Ji Jiuwu Gave the Tribe a Little Shock

Is this really true?

Inside the main hall of the city lord's mansion, the chieftain of the Long River Tribe looked surprised upon hearing the words of the Ninth Priest and the city guard captain, and blurted out instinctively.

The Ninth Priest said, "Chief, not only the two of us witnessed this, but many soldiers guarding the city also saw it. If the chief does not believe us, he can send someone to inquire."

The clan chief shook his head; "There's no need for that. Knowing Yuantao's personality, he'll bring Jiuwu here soon. I'll send a message to the High Priest and ask him to come and take a look as well."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and an eagle flew onto his arm. After whispering a few words in the eagle's ear, the eagle flew out of the hall.

Not long after the eagle flew away, a warrior rushed in to report, "Chieftain, Yuantao is outside requesting an audience."

"Let them in."

After the clan chief finished speaking, he smiled at the nine priests and the city guard captain standing to the side.

The two said in unison, "The clan leader is indeed incredibly insightful."

A moment later, the high priest descended from the sky and slowly entered the hall. The three quickly stood up and bowed to the high priest. "We pay our respects to the high priest?"

No need for formalities.

The high priest walked straight to the main seat and sat down, asking, "Where are Yuantao and Jiuwu?"

The chieftain said, "High Priest, they will arrive soon."

"Um."

The high priest responded and slowly closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of Ji Jiuwu and his son. He was also very curious about what kind of extraordinary encounter Ji Jiuwu had that allowed him to cultivate True Qi before the arrival of Celestial Person.

If this cultivation method could spread among the Long River Tribe, then their Long River Tribe would surely become the largest tribe under the Water God, and perhaps even produce a Shaman God.

Just as the high priest was pondering, he heard rustling footsteps outside the door. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Ji Jiuwu and his son walk in.

"Yuantao and Jiuwu pay their respects to the High Priest and the Clan Chief."

As soon as the father and son entered, they bowed to the two people inside.

No need for formalities.

After the high priest finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Ji Jiuwu. His divine sense passed directly through Ji Jiuwu's body and saw his soul. After confirming that it was indeed Ji Jiuwu's soul, a kind and amiable smile appeared on his face, "Jiuwu, I wonder if you could tell us about your experiences over the past three years?"

"Promise."

After Ji Jiuwu responded, he recounted everything that had happened to him over the past three years to everyone present.

After hearing about Ji Jiuwu's extraordinary adventure, everyone present was stunned. Their eyes held envy, curiosity, and anticipation as they looked at Ji Jiuwu.

"It seems that little Jiuwu is quite lucky; he actually encountered a Shaman God. Only Shaman God could create a new cultivation method."

The high priest said with envy, he had never thought of snatching the inheritance of the Shaman God from Ji Jiuwu. He had witnessed the Shaman God's power, and if he dared to have any evil intentions towards the Shaman God's disciple, the Shaman God could kill him more easily than crushing an ant.

Although he was protected by a Shaman God, that Shaman God was elusive and difficult to find, and even the Great Shaman of the Water God Tribe could not see that person at any time.

Moreover, such a being would never wage war against another Shaman God for the sake of a mere Great Shaman like himself.

If the Shaman God were to start a war, the consequences would be unimaginable; it might even destroy all the tribes under the Water God's command.

"High Priest, you have keen insight. Jiuwu did indeed encounter a Shaman God, but my master said he was a deity, not Shaman God," Ji Jiuwu explained.

The high priest smiled and said, "Whether you call Shaman God or a deity, these are just respectful titles we use for them. Now that you have become a disciple of the Shaman God, you should cultivate diligently and never disgrace our Long River Tribe."

Ji Jiuwu: "Yes."

"You and your son may leave now. I need to discuss the grand competition with the clan chief." The high priest then issued an order to leave.

"Yes, sir."

After Ji Yuantao and his son acknowledged the order, they left the hall together.

After his son and grandson had walked away, the clan chief asked, "High Priest, is it really as you say?"

The high priest smiled and said, "Of course. I just used my divine sense to observe the soul of the Jiuwu and confirmed that it is indeed him. However, I have never heard of his Dao before. We can only see how strong his Dao is by letting him demonstrate it in this competition."

The clan chief nodded. "That's the only way."

The high priest then turned to the nine priests and the city guard captain and said, "You must not spread this matter."

"Promise."

The two quickly agreed. They hadn't expected to hear such an unbelievable thing. It seemed they would have to cling to Jiuwu's coattails from now on.

On the other side, as soon as Ji Jiuwu and his father returned home, Madam Ji greeted them and asked with concern, "Husband, is Jiuwu alright?"

Ji Yuantao smiled and said, "It's alright. Our Jiuwu is blessed with great fortune, so you don't need to worry too much."

"Good, that's good. My son has finally returned home safely. It's just that he wasn't having a good time out there; he's turned pale."

As she spoke, Madam Ji tenderly embraced her son.

Feeling her mother's embrace, Ji Jiuwu smiled and explained, "Mother, don't worry, I've been practicing a special technique that has no side effects."

After exchanging pleasantries, Ji Jiuwu finally asked, "Father, could you take me to see my eldest brother?"

"Can."

Ji Yuantao knew that his two sons had always had a good relationship, and now that his eldest son Ji Qinheng, was in a coma, it was normal for Jiuwu to be worried about him.

Surrounded by servants, the family of three walked towards the backyard. As soon as Ji Jiuwu entered the courtyard, he smelled a strong herbal aroma, and a witch doctor was brewing medicine.

Upon seeing Ji Yuantao and the others enter, the shaman quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Sir, Madam, you've arrived."

Ji Yuantao asked, "How is Heng'er now?"

The shaman quickly explained, "His condition has stabilized for now, but the young master hasn't woken up yet. If this continues, he'll..."

He didn't utter the word "death," but everyone present understood the unspoken meaning behind his words.

Madam Ji had already wiped away her tears, teared up again upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Ji Jiuwu quickly said, "Mother, you don't need to worry. With me here, my eldest brother will definitely be fine."

Before he went down the mountain, his junior brother Jiang Yan gave him a lot of healing pills. These pills could even heal cultivators in the Spirit Nurturing Realm. With his elder brother Heavenly Origin's cultivation level, he should be able to wake up after taking them.

However, upon hearing this, the witch doctor's face instantly darkened. He said with displeasure, "Sir, the young master's injuries cannot withstand any more abuse. If you let this young boy cause trouble, I'm afraid he won't even last three days."

In the past, Ji Yuantao would have definitely stopped his son, but after hearing about his son's extraordinary experience, he believed that Jiuwu would never joke about such a thing.

He smiled and said, "Let's let Jiuwu take a look."

"What?"

Upon hearing the name "Jiuwu- Five," the witch doctor looked at Ji Jiuwu with a face full of astonishment and asked, "My lord, is he Young Master Jiuwu?"

"Alright, you may leave now."

Ji Yuantao didn't want his son's secret to be exposed to others, so he very politely asked the witch doctor to leave.

"No."

The shaman refused without hesitation, continuing, "Lord Yuantao, treating Young Master Heng is an order given to me by the old clan chief. If I do not stay by Young Master Heng's side, the clan chief will blame me, and my whole family will become criminals."

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiuwu smiled and said, "Father, since the witch doctor wants to stay, let him stay."

"Alright, as long as you know your limits."

Ji Yuantao was also curious about what kind of methods his son could use, that he was even stronger than the witch doctor.

The group opened Ji Qinheng's room, and a stench immediately assaulted their nostrils. Ji Jiuwu frowned instinctively and asked, "Senior witch doctor, what exactly injured my elder brother?"

The shaman did not hide anything. "The eldest young master has been poisoned by the Venomous Jiao. Even the clan chief is helpless. He can only use his True Qi to protect his heart meridian and see if he can remove the poison with herbs. But I have already used hundreds of antidotes and still cannot remove the poison from the eldest young master's body."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and lifted Ji Qinheng's blanket. What came into Ji Jiuwu's view was a man whose body was purple and who was emaciated. His abdomen was wrapped with strips of cloth, but the cloth had been stained black with poisonous blood.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Jiuwu said, "Help my brother up first. I know how to save him."