463: You're... pretty open-minded, huh?

“It really seems to be the case.”

Wu Man had no reverence for their earth witch god. He truly felt that Chen Heng was much stronger than the earth witch god.

“But it won’t be easy to replace the earth witch god’s position.”

“First, you have to drive the earth witch god away before you can take its place.”

“That’s simple.” Chen Heng twisted his neck, ready to go deal with that earth witch god.

“Wait!” Wu Man quickly grabbed Chen Heng. He still had more to say.

“Chen Heng, I know you can defeat the earth witch god, but everyone in the tribe believes in the earth witch god. As long as it’s within the tribe, it’s invincible.”

“We must find a way to lure it out of the tribe, otherwise…”

“No need for such trouble.” Chen Heng waved his hand. He had already beaten to death countless guys who claimed to be immortal or invincible.

Anyone who claimed such things in public, nine out of ten were fakes.

The remaining one was himself.

“But… let’s talk to the Clan Chief about this first.”

Wu Man felt that such a matter should be discussed beforehand, otherwise, it wouldn’t be good.

“That works too.” Chen Heng nodded, agreeing to Wu Man’s request.

Even that Blood Spear Witch God could increase his progress significantly, so the earth witch god of the massive Di Man Tribe would surely yield even more.

This ancestor shaman totem progress would not carry over to the next ancestor shaman totem.

In that case, if that earth witch god happened to drop a lot of progress, wouldn’t it be wasted? Thinking of this, Chen Heng decided to max out this last bit of progress first.

“This matter isn’t urgent for now. First, tell me, where are there Black Witch Gods around here?”

Chen Heng now found Black Witch Gods incredibly endearing. They were small, easily crushed, and dropped a good amount of progress.

They were practically friends of humanity!

“Black Witch God?” Wu Man was stunned for a moment. He didn’t know why Chen Heng suddenly asked this question.

“There are some, and they’re all gathered together…”

“Just say what you mean, why be so hesitant?” Chen Heng saw that Wu Man seemed to have something difficult to say and patted him on the shoulder.

“Well, actually, besides the Tian Man Tribe and the Di Man Tribe, there’s also a Black Mist Tribe to the south.”

“The Black Mist Tribe doesn’t have a Witch God protecting them. Each of them has a Black Witch God that guards them.”

“There’s such a good place!?” Chen Heng immediately became interested.

“You listen to me first!” Wu Man was afraid Chen Heng would get excited and just go kill them.

“The people of the Black Mist Tribe are all good people. They never harm others.”

“They have a secret technique that can attract Black Witch Gods. We can just ask them for help.”

“Oh… what a pity.” Chen Heng sighed with some disappointment. He had originally thought he could harvest a large wave of Black Witch Gods.

“…” Wu Man could now understand how Bai Jun and the others felt.

His killing intent was too strong!

“There aren’t many people in the Black Mist Tribe itself, less than twenty in total, and that’s including the few children.”

Wu Man sighed. He had almost brought unwarranted disaster upon the Black Mist Tribe.

“But there’s one thing: the people of the Black Mist Tribe all have somewhat eccentric temperaments. Getting them to help probably won’t be too easy.”

“But don’t worry, I know people from the Black Mist Tribe. I’ll lead you there when the time comes…”

Before Wu Man could finish his sentence, footsteps came from the jungle behind him.

The two turned around, only to see a agile figure descend from the sky, wrapping around Chen Heng like an octopus.

“You must be Little Wu Man’s friend, right? I am Wu Huan, Wu Man’s older sister.”

“You’re so strong! Can you give me a child?”

“I can give you five hundred catties of dried meat and ten livestock!”

“?” Chen Heng looked at Wu Huan, who was wrapped around him, with a face full of question marks.

Wu Huan hugged Chen Heng tightly, her large chest completely enveloping Chen Heng’s arm.

“Is this your sister?” Chen Heng turned to look at Wu Man.

“Sister, stop messing around. Chen Heng is my friend!”

Wu Man grabbed Wu Huan’s legs, trying to pull her off Chen Heng.

“Little Wu Man, don’t stop me! The descendants of such a powerful man will definitely be very powerful too!”

Wu Huan held onto Chen Heng tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much Wu Man pulled her.

“Let go.” Chen Heng grabbed Wu Huan’s head and pulled her off himself.

“Are you Di Man Tribe… this open-minded?”

“No, but if I meet such a powerful man and don’t leave something behind, I won’t feel right.”

Wu Huan shook her head, but her head didn’t move; her body swayed.

“Sister, did Father send you?” Wu Man thought for a moment and roughly guessed what was happening.

Normally, if an Honored Guest or friend came to the Di Man Tribe, they would usually prepare a grand feast to entertain them.

He guessed that the tribe had finished preparations and now sent Wu Huan to call them.

“Yes, yes, yes, I forgot about that! Father told me to call you two to the feast.”

“This feast is even bigger than when we entertained the Tian Man Tribe. There’s so much good food.”

“Is your sister’s brain not working quite right?” Chen Heng looked at Wu Huan for a couple of seconds, then turned and asked in the Yang Aspect language.

“A little. Maybe her brain got damaged when she was engraving her totem.”

Wu Man nodded in agreement.

His sister hadn’t been very smart since birth, and she became even less so after engraving her totem.

“Never mind, I won’t bother with her.” Chen Heng shook his head and released Wu Huan’s head.

“Let’s go, eat first, and after dinner, we’ll discuss going to the Black Mist Tribe.”

“Okay.” Wu Man nodded and followed Chen Heng towards the Di Man Tribe.

“Hey! You two wait for me! We haven’t finished talking about the child yet!”

Wu Huan rubbed her aching scalp, got up, and quickly chased after Chen Heng… When Chen Heng and Wu Man arrived at the feast venue, everyone’s eyes gathered on the two of them.

With a buzz, a large group of young women from the Di Man Tribe surrounded them, chattering about something.

Although he couldn’t hear clearly, Chen Heng still understood what they meant.

“Everyone back!” The Tribal Chief Di Man roared, and the young women were so startled they almost flew up, obediently returning to their seats.

“You guys… have quite the fierce folk customs, huh.” Chen Heng glanced at Wu Man, who was so embarrassed he wanted to burrow into the ground, and chuckled.

“Welcome, Wu Man’s friend, our Honored Guest.”

Seeing Chen Heng sit down, the Tribal Chief Di Man immediately walked over, holding a bowl of liquid emitting a strange aroma.

“Come, have a taste. This is a specialty of our Di Man Tribe, Witch God Wine!”