Chapter Eleven: Departure

  Zixia bow in hand, the purple light of the bow body flickers with a bewildering glow. This is a top-grade lower-rank war bow. The bow body is forged from the spine of a lower-rank wild beast, the Purple Cloud Peacock, merged with blue iron. The bowstring is made from the large tendon of a lower-rank wild beast, the Earth Python, refined and tempered to perfection. It can withstand thirty-six jin of force.

  The purple arrow fell on the bowstring, Xiao Yi's eyes were sharp, behind him, the old man's mouth was smiling, even if his body was already shaking, he didn't let go of both hands, he stared straight ahead, his gaze facing the sunrise.

  Xiao Yi's arrowhead rotated and fell onto an iron stake 100 meters away. Shi Hu Qianfu's gaze flickered, but it was only 100 meters? Ordinary Wu Chang-level strongmen generally mastered archery in the Breaking Wind Realm's minor completion, while stronger ones reached major completion. Only a handful of people could combine their archery to reach the second realm, the Splitting Sound Realm. However, mastering archery required gradual comprehension through each shot. In Shi Hu Qianfu's opinion, given Xiao Yi's rapid progress, it was impossible for him to elevate his archery to too high a level within this year. At most, he could only reach the minor completion of the Breaking Wind Realm, which was already the limit.

  Tuoba Feng's expression was calm, his eyes following Xiao Yi's arrowhead as it moved. After a few breaths, Xiao Yi's arrowhead turned and fell two hundred zhang away.

  Has the Wind-Breaking Realm been partially completed?

  Shi Hu Qianfu nodded silently, as expected, he was able to raise his cultivation to the level of Wuzhang within a year, and his archery skills had reached the small completion of Breaking Wind Realm. If he continued to progress at this speed, Shi Hu Qianfu didn't dare to imagine it. However, afterwards, he shook his head in his heart, not to mention the difficulty of refining the Great Blood Circle, even refining the Small Blood Circle was not easy to break through. In the entire history of the Bloodstone tribe, there were only a few who had entered the Small Blood Circle, and it was rare for someone to enter the Great Blood Circle in a hundred years. Even the tribal leader, Shi Zhixuan, couldn't break through without an opportunity, and advance to the Tempering Bone Realm. That wasn't just a promotion of realm, but also a transformation of life essence.

  Some of the strong men of the Wu Chang level already looked not too good, they had been cultivating for many years, and their archery skills were only at the small completion of the Breaking Wind Realm, while Xiao Yi had spent only one year.

  Is it just a minor achievement in breaking through the wind boundary?

  Tuoba Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of green light flashing in his eyes. Although he had no grasp on the situation, he refused to believe it!

  After counting his breath, Xiao Yi's eyes moved slightly, and the arrowhead turned again. This time, the arrowhead pointed to a iron wooden stake 300 zhang away. The purple misty arrow was ancient and crystal clear, with sparkling sharp edges.

  What!

  Shì Hǔ Qiān Fū's heart skipped a beat, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Had he finally achieved the Great Completion of the Breaking Wind Realm?

  "Impossible!" a sergeant finally couldn't help but shout out in a low voice.

  The Wind-Breaking Realm was finally achieved, and it took Shi Zixuan, the clan leader at that time, a full three years to truly reach this stage. This was something that required time to accumulate. In just one year, the Wind-Breaking Realm was achieved, and thinking about how Xiao Yi had already reached the level of Wuzhang, many people felt an unreal sensation.

  At this moment, Tuoba Feng's eyes shot out with extremely sharp edges, and indeed did not disappoint him. Xiao Yi's archery skills had improved so quickly that it was frightening to hear. On that day, he took a glance at the few arrow marks and couldn't forget them. He didn't expect that just one year later, his opponent would give him such a surprise.

  "Shi Gong!" Xiao Yi said in a low voice, he could feel that Shi Gong's body was trembling even more violently.

  At this moment, the old man gritted his teeth and silently grasped Xiao Yi's shoulder, his white hair slightly disheveled, with a fiery gaze under the scorching sun.

  His heart skipped a beat, Xiao Yi suddenly let out a loud roar, his voice like thunder. He abruptly turned around, the Zi Xia arrow emitting a humming noise, a sharp and unmatched aura bursting forth, the momentum of the barbaric elephant manifesting behind him. The green-scaled barbaric elephant looked up at the sky and let out a deafening roar. At this moment, the Zi Xia arrow was aimed at a target 500 zhang away.

  Plop!

  The purple arrow left the string, its sound like an elephant's roar. In an instant, Tuoba Feng's face changed color, and more than a dozen hundred-man commanders also moved at the same time. Shi Hu, the thousand-man commander, took a deep breath, and for the first time, a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.

  In the void, the purple arrow transformed into several residual shadows, traversing five hundred feet in an instant, and then disappeared into the center of the iron wood stake. Suddenly, the entire iron wood stake exploded, splintering into fragments that flew everywhere, covering a radius of three feet.

  Arrow Art Split Sound Boundary!

  At this moment, Ishihara's face was full of bitterness, he clenched his fists, loosened and then clenched again, clenched and then loosened again, repeating several times, his face turned bright red.

  The Bloodstone Clan's mountain wall fell into a brief silence, with nearly two thousand warriors, over a hundred squad leaders, more than ten centurions, and dozens of young men all remaining silent. After a few breaths, Shi Hu, the centurion, took a deep breath and said: "In our clan, from the rank of centurion downwards, as long as one's cultivation reaches the required level, they can be promoted. Xiao Yi, your cultivation has reached the level of squad leader today, so from now on, you will be a squad leader in our clan's army. Our clan's army has only had three military strategies since the 107th century BC, when Emperor Huangdi was alive."

  As he spoke, Shi Hu's gaze swept across the forty-six men, including Shi Lei, and he said in a measured tone: "Those who retreat without fighting will be killed! Those who surrender without fighting will be killed! Those who flee without fighting..."

  "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  Two thousand battle-hardened soldiers let out a thunderous roar, the rolling sound waves shattering the layered clouds. An invisible aura of malevolence spread out, and every person's eyes were filled with an endless killing intent.

  Satisfied, he nodded and immediately, Shi Hu Qianfu Zhang looked at Xiao Yi and said: "Currently, our tribe has 1,914 warriors, 195 Wu Chang. Among these 46 people, you can lead 10 people, temporarily under the command of Shi Qi Ren Bai Fu Zhang. Those who are willing to follow Xiao Wu Chang, take a step forward."

  Shi Hu's words fell, Shi Lei and Yun Shan exchanged a glance, taking a step forward at the same time. Many of the company commanders couldn't help but feel envious, as these two were among the best young talents in recent years. However, thinking of Xiao Yi again, they revealed a strange expression.

  Right after that, seven more young men stepped forward. Shi Lei and Yun Shan looked at Shi Qian, who was gritting his teeth, clenching his fists tightly. After a moment, he finally let out a cold hum, took a step forward, and said: "This life is yours, I'll return it to you."

  With a faint smile, Xiao Yi didn't say much more. Behind him, Shi Gong collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his turbid eyes filled with excitement as he muttered: "I know, it's possible, really possible."

  Shi Gong's face was hanging with a smile, Shi Hu Qian Fu walked up to him, his eyes revealing a complex color, and finally let out a long sigh, saying: "You succeeded."

  Did it succeed?

  ……

  The sunset fell, a corner of the Bloodstone tribe, in front of a white stone house that occupied dozens of square meters, Xiao Yi supported Shi Gong and walked in. The white stone house had two rooms, each with a soft tiger skin spread on the stone bed. In the center of the room, a large bowl of roasted tiger meat was placed on a green stone table, golden and oily, steaming hot, and fragrant. In front of the stone table, a stone basin burned fiercely with charcoal fire, and the entire white stone house was warm and cozy.

  The old man sat down on the tiger skin with difficulty, shook his head and said: "Shi Gong knows that he doesn't have much time left. Shi Gong has killed people of other ethnic groups in his life, died for his brothers, had women he liked, but just couldn't become a Wu Chang. However, now you can practice the Man Elephant Great Strength Technique, which is enough."

  "Shi Gong!" Xiao Yi suppressed his turbulent emotions and said in a low voice.

  He stretched out his hand, patted Xiao Yi's shoulder, and Shi Gong muttered: "Actually, that arrow was shot by me. I couldn't help it. You triggered the Heavenly Pulse Thunder Sound."

  "Shi Gong, I understand." Xiao Yi's voice was a little hoarse. Later, he thought carefully and also understood. At this moment, he vaguely knew what would happen next.

  Suddenly, the old man's eyes shone with renewed radiance. He grasped one of Xiao Yi's hands tightly, his dry arm like a withered branch, his hand devoid of blood color, resembling a chicken claw.

  "Shi Gong knows you have a past, Shi Gong doesn't ask anything of you. In the future, if your cultivation is successful, help Shi Gong kill a few more of the alien tribes, the hatred of the Hundred Realms' great families will never be extinguished. If there's still strength left, protect my Blood Stone tribe, and let our legacy continue unbroken."

  The old man's voice gradually sank, and after a few breaths, Xiao Yi slowly got up, supporting the old man onto the stone bed, wrapping him in layer upon layer of warm, soft tiger skin.

  He slung the tiger skin over his shoulder and walked out of the White Stone Hut. The stars were shining brightly, and the moonlight was like water. A gentle cold breeze blew across his face. In the tribe, there were warriors on patrol. They saw Xiao Yi's figure, first froze for a moment, then stood still, their eyes revealing a solemn expression.

  There are women weeping silently, elderly people in the family sighing, time is passing by, years are ruthless, in the blink of an eye, they have also grown old, peers one by one leaving, dusk falls, life has a beginning and an end, can't escape, can't avoid.

  The top of the mountain behind.

  The fierce flames are burning, the tiger skin is curled up, the green smoke is swirling, an hour later, the dust and smoke have dispersed, Xiao Yi picks up a jar of yellow earth and slowly descends the mountain.

  Life is cruel, and he ultimately couldn't turn things around. People have life and death, trees have cycles of growth and decay. What he accomplished, what he couldn't accomplish, all left their mark. The emperor needs everyone's vote to support him, until the early morning rush to the top of the charts, my human warrior stood shoulder to shoulder with his son.