The Speedrun Begins with Choosing Hunter

Chapter 433: Chapter 408: Barbarian Tribe

On a verdant grassland in the Northern Plains, a cheerful stream babbled melodiously.

A small courtyard, its garden filled with orchids, was particularly eye-catching.

Amidst the desolate wilderness of the Northern Plains, it presented a scene akin to a paradise hidden from the world.

Even the most unruly members of the Demon Race or Barbarian People would become docile here, for the master of this small courtyard was called Mr. Yuan.

Mr. Yuan was simply Mr. Yuan. He might have had a name before, but now, he was just Mr. Yuan.

In the Northern Plains, the name "Mr. Yuan" was sometimes more effective than that of the Demon God. In a sense, Mr. Yuan was the god of the Northern Plains.

A figure in a black robe shattered the tranquility.

He walked into the courtyard, came to the front of the small house, and said in a raspy voice, "Mr. Yuan, he has arrived."

With a CREAK, the wooden door of the small house was pushed open, and an old Confucian scholar slowly walked out.

Seeing the old scholar appear, the black-robed man’s attitude became even more reverent. "Mr. Yuan, Bai Yuan has already gone deep into the Northern Plains."

Mr. Yuan nodded slightly.

’This was all within his expectations.’

’Or rather, those two experts from the Demon Sect were his handiwork in the first place.’

"Mr. Yuan, what should be done next?"

The black-robed man asked earnestly.

Given his status, there were few in the world who could command such respect from him. In fact, it was perhaps only the Mr. Yuan before him.

For he was the Soul Chasing Tower Lord, Jia.

There was no modifier before his title; he was the true master of the entire Soul-Chasing Tower, the supreme Assassin of the Divinity Communication Barrier.

He wouldn’t even be like this when facing the Sect Master of Demon Sect.

Only the old scholar before him was worthy of such treatment.

It was because of this old scholar’s appearance that the Demon Sect, which had been weakened for thousands of years, returned to its peak.

’There are degrees of difference in enlightenment, and the same applies to the Divinity Communication realm.’

’Uniting the three teachings... I am truly no match for him.’

’With such genius, he could probably even stand against the Grand Ancestor Emperor from a thousand years ago.’

It was common knowledge that to break through the Martial Saint Pass, one needed not only talent but also immense fortune. Had he been born during the great tide of events a thousand years ago, Mr. Yuan might very well have taken that step.

The Demon Sect revered the strong, which was why this Soul Chasing Tower Lord was so respectful toward Mr. Yuan.

Perhaps in a simple fight, Mr. Yuan was not the most invincible person in the world. But at the Divinity Communication level, one’s strength was no longer judged solely by their combat ability.

Mr. Yuan did not answer immediately, instead looking up at the sky.

It was gloomy as far as the eye could see. The Northern Plains were like this year-round, and he had long since grown tired of the sight.

He lowered his gaze.

"Pay him no mind. Just treat him as an ordinary Xuan Yang official."

The Soul Chasing Tower Lord, Jia, hesitated. "Mr. Yuan, but... isn’t he a Demon Seed?"

Mr. Yuan let out a rare laugh. It was stiff and solemn, like that of the most stubborn old teacher in a schoolhouse—a laugh that would send shivers down his students’ spines.

"Only after enduring ten thousand tribulations can one become a Demon Seed. If he cannot pass, then he is not one. There is no need to hold back."

"...Yes."

Jia did not hesitate in the slightest to accept Mr. Yuan’s words.

The legend of the Demon Seed had long existed within the Demon Sect, but today, ten thousand years later, very few actually believed in it. If not for Mr. Yuan, it might have been forgotten entirely.

In a way, it was Mr. Yuan who had granted the Demon Seed its supreme status.

So, since Mr. Yuan had said it, he would do it.

He needed no reason, and Mr. Yuan needed to offer him no explanation.

Jia turned and left, and the small courtyard returned to silence.

Only Mr. Yuan remained amidst the orchids.

The smile had not faded from Mr. Yuan’s face. He squinted as a ray of light finally managed to sneak through the thick clouds.

"What a fine, clear day."

...

In the Northern Plains, there was a very long mountain range called Cang Mang Mountain.

Stretching for countless miles across the land, it almost sundered the world. This was also the sacred mountain of the Barbarian People.

The reason Cang Mang Mountain became the sacred mountain of the Barbarian People was not just its great height and length, but more importantly, the peculiar sight at its foot.

The originally vast, white expanse of land magically gave way to a touch of green near Cang Mang Mountain.

Dotted at the foot of Cang Mang Mountain were specks of green forest.

This was the land that the Barbarian People and the Demon Race had fought over for generations.

Within one of the oases, simple, scattered thatched huts could be faintly seen—this was a barbarian tribe.

Several barbarian children played at the entrance of the stockaded village, no different from those in an ordinary Xuan Yang Village.

If one had to find a difference, it would be that these children were all incredibly sturdy; a normal adult might not even be able to best them in a wrestling match.

Suddenly—

A sturdy-looking little boy stopped playing.

He turned his head and looked at the small path leading to the village.

A strange man was slowly walking toward him.

He shouted in the barbarian tongue, "Who are you?"

The little boy’s words also alerted the other youths who were playing. One of them, slightly older and appearing no different from an adult, watched the newcomer warily.

"Stop right there, or my daddy will beat you to death!"

No one questioned the youth’s words.

Because this youth’s daddy was indeed a great fighter; no one in the entire village was his match.

The man continued walking as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

The youth was surprised to find that the man walked very quickly. In just a moment, he was already in front of them.

It was a man who wasn’t particularly muscular, dressed in a fur-lined beast-hide jacket. He also seemed to be one of the Barbarian People.

Seeing that the newcomer looked similar to himself, the youth did not let down his guard.

Because he knew there were also Demons in the Northern Plains. Some Demons looked similar to the Barbarian People, but they were actually man-eating monsters. This was all something the village elder had told him.

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