Chapter Nine Shows Stone Master

  I spent 5 hours writing this chapter, my blood is boiling, I don't know if everyone will be satisfied.

  Four days later.

  Xiao Yi was already a hundred and fifty miles deep in the Pan Lei mountain range. After entering a hundred miles into the Pan Lei mountain range, the number of wild beasts gradually increased. Among ten wild beasts, one would reach the middle rank.

  Having truly entered the Wu Chang level, Xiao Yi's combat power reached another level. In just four days, the number of mid-grade desolate beasts that fell to his gun had already reached twelve. Twelve mid-grade desolate beasts, although not considered strong among their kind, were still not to be underestimated. The blood and energy of these twelve mid-grade desolate beasts allowed Xiao Yi's cultivation to reach a peak, just one step away from once again unblocking the ninth heavenly meridian.

  Bloodstone Tribe

  In front of the dark green mountain wall, nearly two thousand soldiers were roaring, they practiced martial arts, their morale was surging, and the majestic blood energy rose to the sky, the cold killing intent could be heard clearly even ten miles away.

  This year, some people grew old and left the war academy, while young men grew up and became new blood. Some broke through their shackles and were promoted to wu chang (a military rank), but the number of bai fu chang (another military rank) remained unchanged. From refining small blood to refining large blood, it was another hurdle, not only a boost in power, but also two different levels in terms of realm.

  Ouch!

  The sound of the horn resounded, in front of the Bloodstone tribe, as the sun rose, the majestic and vast sound of the horn echoed through the heavens, all the clashing of arms ceased, every single member of the Bloodstone tribe revealed an expression of utmost reverence and frenzy on their faces. That was the Heavenly Soldier's Horn, the Heavenly Soldier nurtured within the strong ones of humanity, the ultimate warrior of the human body.

  This is the fifth day, Xiao Yi returned to the tribe, in front of the towering mountain wall, Shi Gong's stooping figure leaned against the mottled stone wall, his eyes shining brighter than ever before.

  "The Heavenly Soldier's Horn, this is the war physique that every strong human must cultivate. One of the 108 Heavenly Soldiers, there must be one who possesses this War Horn." Shi Gong's voice trembled, "The sound of our Human Clan's War Horn, even if we fight to the end of the eight wilderness, our souls scatter, and our blood stains the nine heavens!"

  Gazing into the distance, at this moment, a flame seems to have ignited in my heart, the blood of humanity is boiling, even if separated by eternity, not in the same time and space, the blood flowing through my body is still the same.

  The era of the ancient ancestors, lost in the vast expanse of time, unknown to people, dust sealed and buried. What exactly happened back then? The later generations' search for immortals and the way, hell and spiritual mountains, the ancient temples, Taoist temples, and shrines hidden among famous mountains and rivers, what did they portend? No one knows. At this moment, Xiao Yi's emotions rose and fell, he vaguely understood that soon he would uncover a great secret.

  "Go ahead." Shi Gong's voice rang out, a smile playing on his lips as he patted Xiao Yi's shoulder. "I know you've been working hard. If possible, let me see what kind of power the Barbarian Elephant Great Strength Technique really has. I've practiced for a lifetime and still haven't mastered it. Seeing this before I leave is already satisfying."

  A faint pang in his heart, Xiao Yi looked at Shi Gong, the face full of wrinkles had become like withered wood. The old man's vitality was already very thin, and the smile on his face was heart-wrenching. In another space-time, Xiao Yi had his own concerns, not knowing when he could meet his loved ones and friends again. And in this vast land, Shi Gong also gave him the same feeling.

  Xiao Yi nodded deeply, took down the purple mist bow and arrow from his back, hung them at his waist, held the black broken gun in his hand, turned his back to the old man, knelt on one knee, and said in a low voice: "Shi Gong, I'll take you to see."

  Shi Gong, I'll take you there!

  In Xiao Yi's heart, that flame finally burst out. Here, he wasn't fighting for fame or to intimidate others, he was fighting to go home, and just one person needed to see it!

  The old man's body trembled slightly, and the smile on his face grew even more radiant. His hand, trembling lightly, rested on Xiao Yi's shoulder, and he slowly stood up, almost without feeling any weight. Xiao Yi knew that this was a sign of the old man's declining vital energy, and the essence of his physical body was also slipping away. In the end, all that would be left was an empty shell.

  The one who blew the Tianbing horn was Shitou Qianfu, one of the three thousand households of the Xue Shi tribe. In the Xue Shi tribe, every tribesman who wants to join the Human War Division must let all the soldiers see that they are the brothers who will be entrusted with their backs in the future, and they face the Ba Jie Da Zu, what is required is a fearless fighting spirit.

  Walking to the forefront of two thousand battle-hardened soldiers, this is a kind of pressure. Facing two thousand battle-hardened soldiers, even if no one makes a move, without any fluctuation in their vital energy, there is still an extremely oppressive atmosphere. This is because they are human warriors, each with bloodstained hands, having fought and killed members of other tribes to survive. Not a single one of them lacks the aura of killing intent; even if they suppress it with all their might, two thousand people together can give you the illusion that the mountains and earth are crumbling.

  The Tianbing horn wailed, its sound carrying dozens of miles, the Bloodstone tribe's land within a radius of ten miles was silent and still, the nearby ferocious beasts all crouched down, this was a suffocating oppression, an invisible force spreading.

  Shì Hǔ Qiān Fū Cháng, a middle-aged man, wore a suit of cyan-colored armor, grasping a scarlet spear that shone like blood in the sunlight with a crimson glow. In his hand was a jet-black horn, on which was branded the shadow of a wild beast - a cow with three curved horns pointing towards the sky.

  Shi Hu Qian Fu stood tall in front, with Shi Lei, Shi Qian, Yun Shan and Shi Yuan among dozens of others standing behind him. Dozens of young men faced the two thousand soldiers, their hearts racing despite having experienced bloodshed before. They gripped their weapons tightly, their blood boiling, their hearts ablaze.

  Two thousand soldiers, at the moment the horn sounded, they didn't move a single step, not even their eyes, all staring straight ahead. In front of them were nearly a hundred squad leaders and more than ten centurions. There was only one chiliarch, Shi Hu. The strong men above the rank of squad leader, some were in closed retreat, some were in the ancient forest, and some were responsible for patrolling the four sides of the tribe to prevent foreign invasion.

  Xiao Yi's footsteps were not loud, but at this moment they were clear and audible. Shi Hu Qianfu's gaze fell on him, and he was slightly taken aback, with a hint of unusual color in his eyes.

  Shi Lei and Yun Shan exchanged a glance, puzzled in their hearts but didn't speak out loud. Xiao Yi walked forward with Shi Gong on his back, ignoring the gazes of these young men. After half a cup of tea, he arrived before the two thousand soldiers. A massive momentum like a mountain suddenly struck him in the face. He abruptly turned around and stood alone at the front. The aura of the two thousand soldiers instantly crashed onto him. His body remained still as he bore it alone. His eyes were calm and fearless, meeting the gaze of the two thousand soldiers head-on.

  Old Man of the Rocks!

  Many warriors looked at Xiao Yi's back, their hearts shook, this was an old tribesman, many years ago, also a warrior, when many of them were still young, the middle-aged Shi Gong wielded his battle halberd, covered in blood, and many seniors, similarly fought on this mountain wall, battling thousands of immortal clans.

  And yet, this old warrior who had fought all his life, has now reached a point where he is exhausted, his face is wrinkled, his back is hunched, and his thin body is like withered wood. His vitality is like a dying ember that is about to be extinguished in the cold wind.

  Some veteran soldiers in their middle age sighed, unknowingly, decades have passed like this, and they have also grown old. The scars on their bodies don't know how many have accumulated, the old ones are gone, new ones have come, and there are fewer old people around them, with many new faces.

  "Xiao Yi." Shi Hu's voice rang out, he looked at the young man, who had changed beyond recognition in just one year. The weak figure of the past was gone, and he could sense the dense aura of blood on his body, which surpassed that of many soldiers.

  "You want to join our clan's war squad."

  "Yes!" Xiao Yi's voice was calm and loud.

  "Good." Shi Hu Qianfu nodded, then swept his gaze over the many young men and said, "To join the War Division, two things are required: strength and archery skills. As long as you possess ten jin of strength and your archery skills have reached the Breaking Wind realm, with no misses within a hundred paces, you can join the War Division and become a war soldier."

  Many young people heard the words, and their eyes suddenly turned to the front. In front of everyone, dozens of deep blue stones stood as tall as a person. The corners of these stones were clear-cut, reflecting a faint blue glow in the sunlight.

  "Green Iron Stone, you must leave a one-foot deep fist mark on it. Each inch deeper is equivalent to one jin of force. At most, it can withstand the full force of a first-entry Blood Refining Small Success cultivator." Shi Hu Qianfu said calmly, "Begin!"

  Many young people's hearts were shaken, and after years of cultivation, they had been waiting for this day.

  At this moment, a young man stepped out, he walked a few steps to the front of a piece of cyan iron stone, barely calming his emotions. With two thousand soldiers watching, throwing a punch was a kind of pressure. The next moment, he exhaled loudly, and a faint blue battle aura emerged from his right arm, and he suddenly threw a punch.

  Boom!

  The green iron stone shook violently, and the young man's entire fist was submerged in the stone. When he withdrew his hand, Shi Hu Qianfu nodded and said: "Fist print one foot two inches, passed!"

  A smile appeared on the young man's face and quickly disappeared, he retreated to one side, it's not over yet.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  A young man and a girl took turns showing off their skills, they gave it their all, and everyone passed without anyone being surprised. To join the war troops, one must have sufficient cultivation. Those who came today were all confident in their own strength. If even basic strength couldn't be achieved, becoming a soldier would be a joke.

  Ishihara also passed through instantly, his fist print one foot and one inch deep. He looked at Xiao Yi's gaze was not good-looking, he didn't believe that Xiao Yi's cultivation had improved so quickly, and he was also suspicious in his heart. On the day of parting with War Bow Temple, after careful consideration, he felt even more that something was wrong, he didn't want to believe it, but now he had to witness it with his own eyes. Let Tenth Step see everyone's hot blood just like Tenth Step's, Tenth Step's blood is burning.