Chapter 15: Guarding Hope

  "What? Huang Jie's top grade? Blood Tooth Boar King's battle soul, quickly, let me see it!" Inside the wooden building, Old Man was suddenly shocked by Jiang Cheng's words and stood up with an incredulous face.

  The next day after returning to the Ge Shan department, Ah Gong had time to sit down with Jiang Cheng for a long talk. This time, the Ge Shan department and the Hu Li tribe fought, three tribesmen died in battle, and many were injured.

  Many of the wounded needed Grandpa's personal care, and even now, Grandpa's face was etched with exhaustion.

  Grandpa was most concerned about Jiang Cheng's gains from this trip into the mountains. As soon as Jiang Cheng mentioned his spoils of war, he gave Grandpa a big fright.

  After personally verifying Jiang Cheng's Blood Tooth Pig King War Soul, Ah Gong's face was filled with joy that could no longer be concealed.

  "Good, good, good!" After saying three "good"s in a row, Grandpa hastily asked: "Quickly tell me, how did you defeat the Bloodtooth Boar King? Even I would have to pay a certain price to defeat that Bloodtooth Boar King."

  As for this process, Jiang Cheng naturally told the truth, but omitted the strange appearance of the Black Tower Pillar that helped him perfectly absorb the Blood Tooth Pig King's war spirit.

  Although Jiang Cheng believed that Grandfather would never harm him, he didn't know how to describe this matter either, it was simply too bizarre.

  After listening to Jiang Cheng's words, Grandfather stood up with his hands behind his back and walked to the window, praising: "Letting you stay in Gusu Manor is truly a waste of your talent. Once you have some ability to take care of yourself, you should go out and travel, your future will be boundless."

  Finally, Grandpa added a sentence: "The world outside the Beihun mountain range is absolutely beyond your imagination!"

  "Have you gone out, Grandpa?" Jiang Cheng asked.

  Upon hearing this, Ah Gong's expression suddenly turned nostalgic, with a hint of longing on his face: "In the past, I was fortunate enough to travel outside as the best soul warrior of the Geshan tribe. Unfortunately, due to changes in the tribe, I hastily returned to take over the position of Ling Gong... and that was thirty years ago..."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Gong let out a soft sigh, as if the memories of the past had left him with some lingering attachment and even more regret.

  "Jiang Cheng, you now possess the Huang Stage Upper Grade Battle Soul Blood Tooth Pig King. A Huang Stage Upper Grade Battle Soul is not only top-notch in my Ge Shan Department, but also in the entire Bai Hu Eight Departments. Remember, never be arrogant!"

  At this point, Ah Gong's face turned solemn: "Believe that after the battle with Hu Xiangshan, you already know that Bai Hun Department must kill you! It seems that two months later, the White Hun Eight Departments' martial arts conference will be a life-and-death struggle for you!"

  With your top-notch warrior spirit, it's no problem to advance your cultivation to the third level of Cheng En Realm within two months. However, you also know that the third and fourth levels of Cheng En Realm are a watershed.

  Within the Threefold Realm of Xing'en, warriors fought with strength and speed. However, once they reached the Fourth Realm of Xing'en, they could mobilize their spiritual energy to unleash powerful Battle Soul Techniques, even reversing the outcome of battle in an instant.

  So, Chen Enjing Fourth Heavy, within two months, you must open up the Spiritual Sea and raise your cultivation to Chen Enjing Fourth Heavy!

  Otherwise, two months later, even if you can admit defeat and save your life, what will be left to you will be a lifelong shame that cannot be washed away!

  The last sentence was especially emphasized by Ah Gong.

  "Grandfather, I understand!" Jiang Cheng nodded heavily, but a hint of worry flashed across his eyes.

  Fourfold gratitude realm opens up the spiritual sea, how can it be easy!

  Even with the help of Hei Taizhu, it's still difficult to cultivate to the third peak of Cheng Enjing, let alone open up the spiritual sea.

  Opening up the spiritual sea is like doing the work of a water mill.

  According to the clan's history, even the most talented soul warrior in Ge Shan's history took three months to open up the Spiritual Ocean. Currently, among the living soul warriors of the Ge Shan clan, the fastest one to open up the Spiritual Ocean also took more than half a year.

  Grandfather seemed to have noticed Jiang Cheng's concern and suddenly pulled out a leather bag, a pale blue porcelain bottle stuffed with red cloth.

  The moment he saw the porcelain bottle, Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up for an instant.

  This porcelain vase is the most exquisite thing Jiang Cheng has seen in Wushan Sect, aside from Qing'e's sword, in five years. Even the dishes used by his grandfather for meals are made of coarse ceramic.

  "There are five Tempering Body Pills inside, take one every night before practicing, and you'll have twice the effect with half the effort!" The old man handed the leather bag to Jiang Cheng.

  Jiang Cheng was suddenly startled, and his hand that was about to receive it abruptly withdrew: "Old Master, isn't this the Tempering Body Pill that Huashan's previous proposal of marriage boasted could only be exchanged for a cartload of grain?"

  Looking at Jiang Cheng's panicked appearance, Ah Gong glared at him and said: "What are you panicking about? This kind of thing that's not even worth mentioning on the streets can scare you like this? This thing is only useful below the fourth level of the Conferred God Realm, it's not that exaggerated."

  As they spoke, Old Man Jiang handed the porcelain bottle to Jiang Cheng: "You must take good care of this thing. This is a bead of Bi Hai Dan, which I also paid a certain price for from an old friend. When the time comes, it can greatly reduce the time it takes you to open your Spiritual Ocean."

  "Grandpa can only help you this much." With a light sigh, Grandpa gently placed the celadon vase into Jiang Cheng's hands, which felt as heavy as a mountain.

  Just by looking at this exquisite porcelain bottle, Jiang Cheng already knew that the things inside were much more valuable than the situation in Gusu. Moreover, since Grandfather said it came with a certain price, its value must be enormous.

  Although he caught the thing, Jiang Cheng did not dare to take it back. Compared to the current situation of the tribe, what Jiang Cheng was holding might be the lives of his people. "Grandfather, the tribe is in a difficult time, but for me, you spent so much..."

  "You're the tribe's hope for the future, it has to be!"

  "An old man's eyes suddenly became somewhat distant, 'A tribe without hope and future, even if the people can survive this winter, they will still be doomed to destruction and slavery.'"

  His words were filled with endless cruelty, yet full of a flavor that was both sorrowful and sympathetic.

  After Old Man Jiang accepted the two elixirs that almost cost the lives of the Na Zhi people, he pointed out a few problems with Jiang Cheng's cultivation and Jiang Cheng prepared to leave.

  Before Jiang Cheng left, he took out the Chi Xian knife and handed it to Grandfather with both hands. This kind of sacrificial knife was a heavy object, and Jiang Cheng did not dare to keep it by his side for long.

  "Hah, Song Yue this lass is too mischievous!" Taking over the Red String Sword, Old Man lightly plucked a note on the sword body, and a clear, sharp sound suddenly resonated throughout the entire wooden house.

  "But it's too lonely following me!" After playing with it for a bit, Old Man suddenly flipped the Red String Sword over and handed it back to Jiang Cheng: "Let it follow you instead."

  Although Jiang Cheng liked the red tasseled sword very much, he was extremely clear that this thing was not something he could hold onto, and he hastily declined: "How can this be, Ah Gong, this is our clan's sacrificial sword!"

  Grandfather's gaze condensed, staring at Jiang Cheng Dao: "The sacrificial knife... is precisely used to guard hope!"

  Jiang Cheng's expression was somewhat dazed. In the past, his grandfather had also been very good to him, but he had never done so before, almost entrusting all the treasures of the clan to him.

  Helpless, under Ah Gong's insistence, Jiang Cheng accepted the sacrificial knife - Chi Xian Knife and bid farewell to Ah Gong.

  As soon as he went out, Jiang Cheng was full of questions. He had originally wanted to solve a few doubts at his grandfather's place, but unexpectedly, his original doubts were not resolved, and instead, more problems arose.

  Especially that night, the mysterious grass-wood system warrior who saved Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng wanted to ask for some information from Grandpa to repay his kindness.

  But Ah Gong's answer to Jiang Cheng was just three words - I don't know!

  Grandfather also said that as far as he knew, among the eight departments of Bai Hun, there wasn't a single warrior with a rare Wood-type Battle Soul, and he warned him not to spread this information randomly.

  Since that special warrior saved him, he definitely won't have any ill intentions towards him, so just tell him not to worry about it.

  A misty figure left Ah Gong's wooden building, Jiang Cheng turned his body and headed towards another slightly shorter wooden building not far away, which was Song Lan's residence.

  Jiang Cheng returned to his clan almost two days ago and still hadn't seen Song Lan appear, which made Jiang Cheng a bit worried, so he prepared to go take a look at Song Lan.

  As soon as he stepped into the wooden building where Song Yue lived alone and pushed open the door, Jiang Cheng was stunned!

  Alright, in the name of protecting hope, protect the new book.