I Grind to Martial Saint

The altar.

Ding Zihu was no stranger to such things.

These Primitive Tribes, hidden deep in the mountains and rarely troubling the secular dynasties, each had their own beliefs, worshiping all manner of gods and demons.

Altars were products born from the need for sacrificial rituals.

The beast skulls placed upon the stone pillars were likely offerings.

Liao Tu seemed to sense Ding Zihu’s gaze and deliberately blocked his view.

For a tribe, the altar was the most sacred of places, not to be spied upon by outsiders.

Liao Tu had a large frame, and with him in the way, Ding Zihu truly couldn’t see a thing.

He just gave an awkward smile and said nothing.

As they formally entered the Wuhuo Tribe, they noticed many curious gazes emerging from the houses on either side.

These were the old, the weak, the women, and the children of the Wuhuo Tribe.

They were very curious as to why their chief would bring two outsiders here.

But Liao Tu clearly had no intention of explaining much.

He led Han Yuan and Ding Zihu to the front of a stone house.

In the Wuhuo Tribe, the vast majority of buildings were constructed from wood.

Besides the altar, the only other stone structure was this single, ancient-looking stone house.

The stone house was simple and archaic in design, built from a kind of jet-black stone.

Upon stepping inside, even though it was already winter, one felt a sense of warmth.

Han Yuan glanced around casually and saw that the stone house was filled with numerous herbs, as well as various pots and jars.

In the deepest part of the stone house, a gaunt old man in a worn Beast Robe was tinkering with some herbs.

Seeing Liao Tu enter with two strangers, the old man appeared quite surprised.

"Liao Gu Priest... this is Han Yuan, and this is Ding Zihu... They’ve come to Taicang Mountain to find someone... and they’re hoping the Wuhuo Tribe can help."

Liao Tu introduced Han Yuan and Ding Zihu.

The gaunt old man stood up, bowed to Han Yuan and Ding Zihu, and said, "This old one is Liao Gu, the Priest of the Wuhuo Tribe. A pleasure to meet you, honored guests."

Han Yuan and Ding Zihu also cupped their fists in salute.

"Please, sit."

"We tribes aren’t much for ceremony. Just sit wherever you’d like."

The Liao Gu Priest said with a faint smile.

The men then sat down casually.

"And who might you two be looking for?"

the Liao Gu Priest asked softly.

"A Daoist by the name of Chunyangzi."

"He should have arrived in Taicang Mountain many years ago."

Han Yuan stated directly.

"Chunyangzi..."

"This old one has lived for many years... and I’ve never heard that name."

"But if he is truly within Taicang Mountain, given a little time, we will certainly be able to find news of him for you."

the Liao Gu Priest said earnestly.

The Wuhuo Tribe was considered a large tribe in Taicang Mountain, with several thousand members who were intimately familiar with the area.

Finding a person should be quite easy.

"Then we’ll be counting on you, Priest."

"I heard your tribe seems to have run into some trouble as well."

"Why don’t you tell me about it?"

Han Yuan, knowing the proper etiquette, asked directly.

Liao Gu did not waste words.

He knew that since Liao Tu had chosen to bring these two back,

they must have the strength to solve the Wuhuo Tribe’s current predicament.

"The Wuhuo Tribe has indeed run into some difficulties."

"It’s because a Holy Artifact has been passed down within our Wuhuo Tribe."

"This Holy Artifact is called the Burning Stone... It is a stone that burns for eternity."

"A month ago, a Sect from Nanwu Province set its sights on our Holy Artifact."

Liao Gu said in a heavy voice.

Liao Tu, at his side, picked up where Liao Gu left off. "That Sect is called the Red Flame Sect... It’s considered a Major Sect in Nanwu Province, far more powerful than our Wuhuo Tribe."

Hearing this, Ding Zihu couldn’t help but ask, "Why does this Red Flame Sect covet your Holy Artifact?"

"Because the Sect Leader of the Red Flame Sect, Zhou Bingtong, is a Gang Essence Realm Martial Artist."

"He somehow learned about our Burning Stone and wants to use its power to break through to the Innate Realm."

"Over the past month... we have already repelled several attacks from the Red Flame Sect."

"Just a few days ago, Zhou Bingtong gave us an ultimatum. In ten days, if we do not hand over the Burning Stone, he will slaughter everyone in the Wuhuo Tribe."

Liao Tu said helplessly.

As the tribe’s chief, he was supposed to protect the Wuhuo Tribe.

But facing Zhou Bingtong, the Sect Leader of the Red Flame Sect, he felt only a profound sense of despair.

"I see."

"That makes things simple."

"I will stay here in your Wuhuo Tribe and take care of that Zhou Bingtong for you."

"In return, you will use all your manpower to find Chunyangzi’s whereabouts for me."

"How about it?"

Han Yuan didn’t waste any words, laying out the terms plainly.

"No problem."

"Thank you, Hero Han!"

Upon hearing this, Liao Gu’s form of address for him even changed.

"How many days until that Zhou Bingtong arrives?"

Han Yuan asked.

"It has been five days since the ten-day deadline was given."

Liao Tu said.

"Perfect timing."

Han Yuan nodded.

Afterward, Liao Tu had Liao Feng come in and lead Han Yuan and Ding Zihu to a place to rest.

"Chief... do you think that Han Yuan can really deal with Zhou Bingtong?"

Liao Gu couldn’t help but ask.

"He can."

"I saw him in action earlier. He is definitely a Gang Essence Martial Artist."

"Besides, he’s so confident. He must have real substance."

Liao Tu paused, then added, "Besides... it’s not like we have any other choice."

Hearing this, Liao Gu could only let out a helpless sigh.

’Yes... now that it’s come to this, what other choice does the Wuhuo Tribe have?’

"Chief, you should send people to inquire about that Chunyangzi’s whereabouts first."

Liao Gu said softly.

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