Free Web NovelChapter 106: Chapter 106: Zale Upgrades
"You even know ’chasing the wife into the crematorium’; your mental life is quite rich, isn’t it?" Kaelen teasingly laughed at Sane.
The Chief started playing dirty, transforming into a small snake, slipping right into his mate’s collar, and only poking his snake head out to say:
"Do not forget whose illusion I learned those things from. Speaking of a rich mental life, it definitely cannot compare to yours. I even saw some locked folders in your magic mirror; I looked it up on Google, and they are definitely not anything decent."
Kaelen froze for a moment, then his face turned completely red. Out of shame and anger, he wanted to stew snake meat. Unfortunately, the Chief was too slippery; Kaelen could not catch him.
Inside the tent, the Little Priest’s angry shouting and the Chief’s frivolous laughter continuously echoed. A moment later, a small snake was wrapped into a cocoon, dangling from a tree.
The beastmen guards immediately turned their faces away, pretending not to see, their mouths twitching uncontrollably. They also did not understand why the Chief always liked to tease the Little Priest like that; their group of single beastmen could not comprehend it.
The cocoon on the tree wriggled a couple of times; the vines snapped into several pieces and fell down with a crackle. The small snake immediately raised his head high, arrogantly slithering back into the tent.
The next morning.
Cael came to visit Zale as usual. For everyone’s safety, Sane did not allow the tribesmen to get too close to the center of the formation, so Cael could only stand and watch from afar. Yesterday, he had a very realistic dream, dreaming about the day everyone was chased out of Obsidian, and also recalling the painful expression when Zale had to choose between loyalty to the Chief and his family.
He woke up in the middle of the night and could not go back to sleep.
"Cael, do not worry too much. You are newly pregnant; your pregnancy is not stable yet." Kaelen came out, pulled Cael into the tent, and handed Cael a glass of warm water. freewebnøvel.com
Cael still had that chubby, childish face, only there was a bit more maturity in his eyes, fitting the image of a Sub-Beast who already had a mate. He took a sip of warm water, then anxiously recounted his dream.
Kaelen rubbed his chin, recalling the resonance of the sea of consciousness between himself and Sane before. What was this situation called? Telepathy?
Perhaps Zale was experiencing his trauma while upgrading, and as a mate, Cael naturally felt it too. It seemed that to break through the barrier to advance to a high-level warrior, one had to overcome their trauma.
Advancing to the intermediate level was already this difficult; no wonder high-level beastmen were as rare as diamonds in the sand. Beastman warriors above the high level were even more of a lost myth.
Kaelen made a speculation; perhaps the higher the intelligence of the people on the Beastman continent, the lower the chance of passing the trial.
In the early primeval times, perhaps the beastmen were all very pure, so there were many high-level beastmen at that time. Later on, bad traits gradually formed, and most beastmen failed to pass the God’s trial, leading to the decline of primal strength.
Kaelen remained silent without commenting on the dream, and Cael did not mind much. He voiced his worries, not exactly to receive words of comfort from Kaelen. Cael blinked, looked around the tent, and not seeing Sane’s figure, asked:
"Did the Chief leave so early?"
"Yes," Kaelen nodded. "He left at the crack of dawn. The passage leading to Obsidian is located on a steep cliff; he needs to supervise it closely."
Cael nodded, then looked outside, his mood a bit heavy:
"Kaelen... I am scared." He took a deep breath, organizing his words, "I cannot awaken Divine Energy, and my lifespan is only as short as a normal person’s. In the future, Zale..."
Cael did not finish, but Kaelen understood what Cael wanted to mention. Draven had just asked Kaelen about this issue as well. He did not know what to say either, so he could only hold his best friend’s hand and softly comfort Cael:
"There will be a way eventually, do not overthink it."
Cael nodded, raising the glass of water in his hand to take another sip to reduce his stress. Right at this moment, a resounding leopard roar rang out. The water in Cael’s glass sloshed and spilled all over him. He hurriedly placed the glass on the table, intending to rush outside. Quick-witted and fast-handed, Kaelen grabbed Cael’s arm and said:
"Do not get close; stand outside and observe first."
Considering the previous upgrade of the two of them, Sane had chosen a location for the warrior’s upgrade that was wider than the area covered by the lightning rain, calculating how to minimize the damage to the tribe. At this moment, the surrounding spiritual energy began to riot, and the sky also changed.
The tribesmen in the tribe were already too accustomed to this scene; all of them simultaneously stopped their hands, knelt down, and clasped their hands in prayer. The Chief had said that the process of a warrior advancing to the intermediate level was very perilous, and that His Excellency the Chief and the Great Priest had to be very lucky to overcome it. Now, they were praying that such luck would come to Zale.
In the old valley, the group of newcomers who were rearranging their belongings was also terrified by the anomaly in the sky and huddled together.
"Oh my god, what is that? Is it a great flood?!"
"Oh God, please save us!"
They simultaneously knelt down, tears and snot streaming down their faces, closing their eyes to pray. Having gone through so much hardship just to survive until today, and having only just tasted the flavor of being full and warm, they did not want to die yet.
Ian’s face was deathly pale as he looked up at the high sky. The coercive pressure was extremely strong, crushing him to the point of being unable to breathe, but he felt an incredibly powerful source of energy from within this pressure. He had felt this before his sea of consciousness was injured. Last time, he had tried to delve deeper and almost died; this time, Ian only dared to stand and watch, not daring to sense it anymore. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
This time, the lightning rain poured down very quickly instead of taking several days like the last time, and its coverage area and intensity were also smaller. However, it still scorched the entire land it covered.
Looking at this formation, Kaelen astonishingly asked the beastman guard, "When we upgraded, was it this terrifying too?"
The beastman guard immediately replied, "It was much stronger, Little Priest. We did not even dare to look up at the sky."
Kaelen somewhat dared not imagine how immense the coercive pressure must have been to make the beastmen from afar not even dare to raise their faces to look at the sky. Unlike Ian, who could only rely on his Divine Energy to sense it from a distance, Kaelen was close by and could directly feel the massive source of energy pouring down from the sky.
He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. With energy even greater than this, he did not understand how he and Sane were still alive. Furthermore, Uncle Talon, who had lived through three generations of Chiefs, had affirmed that a normal warrior beastman upgrading would not cause such a huge commotion. When they upgraded, the biggest commotion produced was just the surrounding energy being sucked toward the person upgrading.
Connecting the chains of events together, his hand gripping Cael’s arm suddenly tightened. When awakening Beast Energy, there was no commotion, but for an abnormal ability, there would be lightning.
Zale... was awakening an abnormal ability too!
A Sane with both Divine Energy and Beast Energy was already a formidable existence; if Zale also awakened both of these energies...
Kaelen closed his eyes, not daring to imagine further.
While the Crimson tribe was living in extreme tension, on the other side of the magical beast forest, the Chief of the Cipher tribe had also just woken up. Half-asleep, he listened to Richard report about the Crimson tribe. Upon hearing the news of his son’s death, there was not the slightest bit of pity on his face, only disgust.
Truly useless. Having been nurtured for so long, yet that guy allowed a level-five warrior from a trivial tribe to beat him to death; what a waste of resources. Fortunately, he had many sons; losing one Adrian would not affect anything.
After listening to Richard’s report, he merely waved his hand:
"If he is dead, then he is dead; if he is buried, then he is buried. There is no need to be sorrowful. We have already grasped the terracotta-making technique, so there is no need to cling to that rundown place anymore. I heard that your mate and son have also returned, right? It has been hard on you all; I will distribute rewards. Step down."
Richard bowed his head and stepped down. Just as he left the Chief’s cave, a cold wind blew by, making him unable to stop shivering. Only at this moment did Richard realize that he had broken out in a cold sweat until his animal skin coat was completely soaked.
He felt lucky to have a smart mate who taught him how to cope in order to pass this ordeal.
Adrian was indeed killed by Sane right on the battlefield, but Richard still had to fabricate the story that Adrian was severely injured, rescued by them, and died on the run. Even though the Chief of Cipher had many sons, and picking anyone at random would be capable enough to inherit the Chief title, it did not mean he would let the person who killed his son off the hook.
If Adrian died right on the battlefield while Richard returned to the tribe unscathed, what awaited Richard would be death.
Originally, Richard had also wanted to lead his mate, son, and the remaining tribesmen to flee, but Moharm disagreed. In the past, to show loyalty, the Gray Wolf clan had agreed to let the Great Priest of the Cipher tribe brand a mark on their souls. Although their Gray Wolf clan enjoyed the same privileges as the Lion clan warriors, to put it bluntly, they were merely dependents of Cipher.
They were not slaves, but they were not much different from slaves.
In addition, Moharm also had his own thoughts. Previously, all the achievements Moharm tried to seize were fully enjoyed by Richard; Moharm was unwilling to accept this. The resources Richard received should have rightfully belonged to Moharm himself and his son.
Therefore, Moharm fabricated this story with the purpose of finding a lever to push Rylan to an unparalleled position.
Rylan himself seemed to have grown more mature as well. If previously he relied on his Papa, frequently letting his Papa calculate the path for him, now, Rylan had also begun to scheme on his own.
He knew that the beastmen of the Cipher tribe had a philandering nature, liking to embrace left and right. He constantly created chance encounters with the three sons who were most likely to become the next generation’s Chief of the Cipher Chief. With a beautiful appearance and the ability to grasp the minds of beastmen, Rylan made these three beastmen so infatuated that they lost their sense of direction.
He turned himself into an apple hanging in front of a donkey’s mouth; the donkey craved to eat it but had no chance to take a bite. Unable to eat the apple, the donkey desired the apple even more.
The donkey was too busy chasing the apple, not knowing that under its push, the apple was moving further and further forward.
Kaelen did not know anything about the matters regarding Rylan, nor did he care. He only knew that later on, when the two of them crossed paths again, Rylan was already in a position that made even Kaelen astonished. But as mentioned, that was a matter for the future.
At present, Rylan was still just an unfamiliar Sub-Beast who had newly entered Cipher, always hiding in the house to study the knowledge his Papa taught him, not even daring to step out the front door.
