Chapter 259: Chapter 253: Slaying the Lower Realm, Claiming the Wind Spirit!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"..."
After a hundred rounds.
How could this be?! How could this be?! Why does this person’s Qi Blood seem inexhaustible?!
Yaan Qian, who had consumed over ten Azure Ancient Pills, looked terrified.
Another thirty rounds passed.
"Senior! Senior! Please stop!"
"What must I do for you to let me go, Senior?!"
Having exhausted all his elixirs, Yaan Qian could only flee.
"No... no...."
"Ah——"
"..."
A heart-wrenching scream pierced through the forest.
"The Clan Leader... won."
The Wind Spirit race elder Feeng Jun looked towards the direction of Chongshan and spoke softly.
Then, the forest shook, and a dark shadow soared into the sky.
When it landed again, it was already in front of the many members of the Wind Spirit race.
Falling alongside it was the corpse of Yaan Qian in the Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm.
"Clan Leader!"
Feeng Jun, Feeng Zhi and a few others quickly stepped forward.
They saw a wound on the Clan Leader’s arm.
"It’s nothing serious."
Chu Ming paid it no mind, his gaze sweeping over the scene, this great battle was essentially over.
"Let’s return first."
"Yes."
The Wind Spirit race piloted their ships back into the clan grounds.
Then, the Wind Spirit race began tallying their spoils of war.
"Clan Leader, our tribe killed thirteen hundred enemies, captured a hundred members of the Blood Evil Sect and Wolf Race alive, seized ten warships, and a thousand sets of Blood Evil Sect armors and weapons."
"Provisions, cultivation techniques, treasure medicines..."
The elder Feeng Jun respectfully reported the results of the great battle.
Chu Ming only nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the mountain of spoils, a gentle smile on his face.
According to his past style, except for a few valuable items which he would keep, most of the rest would be discarded.
But now it was different, he had his own people to care for; provisions, armor, weapons, cultivation techniques, treasure medicines, all needed to be accumulated in large quantities.
After reporting the spoils, Feeng Jun respectfully said again, "Clan Leader, the tribe members are all waiting under the Clan Tree."
"Alright, let’s go."
Chu Ming put away the red gloves and followed Feeng Jun to the Wind Spirit Clan Tree.
These gloves were obtained from Yaan Da in the Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm, also red, but they were more advanced than the Red Qilin Gloves, known as the Kun Silk Red Thread Gloves.
Whether in terms of defensive power or enhancement of Palm Techniques, they surpassed the Red Qilin Gloves, serving as a perfect replacement.
...
In the center of the Wind Spirit race’s territory stood a lush green ancient tree, not very thick, needing three people to encircle it.
This tree was precisely the other half of the Wind Spirit Clan Tree.
The difference was, this half of the clan tree appeared intact, yet in reality, it was not as strong as the sapling taken by the Wolf Race, which had a Tree Spirit.
The Wind Spirit Clan sapling that recognized Chu Ming as its master was originally twice as tall as this half of the Wind Spirit Clan Tree. Due to the Wolf Race’s corrosive power eroding it, the Clan Tree exhausted its vitality, eventually becoming a sapling.
At this moment,
Two thousand Wind Spirit clan members gathered around the ancient tree, representing the entire population of the Wind Spirit race.
A thousand were combatants, the rest were the elderly, children, and those without much aptitude for martial arts.
The elder Feeng Jun carried the sapling reverently towards the ancient tree, flanked by Feeng Ying, Feeng Zhi, Feeng Yao, and Feeng Yi, the four elders in the Meridian Unlocking Realm.
Under the gaze of the two thousand tribe members,
Chu Ming stood by the tree, with the Tree Spirit floating beside him.
Then, the Tree Spirit emitted a green light, enveloping both the sapling and the ancient tree.
An amazing scene unfolded.
Under the caress of the Tree Spirit’s light, the separated halves of the Wind Spirit Clan Tree, parted for decades, responded to each other.
The sapling autonomously flew towards the ancient tree, the Tree Spirit released more green light, and the two halves of the Clan Tree fused into one.
In an instant, all two thousand Wind Spirit tribe members felt the call from the Clan Tree.
It was like a wanderer returning to their birthplace after being away, a resonance of the soul.
"Our Wind Spirit Clan Tree has returned."
The elder Feeng Jun shed tears of deep emotion.
"Thank you, Clan Leader!"
In that moment, he appeared like an elderly man weathered by storms, sincerely kneeling before the Clan Tree.
"Thank you, Clan Leader!"
Two thousand Wind Spirit clan members knelt simultaneously.
They bowed to the Clan Tree and knelt to Chu Ming.
Everyone knew that if it weren’t for the Clan Leader today, they wouldn’t just have their Clan Tree back, they wouldn’t even have this last refuge, as it might have already been trampled by the Blood Evil Sect and the Wolf Race.
"Rise, all of you."
Chu Ming’s voice was calm, yet it resonated like a magical sound in the ears of the two thousand tribe members.
The Wind Spirit tribe members could resonate with the Clan Tree, and through the Tree Spirit, he could clearly sense each tribe member’s emotions.
Feeng Jun stood up, followed by the four great Wind Spirit Elders, and the two thousand tribe members rose with them.
He waved his sleeve lightly, and droplets of Azure Ancient Juice flew out, numbering as many as two thousand.
Then, the Clan Tree Spirit emitted green light, enveloping the Azure Ancient Juice and distributing it to each tribe member.
This was not controlled by Chu Ming’s Primordial Consciousness, but the power of the Tree Spirit, as Azure Ancient Juice originated from the Tree Spirit.
Two thousand drops of Azure Ancient Juice, accounting for half of what he obtained, valued immensely.
"Thank you, Clan Leader!" The two thousand people were immediately overjoyed.
"It’s Azure Ancient Juice!"
They had not seen Azure Ancient Juice for a very long time.
Two thousand drops, truth be told, before wiping out the Wolf Race’s riverside stronghold, was an astronomical figure, but Chu Ming did not hesitate to bring it out now.
The value of a treasure lies in its use.
The two thousand Wind Spirit tribe members were his foundation, consuming some treasures for their cultivation was nothing.
Moreover, with the Clan Tree merging, the Tree Spirit could continuously produce Azure Ancient Juice, and even better Azure Ancient Spirit Dew.
As the Clan Tree merging concluded, the two thousand tribe members left joyfully holding their Azure Ancient Juice.
In the clan grounds, within the great hall.
Chu Ming sat on the hall seat, below him were the elder Feeng Jun and four elders, including Feeng Zhi.
"Clan Leader, this is our tribe’s cultivation technique."
Feeng Jun presented three half-green leaves, on which the Wind Spirit race’s cultivation technique, "Wind Spirit Azure Ancient Skill," was recorded.
