Chapter 4: The Fierce Awakening of the Apocalypse Soul

  "Bastard, if you reduce the annual tribute by one-tenth, I can send a tribesman to be your slave! Next time when the White Bone Tribe reduces its annual tribute by half, will you be able to send me your own head?"

  "If they were to exempt all of their annual tribute, would you be able to send out the entire clan?"

  The clan leader's rebuke was like a thunderclap, causing Du Jing's face to turn deathly pale in an instant.

  Watching the clan leader Ge Xiong punching and kicking Du Jing, in an instant he turned into a pig head, and the young men couldn't help but take a cold breath.

  However, at this time, under the shelter of the ancestral spirit's totemic light, Jiang Cheng was in an exceptionally good state.

  Although the clan leader Ge Xiong fought fiercely, he only hurt their skin and flesh without harming their bones.

  It's not that the tribal chief Ge Xiong is being partial or overly excited, but rather he's disappointed and frustrated, after all, there are only a few soul warriors in the Ge Mountain tribe.

  "You damn idiot..."

  "Alright, Ah Xiong, Du Jing's starting point is good and also for the sake of the tribe, but he has forgotten the original intention of the ancestral totem bestowing the war soul, the significance of the existence of the ancestral totem!" The white-haired and bearded A Gong timely stopped the violent act of the tribal leader Ge Xiong.

  "Du Jing, do you still remember all of this?" The white-haired old man's tone changed, and he asked Du Jing, who was crouched on the ground.

  Du Jing slowly raised his head when asked by Grandpa, and on his bruised face, there was a look of confusion.

  "Protecting is protecting!"

  "Protecting the tribe, protecting loved ones, protecting kin, protecting the weak, protecting honor, protecting everything..."

  "But Grandfather, I am indeed thinking for the sake of our tribe, protecting our tribe."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Gong let out a long sigh: "Without our people, where is the tribe... Du Jing, think carefully about it!"

  Du Jing's lips moved slightly, and she froze there.

  "A Cheng, this time you've turned misfortune into good fortune, stirring up the ancestral spirits' protection and divine power. However, it's also your unwavering and fearless heart of protection that has earned you this blessing."

  Your kind of Apocalypse Warrior's awakening, the powerful ancestral totemic protection that you've stirred up, is something even I, a Spirit Lord, can't accomplish. It won't last for long, though.

  Go quickly to the base of the Ancestral Totem Pillar and bathe in the protective power of the Ancestral Totem, let the protective power of the Ancestral Totem replace you to shave your hair and wash your marrow, temper your physical body, and heal your hidden wounds.

  Jiang Cheng hastily nodded his head, he hadn't expected that the ancestral spirit's protective power could have such an effect.

  He occasionally heard the adults of the Ge Shan tribe chatting, if Ling Gong activated the ancestral spirit map to protect the spiritual power, within a certain range, the combat effectiveness of the tribesmen would be improved to a certain extent.

  It was only because of the protection of this ancestral spirit totem's spiritual power that he, a newcomer who had just obtained his battle soul, could defeat Bai Xiang, a three-stage Chong En realm cultivator, with one punch.

  But to say that, the kind of force that suppresses everything is too strong, too tempting, and it makes Jiang Cheng feel an extreme longing for great power from the bottom of his heart.

  It's strange to say that as Jiang Cheng stepped back onto the altar, sitting cross-legged under the ancestral spirit column of the Ge Mountain tribe, the protective spiritual energy emitted by the ancestral spirit column suddenly contracted and gathered together, converging on Jiang Cheng's body.

  At this moment, Jiang Cheng felt warm all over his body, with an indescribable comfort.

  His limbs and bones seemed to have a warm current flowing through them, constantly flushing his muscles and bones. Jiang Cheng appeared to be able to feel his own veins bulging under the flush of that warm current, slowly becoming stronger.

  Moments of enjoyment are always short-lived.

  Jiang Cheng was awakened by a pungent smell that rushed straight up his nostrils.

  When he opened his eyes, the ancestral spirit column that had just emitted a faint gray protective light had returned to its usual appearance, still standing proudly in this world, with a different kind of elegance and desolation.

  "Brother Jiang Cheng, you stink to death! Go take a bath quickly!" Song Yue appeared on one side of the altar, covering her nose and mouth with her hand, slightly furrowing her delicate eyebrows as she tossed over a set of clean clothes. However, her eyes couldn't hide the laughter.

  Jiang Cheng lowered his head to take a look, and unexpectedly found that a layer of dark, shiny oil stains had surged out from all over his body. He couldn't help but laugh secretly at the fact that the legendary "washing one's hair with animal fat" was actually happening to him, and suddenly stood up.

  The moment Jiang Cheng stood up, his entire body's joints crackled and popped loudly, like the sound of a dense thunderclap.

  Just now throwing clothes to Jiang Cheng, Song Lan's slender hand suddenly stumbled, and a hint of unusual color flashed in his eyes.

  Until then, Du Jing, who was still standing not far from the ancestral spirit altar in contemplation, was also suddenly awakened from his meditation by this series of bone-explosive sounds that were like thunder.

  "Exploding bones like thunder, tempered body double?" Du Jing blurted out uncontrollably as he woke up with a start.

  This is called the "Tempering Realm", but sometimes young people directly refer to it as the "Refining Body Realm". However, in formal settings or when spoken by older generations, one must say "Tempering Realm", otherwise, it would be considered disrespect towards the ancestors.

  Finally, Du Jing's eyes suddenly rose with a sense of loss: "Is this the terrifying place where the awakened Tian Qi Zhan Shen is?"

  I've been cultivating for over two months and I'm still one line away from breaking through to the second layer of Tempering Body, but that Heaven's Chosen War Soul awakened and broke through to the second layer of Tempering Body after only basking in the ancestral spirit totem pillar's protective spiritual might for half an hour and sitting in meditation for a few hours!

  In an instant, Du Jing's eyes were filled with a desolate color.

  Within a short half day, Jiang Cheng actually crushed all his pride except for his father's.

  He thought that even if Jiang Cheng was a Tian Qi war soul awakener, he had been cultivating bitterly for two months, and this advantage, under his bitter cultivation, was not something that Jiang Cheng could catch up to.

  But just this half day...

  At this time, Jiang Cheng was still a bit dazed, staring blankly at his own hands: "Has he broken through to the second level of Cheng En Realm so quickly?"

  At this time, Jiang Cheng was in his dream.

  Du Jing's bitter cultivation for the past two months was something Jiang Cheng had witnessed with his own eyes, yet he still hadn't broken through to the second level of the Cheng En Realm. This made Jiang Cheng have a few more expectations for this so-called Heavenly Awakening War Soul.

  By comparing with the ancestral spirit totem pole, Jiang Cheng suddenly discovered that he had grown taller by a fist, and according to his statement on Earth, his height had already exceeded 1.75 meters, an absolute handsome guy.

  In Song Yue's sparkling eyes, Jiang Cheng suddenly took a deep breath, and with a sudden burst of force under his feet, he sprinted towards the nearby Hun River, the whistling wind sound suddenly rising.

  The scenery on both sides quickly retreated, at an unprecedented speed, causing Jiang Cheng to involuntarily let out a loud whoop, the kind of refreshing feeling that came with gaining immense power, was fully revealed in this moment.

  "Thirty breaths."

  A big fish suddenly jumped out of the muddy river and spat out this word that was hard for outsiders to understand.

  For five years, Jiang Cheng had lost count of how many times he had bathed in the Hun River as he passed through this tribe. He didn't know how long the river was, but the distance from the altar to the river was clearer than ever.

  About five hundred steps.

  Before, it took Jiang Cheng sixty breaths to reach here at his fastest speed. Now, however, he only needs thirty breaths.

  Powerful, really very powerful.

  Jiang Cheng's eyes welled up with a yearning gaze, he was unclear, and even more eager to know, after becoming the soul warrior of this world, how strong would he become in the future?

  "Brother Jiang Cheng, hurry up! The tribe is holding a bonfire celebration tonight and we're waiting for you!" Song Yue said breathlessly as she ran to catch up with him. When she saw Jiang Cheng's bare upper body, her face turned red and she covered her eyes, but her fingers left a small gap through which she peeked.

  Jiang Shui's mouth corners twitched slightly as he knew this tradition.

  In the tribe, every soul warrior is an extremely precious force. Any tribe, with one more soul warrior who has obtained the war soul, must demonstrate and celebrate to the people of the tribe.

  After washing away the dirt from his body, Jiang Cheng changed into the clothes brought by Song Lan and was urged by him to head towards the tribal camp on the other side.

  Hei Lian Shi Tie suddenly darted out from behind a large tree, tightly grabbing Jiang Cheng Dao: "Cheng Ge, quickly tell me, what is your battle soul? What rank is your battle soul?"

  "Shi Tie, what's the hurry? Jiang Cheng just awakened his martial soul and hasn't even been instructed by Grandmaster yet. He probably doesn't even know what his own martial soul is."

  Here is the translation:

  "Speaking of which, Song Yue suddenly smiled sweetly and said: "Brother Jiang Cheng is an Awakened War Soul of Tian Qi, I guess his war soul must be very powerful."

  "That's for sure!" Shi Tie gave Jiang a thumbs up, then chuckled: "But I still want to know what it is. Do you think Brother Cheng's war soul will be a flying beast?"

  "If it's a Flying Beast Soul, then its grade should be at least Upper Yellow Grade, right?"

  A flicker of doubt flashed across Jiang Cheng's eyes, and in fact, at the moment when he awakened his war soul, he vaguely saw the appearance of his war soul, but was not very sure.

  All these specifics will be known after Grandfather has given his guidance.

  Each tribe's Ling Gong is the guide of the soul warriors of each tribe.

  "Alright, let's hurry up! Look, the flames over there are rising already. If we're any slower, I'll get scolded by Grandpa again." Song Yue urged impatiently, pointing at the distant red glow.

  When the bonfire of the Ge Shan department rose, the tribal camp began to become lively. At this time, hundreds of miles away, in the city of Bai Hun Department of Er Zhu Department, the spirit of Bai Xue Department, Zong Chang, was due to a message brought by Bai Xue, and his expression became extremely solemn, and the atmosphere also became somewhat tense.

  In no time, a figure flashed out from the white mist!