Free Web NovelChapter 232: Chapter 231: You Want to Provoke Me?
He didn’t know how much time had passed. Wall was still climbing, but the Warriors at his side grew fewer and fewer. Most of them couldn’t bear the force of the wind and snow and had fallen at the mountain’s base.
In truth, he still hadn’t climbed very high. The thick clouds halfway up the mountain remained impossibly high, as if he could never reach them.
He still couldn’t understand it. ’What are these guys even doing, following me around?’
’To get a glimpse of the scenery on Northern Boundary Mountain, only to freeze to death for no reason?’
’They would have been better off heading home right after we took the stronghold.’
Of course, Wall didn’t care about those tribal Warriors, even if they were all from South Mountain. It was just that after watching another Warrior become buried in the snow, his mind couldn’t help but drift to a certain brother and sister from the tribe.
That Young Clan Leader, Ice, clearly disliked him most of the time, yet he maintained a veneer of respect, even going out of his way to send his sister to him.
’These weak South Mountain tribespeople... who knows what they’re thinking? All they have on their minds is procreation.’
’Even if his sister was decent-looking and had a hint of Talent for Cultivation, as a peerless prodigy of his generation who had long ago reached the Dharma Realm, what kind of woman hadn’t he seen?’
’Beauties from modern cities threw themselves at him, each one stunning and far more forward. Some were even the daughters of top-tier Martial Arts powers.’
’Compared to them, what was Ice’s sister?’
’A mountain savage who was crude even in her grooming?’
Psychologically and physically, Wall could not accept the South Mountain Tribe. Their Young Clan Leader was obstinate, their people were foolish, and their combat prowess was pathetic. They worshiped ancestors so distant they couldn’t even recall their true faces.
However, the one thing he had to admit was that the South Mountain Tribe had indeed helped him in the past. And their Ancestor had even left his inheritance to him...
Wall raised his right hand, squinting to examine the reddish-yellow markings on his arm. The muscles, coiled like horned dragons, twitched and jumped, seeming to contain an endless, suppressed vitality.
The Ancestor of the South Mountain Tribe—the Pan Gong Ascendant—had left him a special, fusible body. It seemed to be a perfect match for his tough, thick-skinned Bloodline Talent, granting him remarkable strength.
He could call upon the Ancestor’s power like a Witch Priest. It wouldn’t last long, but it was more than enough when he needed it.
"Lord Wall, do you need to rest?"
The three remaining South Mountain Tribe Warriors at his side, all in the Steel Bone Realm, spoke with trembling voices, their teeth chattering. On their backs, they carried bundles larger than their own bodies and seemed ready to untie them.
The only other person who had made it this far, a Warrior from the Stone Forest Tribe named Eight, panted as he held out a waterskin from his belt. "Lord Wall, water."
’More than five hundred Warriors attacked that stronghold. Now, only four are left at my side.’
He had no wings, no ability to traverse space, and he didn’t seem to possess the same heaven-defying growth speed as Jiang Qiu. But in truth, when placed in the grand scope of history, he was absolutely one of the top Chosen Ones.
Few Chosen Ones had ever truly reached his current level, the Jade Sinew Realm. Many had the potential, but they may have lacked the opportunity.
But compared to Hill, Gale, or even Gold, who had been the first to die, he was nothing. He was likely a far cry from the legendary Extreme as well.
But in his heart, he had always wanted to reach the summit, even if only to catch a single glimpse of the Enlightenment Fruit he had pursued for twenty years...
With this thought in mind, Wall took the waterskin from Eight. His expression was complex as he looked up at the Northern Boundary Mountain, its summit lost to the clouds.
GLUG~ GLUG~
"You can’t continue on the path ahead. The wind and snow are too strong. All of you, go back."
Wall casually wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, his tone icy.
He was thinking of the five people before him. Four were core Warriors of the South Mountain Tribe, all at the Steel Bone Realm. Losing even one was a huge blow to the tribe. When that brat Ice saw them off, he had been uncharacteristically reluctant, as if watching his own perfectly grown cotton being tossed into a fire.
And that man, Eight, was the most talented Warrior the Stone Forest Tribe had ever produced—the most talented since its founding. His aptitude might even surpass Ice’s. He had already reached the Iron Flesh Realm, and he was still able to accompany him this far up.
But his performance at the North Sea Palace had been abysmal. He didn’t show the potential to receive even a single inheritance. A bit of a shame.
If he died, the Stone Forest Tribe—which had already sent some of its women to the North Snow Tribe—would likely die out within a few decades.
It wouldn’t just be due to the massive loss of their core fighting strength, but also because of their inability to procreate and produce successors...
But what could he do? All five of them insisted on staying. They kept spouting nonsense about duty and obligation, about a rule tens of thousands of years old that said Warriors on an escort mission do not return.
Wall said no more. He tilted his head back and took another gulp of cold water.
’After all, what does it matter to me if they live or die?’
’It’s all just an experiment inside the Secret Realm...’
BOOM—
Suddenly, a fierce gale howled forth, carrying razor-sharp ice and snow. Wall’s blood boiled instinctively. The reddish-yellow markings on his body flared to life, and though his muscles were as hard as bedrock, they were still sliced open with fine cuts. Blood clung to his body like thin threads, and his clothes were shredded.
The corner of his mouth twitched. His pupils constricted, watching the waterskin in his hand shatter into fragments. The cold water splashed across his face, yet it felt strangely warm.
In that instant, his heart stopped. He slowly lowered his head. His eyes fell upon the four South Mountain Tribe Warriors, who had been reduced to shredded flesh and shattered bone scattered across the snow. Eight, who had been standing next to him, was hit by the shrapnel and fell to the ground with a choked cry.
"Your physical body is surprisingly tough."
An ancient voice drifted from the distance. The Great Witch stood poised in the air, using Yukong. His black robes fluttered in the wind, and his hands, like an eagle’s talons, clutched at the flowing snow and ice crystals.
He raised an eyebrow, surprised that his sudden attack hadn’t finished off this Chosen One. It seemed he hadn’t even inflicted a fatal wound; at most, they were just scrapes.
Rushing here from the other side of Northern Boundary Mountain had consumed an immense amount of his Spirit Charm. Each use of the Kunpeng Transformation covered ten li, and he had used it hundreds of times to get here, all for the sake of swiftly eliminating Extreme’s rivals.
However, the expenditure was trivial. He was relying on the Ancestor’s power and could recover in the blink of an eye. The most important thing was time.
Who would have thought that his plan to instantly kill the relatively unknown Wall would fail to even seriously injure him!
This guy seemed stronger than the rumors suggested. He was no ordinary practitioner of the Jade Sinew Realm!
The Great Witch began to gather a more powerful killing technique. He would borrow the Ancestor’s power, annihilate his opponent, and then move on to his next target: Hill.
’I am a Great Witch, personally taking action at the cost of my own life force. How could I possibly fail to deal with a mere Chosen One in the Jade Sinew Realm?’
At this thought, the Great Witch’s blood boiled with fervor. He looked down at the young man on the ground, who appeared to be stunned frozen, and whispered, "Die..."
At that moment, Wall looked up at him, his gaze like that of a reaper locking onto its prey, his expression a mask suppressing a towering inferno of rage.
The Northern Boundary Mountain beneath his feet rumbled, collapsing and sinking as if it could no longer bear the weight of his physical form!
"!!!"
