Chapter 20: Tribal Treasure

  When the last ray of sunset was about to disappear, a team of horses slowly appeared on the bank of the Hun River. Shi Tie, who was gazing out from the watchtower, suddenly let out a loud shout.

  "They're coming! The grain team is coming! The grain team is coming!" The voice was filled with joy.

  The sound of Shi Tie made the boys who had been waiting for a whole afternoon suddenly cheer up, and their eyes looking at Jiang Cheng sitting not far away were full of admiration.

  Upon hearing Jiang Cheng's voice, the clan leader Ge Qian smiled again, and the worry in his eyes slightly lightened.

  What the clan leader, Ge Xiong, was worried about, from the elderly to the 4 or 5 year old children in the Ge Shan tribe, everyone understood clearly, especially these young people who were in their growth spurt and had big appetites.

  Because the tribe has started rationing food, the supply quantity has been reduced by one-third.

  In the past, only when it was the coldest from early December to late January, with heavy snow blocking the mountains and all beasts disappearing, and the tribe's stored food was less than 15 days' worth, would they ration their food. But now, in mid-October, they have already started rationing their food ahead of time.

  But the actual situation is much more severe than what most people of the ethnic group have speculated.

  Jiang Cheng is now a Soul Warrior and also belongs to the privileged class in the clan. He knows the true situation of the tribe's stored grain.

  Three days!

  The Katsuragi troops currently have only three days' worth of provisions!

  Half a month ago, the small spirit of the White Swirl Department, Feng Qing, personally came to urge the addition of 50 carts of grain taxes. The entire Ge Shan Department's granary was emptied cleaner than a dog licking it, and only then was the additional grain tax barely met.

  The daily rations of the tribesmen were arranged by the tribal chief, Ge Xiong, who took turns sending hunters into the mountains to prepare and supply food. The three days' worth of stored grain was still limited by the tribe after the tribesmen had reduced their food intake for each day.

  A tribe without stored provisions will have a cruel winter.

  So Jiang Chengcai did not take advantage of such a good opportunity to get rid of Bai Xiao.

  Apart from being a white hawk with a special identity, Jiang Cheng didn't want to bring trouble to the tribe. What he wanted more was to get more grain for the tribe.

  Jiang Cheng also had a deep-seated fear of hunger.

  In the second year after Jiang Cheng arrived at Gusu Lan, the mountain closure snow came half a month early. In the last half of January, each person in the clan was limited to half a bowl of rice.

  At that time, Jiang Cheng was so hungry that his eyes were dizzy and his heart was burning. When he saw the soft soil clods, he almost wanted to eat a few mouthfuls, fortunately Jiang Cheng endured it.

  But several other ignorant boys who did not know the terror of eating dirt secretly drank a few bowls of thin mud to fill their hunger, and slowly died with bloated abdomens amidst miserable wails.

  That year, more than 30 elderly people in their fifties and sixties left the tribe with companions during the most difficult times, walked into the deep mountains, and never came back.

  Now stock up on more grain, and perhaps this winter our people's days will be a bit better, and the hunters in our tribe will have fewer casualties.

  Ten carts of grain can supply our clan for five days in a time of limited food.

  In Jiang Cheng's view, letting a few more of their clansmen live was much more meaningful than killing Bai Xian.

  That's why Jiang Cheng didn't kill Bai Xiao at that time, but instead used him in exchange for food.

  Protect...the tribe!

  Issuing a war book with blood and shame, but instead being tied to the pillar of shame again by his opponent, and finally having to exchange grain for people. This matter, placed in any of the Eight Trigrams, would have been a favor left by Jiang Ziya.

  So, even if it was the White Horde, the attitude of this matter was very low-key, and the grain carts were quickly handed over to the Geshan Department.

  However, when the soul warrior who came to rescue Xiaobai was about to arrive, a young man in white clothes, riding a galloping horse, blocked his way and arrived at the watchtower of the Ge Shan Department.

  "Who is Jiang Cheng?"

  The white-clad youth's clear voice carried a hint of loneliness, but his gaze was as sharp as an arrow.

  The white-clothed youth's gaze swept past, and all the other youths didn't dare to look straight at him. Finally, his fierce gaze collided with Jiang Cheng's.

  Two fearless gazes collided fiercely in mid-air, and the white-clothed youth's question had its answer.

  "Is that so? Do you know why that idiot Bai Xiao would rush to find you in Geshan Department for a duel, just after he had recovered from his injuries?"

  He paused for a moment, and the young man in white said, "You don't think he's trying to deceive you because your cultivation is lower, do you?"

  Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He dared to scold Bai Xian as a fool, and he was wearing high-quality white cotton clothes. The young man in front of him was obviously not an ordinary person.

  As for why Bai Xiao was so anxious, Jiang Cheng had never thought about it.

  Just as Jiang Cheng was about to shake his head, the white-clothed youth said to himself: "That's because Bai Xiao is a fool who knows very well that if he doesn't find you to wash away this shame now, after the martial arts conference is over, he will never have the chance to wash away this shame!"

  Jiang Cheng was stunned, just as he was about to ask what was going on, the white-clothed youth spoke again.

  "You really want to know why, huh?"

  At the moment when Jiang Cheng nodded, the white-clothed youth's eyes suddenly became extremely cold: "Because at the martial arts conference, you will definitely die!"

  "Is he just a fool like that?" Jiang Cheng pointed upwards with his hand, then clenched his fist and said: "My life... is mine to control, not heaven's!"

  "When the time comes, if Hu Xiangshan and Bai Gunao's gang of fools can't take your life, then I will personally come to reap it!"

  The moment his voice fell, the white-clothed youth's right fist suddenly clenched, and the air in his palm suddenly burst into a deafening sound like thunder.

  "Good-for-nothing, go home!" After finishing his demonstration, the white-clad youth raised his head to look at the White Hawk hung on the flagpole, and with a flick of his finger, two red lights suddenly flew out.

  A red light flashed, cutting off the rope that held Bai Xue, causing him to fall. At the same time, another red light burst open on a beast skin banner with the five blood-red characters "Jiang Cheng, War! War! War!"

  When the thunderous sound rang out, the blood-red beast skin banner and the watchtower of the Katsuragi clan were instantly shattered into fragments by a red spiritual light, with splinters flying everywhere.

  Watching this scene, Jiang Cheng's face was as usual, but his heart was shaken.

  Sixfold Blessings!

  Spiritual power leaves the body, that is a sign of the Sixth Stage of Spiritual Enlightenment!

  Almost at the same time as everyone's face changed, the white-clothed youth had already lightly caught the falling White Whirlwind with a swoop, and with a tap on the horse, the unique thunder-like breathing sound of the Thunderbolt Stallion rang out, and amidst the rumbling sound, the flying horse departed.

  In the midst of the rumbling thunder, a voice full of arrogance came from afar, "Remember, my name is Feng Zhan Yuan! If you have the chance to die at my hands, it should be your honor..."

  Feng Zhan Yuan!

  The first day of the 18-year-old Baihun Department's genius youth.

  Feng Zhan Yuan, who crippled Shi Da Wu in the martial arts tournament two years ago!

  "This guy is too arrogant! Jiang Cheng, if you get the chance, you must beat him hard and make him disabled, to avenge Da Hu!" Shi Tie said angrily.

  At the moment of Jiang Cheng's nod, his heart was a sheet of ice.

  This is the actual strength of a Soul Warrior who can defeat six layers of Cheng En Realm with just one strike.

  If he were to fight with Feng Zhan now, he would surely die.

  It is inevitable that after half a month, Jiang Cheng will have a battle with Feng Zewen!

  Pressure, Jiang felt pressure like a mountain when he was founded.

  Jiang Cheng, who was still feeling complacent about his rapid progress in cultivation over the past few days, suddenly felt the pressure of life and death.

  He must become stronger and more powerful in the shortest time!

  At this thought, Jiang Cheng's idea from a few days ago surged up again, irrepressible.

  At some point, the clan leader Ge Xiong had arrived at Ah Gong's wooden hut, where he was respectfully looking at Ah Gong.

  "Ah Gong, I think Jiang Cheng is a good kid. Not only can he consider the tribe's interests everywhere, but he also has bravery and strategy! Unfortunately, it's just that his time to cultivate the war soul was a bit short." Tribal leader Ge Xiong said.

  "Yes, what's lacking most is time..."

  "Grandfather, how about it?"

  "A Xiong, I understand what you mean. These days, we must intensify our food preparations, this is the most important task for our tribe at present. From my observations, this year's weather seems to be somewhat abnormal." Ah Gong directly interrupted Tribe Leader Ge Xiong's words and anxiously instructed.

  "Alright, Grandfather!" replied Ge Xiong, seeing that the old man had closed his eyes and didn't seem to want to say anything else, he silently backed out. In a tribe, the authority of the spiritual leader was almost unparalleled.

  After Ge Xiong left for a long time, Ah Gong's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, shining brightly.

  "It seems that our family's treasured heirloom has found a new successor..."

  Today's second update is late, forgive me brothers.

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