Divine Ability
"Help! Help!"
The People of Deer Wilderness are naturally good at running and howling.
Legend has it that their ancestors were despised by the noble Feathered People, who called them "good at running but stupid," only knowing how to wander around searching for grass seeds to fill their stomachs.
Just being able to eat grass seeds makes them happily chirp.
It wasn't until they were taught by messengers from the Immortal Homeland and gradually developed their expertise in agriculture that their population was able to expand.
However, the innate talent within their bloodline has not been forgotten.
These fleeing villagers were letting out increasingly shrill and high-pitched cries as they ran.
They only wanted to escape to the chieftain's house or to the Deer King Temple.
However, the Deer King Temple is on the slope south of the village, while they are currently on the main road north of the village, which is too far away.
If they fled to the clan chief's house, they would have to pass by countless households along the way, and there might even be their own home along the way.
These complex and difficult things swirled in their minds, and the pain burned like fire within them.
This spurred them to run faster and shout higher.
Following behind them was a burly, hairy giant.
He had a long face, almost like a horse's, but his canines protruded, and blood filled the gaps between his teeth. His clothes were tattered, revealing a lot of black body hair and scars.
A broken arrow was still stuck in his left chest, and his feet were exposed, with long and rough toenails.
However, his right arm, near his wrist, was wrapped in a rather exquisite brown leather wristband.
The Great Saber was over five feet long, seemingly carved from grayish-white rock. The blade was wider at the front and narrower at the back, with many scratches and bloodstains of varying depths.
Although the handle was thick, the texture was surprisingly fine, which suited the feel of this horse-faced man.
Both the knife and the wrist guards are clearly weapons for countless battles.
He walked much less frequently than the villagers, but his strides were long.
The distance covered by a single leap is equivalent to the distance those villagers cover by running a dozen or so steps.
He charged forward, step by step, attacking his target, even tearing out his heart and throwing it into his mouth.
Finally, someone in the village heard their howls.
Some of the most combative young men, wielding rakes and pitchforks, charged out.
But some of the more mature ones, upon closer inspection, were terrified.
"Horse-Faced Jufu?!"
Horse-Faced Jufu is not an individual's name, but the name of a tribe, like the People of Deer Wilderness.
Legend has it that in the mountains thousands of miles to the north, there are several Jufu tribes whose finest possessions are never clothes or shoes, but weapons.
That was a race that was insanely fond of war.
However, due to the great distance and the extremely complex terrain, very few people would Jufu out of the deep mountains and forests to this relatively flat plain.
The able-bodied men who had rushed out of the village stopped in their tracks, hesitant to advance rashly.
But led by a middle-aged man, they all began to howl.
The sound was like a crane's cry or a flute's note, sharp and clear, spreading far and wide across the plains.
The sounds piled up in clusters, filled with vigilance and hostility.
Many more people in the village, also facing north, echoed this sentiment.
Hold head high!!
The cacophony of whistling sounds, when they reached Jufu's side, seemed to completely dissipate, coalescing into one.
A loud and long rhythm suddenly resonated around Jufu.
Horse-Faced Jufu's face stiffened, and he stopped in his tracks.
The hair on his temples, ears, and chest was still being blown by the wind, but his muscles were as taut as Shitou, showing no sign of weakening.
His eyes flickered, and he held the knife horizontally in front of his chest, seemingly trying to resist the intimidating force of the howling sound.
But after only a breath or two, he seemed to adapt to the pressure, and the muscles in his arm suddenly twitched as he swung it backward with all his might.
However, the arm was almost visibly stretched and taut as it swung backward.
The next moment, the arm swung forward again, and the Great Saber slipped from the hand.
The village's young men were shocked; dozens of them fell to the side in chaos.
The knife spun and shot towards them, but missed everyone.
Just outside the village, a millstone was struck by Great Saber, and with a loud crash, the two layers of hard stone shattered into six or seven pieces.
But everyone was afraid of being hit by the knife.
Without their guidance, the whistling sound immediately lost its power.
Horse-Faced Jufu had already started his charge, grinning as he rushed towards them.
A young man raised the pitchfork in his hand.
The hard skin on the Jufu's palm broke the tip of the iron fork, and he was about to crush the man's head when his five fingers suddenly twitched and trembled.
A silver needle was inserted into his wrist bone.
The pain penetrates to the bone, a piercing pain.
At the same time, there was a strong sense of presence, like the shadow of a giant umbrella, rapidly approaching and enveloping the surroundings.
The Jufu looked up in alarm.
A figure flew down from a distant rooftop, with three bright golden flames hovering around him.
"A divine child?! How is that possible?"
Horse-Faced Jufu tightened his toes, thrusting them into the ground with a quick flick, his body darting away.
This is clearly a patch of yellow earth, and the topsoil is already cracked and dry. If subjected to a strong impact, it would only crumble into powder.
But after Jufu kicked the shovel, a large patch of land, like a thick stone slab, stood upright on the spot.
Chu Tianshu flew over and placed his palm on the yellow stone slab. He was surprised to find that the hardness of the stone slab was no less than that of real granite.
He changed his palm strike from a chop to a thrust, releasing his inner force from his palm.
The entire yellow stone slab suddenly turned bluish and shiny.
Thump!!
With a loud bang, the stone slab smashed into Jufu's body, shattering into dust.
Jufu slid back five or six meters, his upper body still leaning backward, unable to stop the momentum, his steps faltering as he staggered backward.
Chu Tianshu let out a soft "hmm".
A Shitou, infused with his inner force, should be enough to shatter the monster's upper body when smashed down like this.
It is said that the best among the Jufu can turn mud into stone; that is their innate supernatural ability.
The essence of this supernatural power is not actually grasping the soil with one's hands, nor is it actually turning mud into Shitou; rather, it is a kind of ability to manipulate soil and stone.
That stone slab was indeed as hard as a rock when it blocked Chu Tianshu.
When it actually hits the Jufu, it reverts to its original nature as soil.
Therefore, even with internal force, he couldn't kill Jufu instantly.
Just as Jufu was about to regain his balance with his last kick, he forcefully stomped his heel down.
Suddenly, a stalagmite emerged from the ground and landed on his heel.
The seven-foot-long pillar of earth and stone propelled his body upwards rapidly. With a powerful push from his legs, he was launched backwards.
This time, Chu Tianshu ignored the stalagmite.
His afterimage, like a long dragon, rushed close to the stalagmite before suddenly blurring.
The afterimage traced an exceptionally smooth arc, circling around the side of the stalagmite.
Before Jufu landed, he sensed that the divine child had already caught up with him below.
The pale yellow palm lifted upwards, and with a slight twist of the hand, a blue suction force pulled the Jufu down sharply.
Under this suction force, even with his physique, Jufu was unable to change his shape in mid-air and could only crash his back into that palm.
Chu Tianshu's hand sank slightly, then he released his strength.
Boom!!
Horse-Faced Jufu let out a miserable scream, his limbs spread wide, a shockwave exploded around his body, and his limbs twisted and bent backward, hanging down.
Chu Tianshu raised one arm, still holding him in the air, quite curious about the battle that had just taken place.
"You man-eating monkey, you seem to be able to control the earth with your touch, so why are you jumping into the air and leaving the ground?"
(End of this chapter)