119: Chapter 119 Tribal Development

Yan Wuyang giggled, her playfulness dancing like a flame in the night breeze, "Hung up."

The communication spirit stone returned to silence, leaving only a faint trace of crimson spiritual light on its surface, resembling a firefly glowing in the night breeze.

A subtle trace of helplessness flashed through Shen Xun'er's moist almond-shaped eyes, like the faint ripples of moonlight on the Lingxi River—fleeting, yet lingering in the quiet waves.

She looked down at the communication spirit stone in her hand, her fingertips grazing its surface as gently as moonlight.

"Interesting," she whispered, seemingly to herself. Moonlight swirled in her moist almond-shaped eyes, as if a ray of moonlight reflected off the Lingxi River had finally merged into the golden glow of the morning sun.

Wang Sheng watched her. There was no jealousy in the Moonlight Priestess's moist almond-shaped eyes, just as moonlight never envies the morning sun.

There was only the dignity of the primary wife and her gentle magnanimity, like the softest layer of light when moonlight covers all things, having found the man most worthy of its illumination.

Yet, the way her fingertips grazed the surface of the communication spirit stone was like the faintest ripple of moonlight on the Lingxi River, planting a gentle seed in Wang Sheng's heart that quietly took root within the golden holy light.

He reached out and took her hand.

Golden spiritual power and silvery-white moonlight converged between their palms, like the quietest of rivers meeting, as if the sun had found its gentlest home within the moonlight.

Shen Xun'er was slightly startled, then leaned quietly against his shoulder, as if moonlight had fallen into the starry sky.

Moonlight swirled in her moist almond-shaped eyes, brimming with affection.

Her clothes fell off automatically, revealing her milky-white breasts.

Xuner's soft gasps gradually echoed...

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The setting sun was like blood.

After the great battle, Xuner was limp and boneless. Wang Sheng let Xuner rest while he went out to patrol.

Wang Sheng stood on the wall of the Bright Tribe. Golden spiritual power surged through his body like a golden river, flowing unobstructed from the source to the estuary, just like the widest river on the Savage Continent.

Below the wall, the Holy Light Cavalry were training under the leadership of Murong Xue.

Silver light flowed across the Bright Tribe's training grounds like stars, as if the brilliant galaxy of the Savage Continent had poured into the land of the Bright Tribe.

In the barracks, the female members of the combat squad were training intensely. The sounds of spiritual arrows and Frost Spell target practice rose one after another, like impassioned war drums beating across the land of the Bright Tribe.

By the Lingxi River, Su Mengyao was accelerating the growth of a new batch of spirit fields. The emerald-green Power of Nature surged along both banks of the Lingxi River like a tide.

It was as if the eternal spring of the Savage Continent had taken root in the land of the Bright Tribe.

Xiao Yuqing was patrolling the defensive wall. Her agile figure was like a sentry on the wall, resembling a silver arrow ready to be shot at any invading enemy at any moment.

Zhao Linger walked up to his side. Her large, round eyes were like two pieces of amber in the sunset, shining like the brightest stars in the golden light.

She leaned over the crenellations of the wall, looking like a kitten lying on a windowsill watching the sunset.

Her Savage Beast silk short shirt looked like a pale green willow leaf in the sunset, glowing with warm hues in the golden light.

Her petite body leaned against the crenellations, casting a gentle shadow in the sunset like a soft willow branch.

"Wang Sheng, when do you plan to go on the Ancient Battlefield Ruins mission pushed by the system?"

Wang Sheng looked into the distance, toward the Savage Beast Forest. The setting sun dyed the treetops gold, just like the golden forest from the oldest legends of the Savage Continent.

Surging spiritual power flowed through Wang Sheng's body like a golden river.

The Holy Light Cavalry had been formed, and the Bright Tribe had been established.

The walls, barracks, and cultivation towers were like armor, forging the Bright Tribe into a solid fortress on the Savage Continent.

But the Shadow Clan had listed the Bright Tribe as a "Level 1 Threat."

Zhao Mang's ambition was like a Savage Beast lurking in the depths of the Savage Beast Forest, ready to bare its sharpest fangs at any moment.

And the hidden mission of the Ancient Battlefield Ruins was like an ancient riddle of the Savage Continent, waiting for him to unravel it in the depths of the Savage Beast Forest.

"Wait until the tribe is stable," his voice was firm and steady.

The spiritual power of a Barbarian General Rank 1 flowed through his words, steady and powerful like a golden river. "I will lead the team personally."

He turned around, looking at the increasingly prosperous Bright Tribe within the walls.

The Lingxi River was like a golden ribbon in the sunset, encircling the Bright Tribe like a gemstone.

The walls were like silver armor, protecting the entire Bright Tribe within.

The silver light of the Holy Light Cavalry flowed like stars across the Bright Tribe's training grounds.

The emerald green of the spirit fields and Spirit Garden was like spring, with vibrant life taking the deepest roots in the land of the Bright Tribe.

His five wives: Shen Xun'er was watching him quietly from the second-floor window of the Chiefs Tent like moonlight.

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun was within the Ice Array; the Frost Mage was coldly and elegantly maintaining the frost circuits of the walls.

Su Mengyao was in the Spirit Garden, gently accelerating the growth of a new batch of spirit herbs like a Nature Druid, emitting a gentle fragrance in the emerald ocean like a goddess of flowers.

Zhao Linger was leaning against the wall beside him, quietly using her Spirit Sound Affinity to listen for the faintest movements in the depths of the Savage Beast Forest, like a Spirit Sound Master.

It was as if the intelligence core was guarding the most secret borders of the Bright Tribe in a quiet frequency.

Murong Xue was on the training grounds; the Holy Light Knight was leading the Holy Light Cavalry in training, forging the sharpest spear of the Bright Tribe like a silver god of war in the sunset.

"But before that," he turned, looking at the increasingly prosperous Bright Tribe within the walls.

It was like looking at the brightest lighthouse on the Savage Continent. "I must ensure this place is as solid as a fortress."

The flag of the Bright Tribe fluttered in the sunset on the walls, reflecting the most golden light like a huge gemstone.

The golden light was like an eternal sun, serving as a sacred promise on the walls of the Bright Tribe.

The spiritual power of a Barbarian General Rank 1 surged within him like a golden river, as tumultuous as the widest river on the Savage Continent.

The Beast Tide had receded, and Chief Shi Ba had fled.

The Shadow Clan had listed them as a Level 1 Threat.

And a greater storm was slowly brewing in the shadows of the Savage Continent.

And the hidden mission of the Ancient Battlefield Ruins was like the oldest riddle of the Savage Continent, waiting for him to unravel it in the depths of the Savage Beast Forest.

Zhao Mang's ambition was like a Savage Beast lurking in the depths of darkness, ready to bare its sharpest fangs at any moment.

Ying Wuyue's order for full containment was like the coldest wind of the Shadow Clan, slowly blowing through the shadows of the Savage Continent.

But at this moment, the flag of the Bright Tribe fluttered in the sunset.

The golden light was like an eternal sun.