Utterly shameless-smash their bones and carry them away!

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The purple marten turned into a streak of light, constantly keeping the two figures behind it on its tail and leading them onward.

Meanwhile, Qingyang Huan and Jin Wei were equally unaware as they headed toward the Qingyang Tribe.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

An instant later, accompanied by shrill squeaks, Qingyang Huan and Jin Wei spotted that streak of purple light in the dim ancient forest from a li away.

"A purple marten!"

"No, there are other people too!"

Qingyang Huan immediately reacted. In that brief moment of hesitation, the purple marten shot through the dense branches, darted past them, and headed behind them.

In that very instant, as Qingyang Huan swept his gaze over it, he actually caught a cunning glint in the purple marten's little eyes!

"What a clever beast! It even knows how to kill with a borrowed knife!"

Now he understood. During the time the purple marten had disappeared, it had actually gone to divert the flood of trouble his way, luring others here to deal with him.

This beast had practically become a spirit!

In that brief span, the two blurry figures in the ancient forest opposite them also came clearly into view!

It was actually them!

The two youths from the Wandering Cloud Tribe!

The next moment, Qingyang Huan signaled to Jin Wei.

"You Qingyang people up ahead, have you seen a purple marten? It belongs to our Surging Cloud!"

From far away, the two youths had naturally spotted Qingyang Huan and Jin Wei and recognized his identity.

A cold light flickered in Qingyang Huan's eyes. How could anything on Qingyang land belong to Surging Cloud? He said nothing and simply waited for the two youths to approach.

"I'm asking you! My brother saw the purple marten heading your way. Did you see where that beast hid?"

The two youths wore beast-hide battle robes, with an overbearing air about their brows. Their gazes swept over Qingyang Huan and turned toward the wild forest behind him.

Boom!

Yet in that instant, Qingyang Huan said nothing and attacked instead!

Earlier, he had regretted having no way to lay hands on the Wandering Cloud Tribe's warriors. Now they had actually appeared before him of their own accord. If he still did not strike, he would truly be letting himself down!

In any case, the Wandering Cloud Tribe's warriors had come to Qingyang to challenge their Qingyang peers. He would just count this as entering the main event early!

"You..."

Before the Wandering Cloud Tribe youth carrying a bronze saber could draw it from his back, the bronze battle spear in Qingyang Huan's hand landed on his shoulder.

Bang!

"Yun Yang..."

The other youth cried out, but Jin Wei struck. He hastily defended, yet Jin Wei's Golden Ape Fist concentrated all his strength into a single point before bursting forth.

Since the two youths had been able to come to Qingyang, they were naturally at the peak of the Body Forging Realm, far beyond ordinary warriors of the same level. Clearly, however, Jin Wei did not belong among those ordinary peers.

Boom!

His body flew straight backward, snapping several ancient trees in succession.

"Pfft!"

The violent force scattered the blood Qi throughout the youth's body, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"We are members of the Wandering Cloud Tribe. We came to Qingyang for a martial exchange. You..."

"Aren't I exchanging pointers with you right now?"

Light flashed in Qingyang Huan's eyes as he raised his battle spear and smashed it down again.

Naturally, the Wandering Cloud Tribe youth would not simply sit and await death. Drawing his saber was clearly impossible now, so a faint bloody glow shimmered over his fist. Yet as the bronze spear crashed down, the bloody light shattered, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones.

"I gave you a chance, but you couldn't make use of it!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Qingyang Huan's mouth, though he was extremely measured in his attacks. Mm, he was merely smashing the youth's bones.

"Our Wandering Cloud..."

Bang!

"How dare you! This is..."

Bang!

Seeing the light flickering in Qingyang Huan's eyes, the youth named Yun Yang finally shut his mouth and stopped speaking.

"Nothing more to say? The Wandering Cloud Tribe is exactly who I'm beating!"

Seeing the youth sprawled on the ground fall silent, Qingyang Huan nodded in satisfaction, then said to Jin Wei, "Didn't you doubt I could get you into the Qingyang Guard? Let's head back to Qingyang Mountain right now!"

"What about them?" Jin Wei asked instinctively.

"Carry them. My father said that the Qingyang Clan and the Wandering Cloud Tribe live as neighbors, supporting each other to maintain peace on this land. Our friendship runs deep. Members of the Wandering Cloud Tribe are injured-wouldn't leaving them in the wilderness be condemning them to death?"

At that, Qingyang Huan looked down at the two lying on the ground with a beaming smile. His mouth spread into a grin, instantly making both youths tense all over.

"My two clan brothers, don't worry. Coming to our Qingyang is no different from being in the Wandering Cloud Tribe. Qingyang will keep you safe!"

They had never seen anyone so utterly shameless!

Looking at Qingyang Huan's beaming face, Yun Yang finally could not hold back any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Seeing the Wandering Cloud Tribe youth faint, Jin Wei picked up the two lying on the ground at Qingyang Huan's signal and followed him toward the Qingyang Mountain Range in a series of bounds.

Still, he had not lied. If they were left here, they really might be eaten by ferocious beasts. Moreover, carrying them back to Qingyang Mountain might prove useful to the Qingyang Tribe in what came next.

As for the Wandering Cloud Tribe's warriors being unable to find them, that was none of his concern.

Before leaving, Qingyang Huan looked back toward the ancient forest, where a speck of purple light flashed and vanished. The purple marten kept hopping on an ancient tree, its two little paws clawing wildly ahead as though it wanted to tear him apart.

Golden Eagle Cliff.

Several burly men rode Scale-Horned Horses through the ancient forest from every direction and gathered together.

"Elder, Commander, we found neither Yun Yang nor Yun He. However, we discovered signs of a fight thirty li away, along with traces of blood. But the two of them have vanished without a trace."

"Enough. There's no need to keep searching."

The old man sitting cross-legged on a rock opened his eyes and spoke.

"But could they be in danger?" Yun Xiao, mounted on a striped tiger, hesitated. Not only he, but even the other guards had urgency in their eyes.

The two youths were the strongest martial cultivators of the Wandering Cloud Tribe's younger generation. Only fifteen years old, both had reached the peak of Body Forging and developed over thirteen thousand jin of strength, far surpassing their peers. They were certain to claim a place in the Divine Treasure Realm in the future, and might even touch upon the Spirit Seizing realm and hold sway over a generation of the tribe.

Now there was no sign of them alive or dead, yet their elder was not anxious in the slightest.

"This is Qingyang territory, very close to the Qingyang Mountain Range. There is only one possibility if you cannot find them."

"Elder, do you mean warriors of the Qingyang Tribe?"

"Yun Yang and Yun He won't be in mortal danger. Those two youngsters have spent so long in the tribe. A little hardship is nothing. It is time they were properly tempered."

Lang Yunchang spoke, then looked at the girl sitting cross-legged beside him.

She was the Wandering Cloud Tribe's true future. Those two youths could keep the tribe from declining, but if Surging Cloud wanted to step beyond this land, it would still have to depend on the girl before him.

Heaven blessed the Wandering Cloud Tribe!

At that thought, a trace of satisfaction appeared on his somewhat aged face. This was a blessing belonging to the Wandering Cloud Tribe. The bloodline of one of Surging Cloud's ancestors had undergone atavism within her, giving her a higher starting point than her peers. This blessing would even allow her to travel farther and farther along the path of martial cultivation.

Her bloodline had yet to awaken fully, yet she had already sensed the azure moon artistic conception. That lay at the very fringes of the Dao's laws.

Once the Divine Repository within her body was completely opened and her bloodline awakened to its peak, not only would the Totem realm be within reach, but advancing beyond Totem might even be possible!

When that time came, how many among her peers across this vast land could stand against her!