131: Chapter 132 Next Stop, Xuan Turtle Tribe!

The smell of blood from the battlefield mixed with the scent of earth, permeating the cold wind of the wilderness.

The remnants of the Snake-Person Tribe dragged their wounded away in a panic, eventually disappearing over the horizon.

Hundreds of Snake-Person warriors, now prisoners of war, were guarded by ten Puppets, each looking as if they had lost their souls, waiting for an unknown fate.

Jiang Feng weighed the chilian staff in his hand. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, possessing a rather peculiar energy, but to him, it was not as useful as a handy weapon.

He gestured toward the group of prisoners to the only three remaining Black Cloud Guards.

"Handle them according to the tribe's rules."

"Yes, King!"

The eyes of the Black Cloud Guards were filled with the fire of having survived a disaster and the pleasure of revenge. They immediately took people to carry out the order, preparing to feed these prisoners the tribe's unique medicine so that they would be loyal to the Chilian Tribe in the future.

One internal conflict and one external battle had left the Chilian Tribe almost razed to the ground.

Counting the severely injured Shangguan sisters, there were actually fewer than twelve real members of the Chilian Tribe left.

The air was full of sorrow.

Just then, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei dragged her severed arm and walked silently toward a relatively intact stone house deep in the tribe.

Before long, she led a group of children out of the cellar.

There were forty or fifty children, the oldest being only ten years old and the youngest still in swaddling clothes. They looked at the scene of carnage before them with fear, their little faces pale, not even daring to cry.

"Sister, the embers of the Chilian Tribe are still here."

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei looked at Shangguan Wuqing, her face showing no intention of seeking credit, her voice hoarse and calm.

This was the Bloodline she had quietly hidden before launching the internal conflict. Originally, it was her trump card to control the tribe, but now it had become the only hope.

Jiang Feng glanced at her.

This woman was ruthless in her schemes and methods, but when it came to preserving the embers, she was indeed more thoughtful than her stubborn sister.

With these children, the Chilian Tribe would not be considered extinct.

In the following days, the tribe began to rebuild.

The survivors buried their deceased clansmen and erected tombstones.

Shangguan Wuqing, dragging her crippled limbs, with the help of others, personally erected the tallest grave for her mother, Old Chieftain Shangguan Xuanyi, right next to Xiao Mei's grave.

Jiang Feng had no interest in these matters.

His thoughts were now entirely on the incomplete painting that had unfolded in his mind when he passed the seventh level of the Holy Tower.

It was a corner of a map.

He found Shangguan Wuqing, who was comforting the children.

"Does every tribe in Yunmeng Marsh have a Holy Tower?"

"Yes." Shangguan Wuqing nodded, her voice still very weak. "A thousand years ago, a supreme powerhouse unified Yunmeng Marsh and built a Holy Tower for each of the eight major tribes as the Foundation of their Legacy. It's just..."

She smiled bitterly: "The Puppets guarding the towers are too strong. For a thousand years, no one has ever been able to reach the top of the tower."

Jiang Feng understood.

Eight major tribes, eight Holy Towers, eight partial maps.

If these partial maps were pieced together, they would most likely point to the legendary Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Technique.

If he could obtain this Body Refining Cultivation Technique, he could leave this godforsaken place, return to the Jiang Family, and continue his great undertaking of having many children and many blessings.

Thinking of his beautiful wives and concubines at home, and those children who had already been born, the corners of Jiang Feng's mouth curled up involuntarily.

It was time to set off.

He walked to Shangguan Wuqing's side and handed over a prepared animal skin scroll.

"This is...?"

Shangguan Wuqing took it suspiciously, opened it, and her body shook violently.

The Body Refining Cultivation Technique recorded on it was profound and abstruse, more than a hundred times stronger than the Thunder Forging Body Technique she cultivated!

It was precisely the first three levels of the Small Golden Body Art.

"This thing does not belong to Yunmeng Marsh. How much you can achieve depends on yourself." Jiang Feng's tone was flat. "However, it should be enough to kill that female Snake King in half a year."

Shangguan Wuqing gripped the animal skin scroll tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She knew this was the last thing this man could do for her.

She raised her head, looked at Jiang Feng's expressionless face, and asked softly: "Are you... leaving?"

"Yes."

Jiang Feng nodded, counting as a farewell.

He turned and walked to the other side, toward Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, who was directing the prisoners and clansmen to clear the ruins.

At this moment, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei truly had a bit of a queen's aura.

Jiang Feng reached out and beckoned. The chilian staff stuck in the ground hummed and automatically flew into his hand.

Seeing him approach, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei immediately stopped what she was doing and bowed her head respectfully.

"King."

"Very good, finally not treating me as your boy toy?" Jiang Feng said with a half-smile.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei buried her head lower, her cheeks burning, not daring to meet his eyes at all.

"Don't call me King, I'm not interested."

Jiang Feng casually threw the chilian staff, which symbolized supreme power, into Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's arms.

"This thing belongs to you from now on. The Chilian Tribe is also handed over to you."

Holding the staff that she had once been willing to pay any price for, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei only felt that it had never been so scorching, and never so ironic.

"This... this won't do! You are the King who passed the seven levels of the Holy Tower..."

"I am going to find my way home." Jiang Feng interrupted her. "You are better at managing the tribe than your sister. From now on, you are in charge here."

He pointed again to the ten menacing Puppets not far away.

"These guys will stay too. With them here, no one will dare to come and cause trouble for the Chilian Tribe for a short time."

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei was completely stunned.

The things she had gambled everything for, killed her mother for, and almost destroyed her tribe to obtain, this man had just tossed to her so nonchalantly.

Jiang Feng had no time to ponder her thoughts and spoke directly: "Give me a map of Yunmeng Marsh, the most complete one."

"Yes!"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei snapped back to reality, quickly found an animal skin map from the stone house, and respectfully handed it over.

Jiang Feng unfolded the map, his fingers slowly tracing over it, and finally landed on the northeast corner, the area marked with the Black Turtle totem.

Black Turtle Tribe.

The subsequent cultivation of the Small Golden Body Art required the essence blood of something called the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle as a primer; perhaps he could find clues there.

He raised his head, meeting the complex gazes cast by the sisters.

"The things I need might be there, so I have to make a trip."

As his voice fell, he put away the map, his figure flickered, and he was already ten zhang away.

A voice came from afar.

"Your King has left, live well."

All the surviving members of the Chilian Tribe watched that rapidly receding figure and all knelt down.

"Farewell, King!"

Shangguan Wuqing stared blankly in the direction where Jiang Feng had disappeared, not speaking for a long time.

"Sister."

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei walked to her side, looked at her lost appearance, and spoke softly.

"I'll take care of the tribe."

She paused and added: "If you want to go with him, he will agree."

At this moment, she had turned back into that little girl who only knew how to follow behind her sister.

Shangguan Wuqing's body trembled slightly, and she slowly withdrew her gaze.

In her mind, she recalled the seriousness of the man when he erected the grave for Xiao Mei, his domineering attitude when he scolded her severely, and even more so, his magnificent figure when he descended from the sky and stood in front of her.

She did not know when it started, but that figure had already been engraved in her heart.

She looked down at the Small Golden Body Art in her arms, then looked at her mother's tall grave in the distance, then shook her head, her eyes becoming firm again.

"I still have things I haven't done."

"When I cut off the Snake King's head and pay tribute to my mother's spirit in heaven, I will go and follow in his footsteps."