If it were an ordinary visit, the high shaman would inevitably have the three of them stay there for a while longer.
It is good to get closer to the Jade Spring Sect in order to gain more benefits.
However, the [ Jade Parasol Tree ], a fourth-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures, was indeed too precious, especially since they had come with a merchant caravan.
If I stay too long, it might arouse suspicion from others.
Furthermore, the three of them wanted to take this item out as soon as possible, bring it back to the Jade Spring Sect, and present it to the three True Person.
The high shaman could not keep them any longer.
Amidst the reluctant gazes of his people, Heiming Xuanzhao collected a considerable amount of goods before following the caravan westward.
As they gradually moved further away, Heiming Xuanzhao still gazed longingly at the entrance to the clan's territory. The Great Shaman's figure gradually became blurred before he withdrew his gaze.
Chen Shuangbai walked behind, and the eerie feeling gradually dissipated as they moved away from the great shaman.
He knew that it was probably the ancestral spirit of the Dark Crow Tribe watching over the three of them.
Wei Zheng couldn't sense it because he was a body cultivator and didn't pay much attention to purifying his soul.
Heiming Xuanzhao felt nothing because the blood of the Dark Crow Tribe flowed in his veins, and he was no stranger to the gaze of the ancestral spirit.
Only Chen Shuangbai...
With the assistance of the [ Diagram of the Flying Immortal Ascending to Clarity ], Chen Shuangbai's soul was already healthy and strong. Furthermore, by frequently worshipping the moon and receiving gifts from Grand Yin, it became even more acute.
He was walking along when he suddenly stopped.
But instead of looking around, he felt a sinister sense of being watched from somewhere behind him.
What is it?
Let's go.
A Barbarian Warrior from the Dark Crow Tribe, his body covered in paint, spoke to Heiming Xuanzhao in his native language, his rugged face carrying the teasing tone typical of acquaintances, saying, "Let me see you off, you Jade Spring Sect cultivator, as you leave the mountain."
Heiming Xuanzhao used his Law Power to dry the tears in his eyes, then stepped forward and playfully punched the Barbarian Warrior, saying, "Long time no see! I never imagined you, Ya Wu, would become Barbarian Warrior!"
The two were clearly acquainted; they chatted as they escorted the caravan westward along a secluded forest path, taking a long detour.
Chen Shuangbai message to Heiming Xuanzhao, interrupting his conversation with his former playmate.
Upon hearing Chen Shuangbai's feelings, Heiming Xuanzhao's expression immediately darkened.
The Barbarian Warrior's face also turned grim. He whistled, summoning dozens of crows that flew off in all directions.
But they found nothing.
The Barbarian Warrior glanced at the excessively young Chen Shuangbai and said to Heiming Xuanzhao in his native language, "Black Crow didn't find anything."
The implication is that this is being too sensitive.
But Heiming Xuanzhao felt that someone was indeed spying on them in secret.
Because of his special status, he was not allowed to go out while he was in the Jade Spring Sect, so he devoted himself to cultivation within the sect.
True Person Mei and True Person Bo treated him with great respect due to his status, which is why Heiming Xuanzhao Jade Spring Sect.
He knew about Chen Shuangbai's deeds over the years and understood that as long as Chen Shuangbai did not die prematurely, the future glory of the Jade Spring Sect would mostly depend on him.
Before he went into the mountains, True Person Mei had instructed him to take good care of the place.
Therefore, Heiming Xuanzhao believed that Chen Shuangbai was definitely Huikong.
" Ya Wu, let's change routes, let's go east, the route we used to take when we were kids!"
Seeing his solemn expression, Barbarian Warrior Ya Wu didn't say anything more and changed to a more remote but more secluded road.
at the same time.
Within the territory of the Dark Crow Tribe.
A tribesman draped in raven feathers knelt on the ground, reporting to a one-eyed middle-aged man sitting on a stone throne.
"Reporting to the Third Elder, they have already left, escorted by Ya Wu, and are taking the old forest path to the west."
This man had a large frame, but not much flesh on his body.
He wore a raven feather robe similar to that of ordinary tribesmen, but what set him apart was that he also wore a leather armor inlaid with dark metal plates underneath, making him look exceptionally sturdy.
This was the case for most Ancient Shaman.
Once they choose to become Ancient Shaman and establish a connection with the ancestral spirits, they will be infected by the deathly aura of the ancestral spirits, their Blood Qi will be rapidly depleted, and they will eventually become the sinister and treacherous figures that outsiders see.
His name was Heiming Moulisha, a high-ranking figure in the Dark Crow Tribe, the third elder second only to the Great Shaman.
In the dimly lit room, Moulisha's remaining eye gleamed with a fierce and calculating light. Her fingers tapped the rough armrest of the stone seat, making a soft "tap, tap" sound.
"That thing... was it traded to those people from the Jade Spring Sect?"
The tribesman kneeling on the ground replied, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."
"Good!"
After the clansmen left, and the door closed, the atmosphere inside became even more terrifying and eerie.
Moulisha sat on the stone seat and suddenly chuckled, her voice hoarse and sinister like a snake, saying, "You've exchanged such valuable things for the Jade Spring Sect... It seems your condition probably won't last much longer, will it?"
"Great Wizard!"
The feud between Moulisha and the shaman dates back many years.
The two have different ideologies.
The Great Shaman believed in the revelations of the ancestral spirits and was unwilling to expand recklessly. He planned slowly and steadily, only hoping that the Dark Crow Tribe could continue to exist peacefully. However, this Third Elder was ambitious and firmly believed that strength was the only truth. He thought that the Dark Crow Tribe should unify the entire Great Li Mountain and achieve the hegemony of the Ancient People.
When he was young, things were fine. The High Priest inherited the will of his predecessor, and with his high prestige within the tribe, he could suppress any dissenting opinions.
But now, as the High Priest grows older, the opposition in the shadows becomes increasingly rampant.
"I can't act rashly. There are still a few members of the Dark Crow Tribe among them. If I attack them, it would be like turning against my own people... I can't give that old man any leverage!"
The calculating glint in Moulisha's single eye grew brighter and brighter.
"We need to find someone... to pass this message on to that old eagle!"
"A fourth-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures... Wouldn't that old eagle go crazy?!"
Not far from this dark room.
The tribesman had just retreated and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, followed by a blackout, and he collapsed to the ground.
The one who made the move was a young man with fair skin and tattoos similar to those of many Dark Crow Tribe.
The young man looked at the clansman who had fainted on the ground, picked him up, and took him to another secluded place.
After using some tricks, they obtained information about Moulisha.
The young man's brows furrowed into a deep frown.
"It really is you... Third Elder!"
Gu Du were having a major headache.
In his previous life, he was an insignificant member of the Dark Crow Tribe, who followed the crowd his entire life, grew up under the care of the tribe, and ultimately perished with the tribe in internal strife.