountain. Almost instantly, he realized who this pretty young lass was.

The men of his Qingyang Tribe often teased him about this girl, telling him to carry the Wandering Cloud Tribe's little lady back to their tribe as his wife. Now he had finally seen her in person.

Yun Caiyue of the Wandering Cloud Tribe!

Rumor had it that this girl's bloodline had reverted to its ancestral roots. Among the Wandering Cloud Tribe's ancestors, there had once been an expert above the Totem Realm whose might had shaken La Mountain, and that expert's fortune had passed down to Yun Caiyue.

But what concerned Qingyang Huan most at that moment was just why the Wandering Cloud Tribe was heading to Qingyang Mountain!

"Elder, Uncle Xiao, let's rest here before setting out again."

The girl spoke, her voice ethereal as an oriole's song, yet carrying a presence that made others bow in submission.

"All right. Since our Little Yue'er has spoken, we'll rest here. Besides, those old ghosts from the Fire Dragon Tribe and the Golden Spear Clan might all be taking their sweet time on the road, leaving us waiting for them."

The elder at the rear chuckled, while the burly man at the front dismounted from the great striped tiger and headed toward Golden Eagle Cliff. He charged ferociously up the cliff, and eagle cries immediately rang through the sky. Yet mere moments later, he returned carrying two goshawks.

"The Qingyang Tribe can't bear to hunt them, so today we'll lend them a hand and see how these goshawks taste!"

The burly man's words immediately made the guards behind him burst into laughter. Several of them then charged straight toward the eagle cliff. The black-feathered goshawks that had lived here for so long met with calamity just like that!

Meanwhile, among the rocks and ancient trees in the distance, Qingyang Huan's expression turned ugly.

"Everything on Qingyang's land belongs to Qingyang!"

He clenched his fists, but he was not foolish enough to charge out. Still, the things of his Qingyang that they ate today would not be so easy to swallow!