83: Chapter 83 Spiritual Sound Resonance

The next morning, in the main hall of the Chiefs Tent, Wang Sheng gathered his core members.

The morning sun rose from the direction of the Lingxi River, golden-red morning light piercing through the windows of the Chiefs Tent, casting strips of golden light onto the Savage Beast fur carpet in the main hall.

The spirit stone lamps had been extinguished, replaced by the most natural light of the wilderness.

The core members gathered.

Shen Xun'er stood at Wang Sheng's right hand, her moon-white ceremonial robes appearing as if edged with gold thread by the gods of the wilderness in the morning light, her long black hair cascading like a waterfall, her moist apricot eyes steady and clear.

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun stood beside Shen Xun'er. The Frost Mage's silver-white long hair looked as if it had been plated with a warm layer of gold dust by the wilderness gods in the morning light, her ice-blue pupils cold as usual, though with a hint of imperceptible softness within that coldness.

Su Mengyao stood beside Frost Mage Lin Shiyun. The Nature Druid's emerald green long hair was like a verdant flag in the morning light, her emerald eyes as gentle as a spring lake.

Zhao Linger stood at Wang Sheng's left hand. She had changed into a white spirit vine short shirt, and the bandage on her right arm had not yet been removed.

However, her spirit was much better. Her large, round eyes were like the two brightest ambers in the morning light.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, carrying a composure akin to a Spirit Sound Master having found the most stable note.

Murong Xue, Liu Ruyan, Hua Jieyu, White Deer, Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan, and Rainstorm Archer Xiao Yuqing, the core members took their seats in order.

Wang Sheng stood in the center of the main hall.

His voice was like a golden bell toll, penetrating every corner of the Chiefs Tent main hall.

"Savage Beast Forest outer perimeter cleanup mission, complete."

"Ding!"

The system panel expanded in front of everyone.

【Conquer Savage Beast Forest · Outer Perimeter Mission Complete】

Savage Beasts killed: 87 (including Barbarian Warrior Tier 5 × 1).

Resources obtained:

· Ink-scaled Python skin × 1 (can be used to craft high-grade defensive gear)

· Savage Beast Pill · Ink-scaled Python Pill × 1 (rare material for alchemy)

· Mid-grade Savage Beast Core × 1

· Low-grade Savage Beast Core × 86

· Dark Iron Ore × 20

· Various spirit herbs

· Large quantity of Savage Beast skin and bones

Tribe Contribution Points: +700 (including 500 from mission rewards).

Unlock building condition: Weapon Refinement Workshop (requires blueprint, can be purchased from the system store).

A low gasp of amazement sounded in the main hall. 87 Savage Beasts, including a Barbarian Warrior Tier 5 Ink-scaled Python—this was an unprecedented achievement in the history of the Bright Tribe.

Wang Sheng's palm held ten communication spirit stones.

The spirit stones were about the size of a thumb, their entire bodies glowing with a faint silver-blue light, as if condensed from moonlight by the wilderness gods.

The surface of the spirit stones had fine Spirit Rune patterns spreading like spiderwebs, the runes resembling the most ancient script of the wilderness, recording the function and usage of the spirit stones.

"Communication spirit stones, the system reward for marrying Linger."

Wang Sheng distributed the ten communication spirit stones one by one.

Shen Xun'er, the first one. The Moonlight Priestess took the spirit stone, and it glowed with an interwoven silver-blue and moon-white light in her palm, as if moonlight had fallen into the stone.

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun, the second one. The Frost Mage took the spirit stone, her silver-white long hair falling, as if ice crystals had landed on the stone.

Su Mengyao, the third one. The Nature Druid took the spirit stone, and it glowed with a faint emerald green light in her palm, as if a spirit flower were blooming within the stone.

Zhao Linger, the fourth one. The Spirit Sound Master took the spirit stone, and it glowed with a faint pink light in her palm, as if the Spirit Sound Master's gentlest note had condensed into a physical form.

Murong Xue, the fifth one. The Holy Light Knight took the spirit stone, her silver armor and the stone's silver-blue light reflecting off each other.

Liu Ruyan, the sixth one. The Phantom Assassin took the spirit stone, her smoky, misty eyes reflecting the faint light of the stone.

Hua Jieyu, the seventh one. The Hundred Herb Medical Immortal took the spirit stone, the emerald green spirit energy and silver-blue light like the fusion of spirit medicine and moonlight.

White Deer, the eighth one. The Deer Spirit Archer took the spirit stone, her beast ears twitching slightly, as if listening to the frequency of the spirit stone.

Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan, the ninth one. The Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan took the spirit stone, her eyes examining the Spirit Rune patterns of the stone, as if a strategist examining the latest strategic tool.

Rainstorm Archer Xiao Yuqing, the tenth one. The Rainstorm Archer took the spirit stone, her neat short hair edged with gold thread in the morning light.

"From today on," Wang Sheng stood in the Chiefs Tent, his voice like a golden bell toll, penetrating everyone's eardrums.

"Guangming Village has its own communication network. Any movement, instant transmission within ten miles."

Low gasps of amazement sounded in the main hall again. Communication spirit stones—on this Savage Continent, this meant that Guangming Village possessed information capabilities far exceeding surrounding tribes.

While other tribes still relied on people running errands to pass information, the core members of Guangming Village could already achieve telepathic communication.

Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan stood up.

The Rune Forgemaster pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, the lenses reflecting a rational light in the morning light. Her voice was calm and clear, like the rhythm of the Rune Forgemaster striking spirit iron when forging.

"Chieftain, Ink-scaled Python skin is a top-tier defensive gear material. If paired with Dark Iron Ore, I can forge Barbarian Warrior-grade defensive gear, but I need a Weapon Refinement Workshop."

Her fingers gestured slightly in the morning light, as if the Rune Forgemaster had already constructed a blueprint for forging in her mind.

"The hardness of the Ink-scaled Python skin far exceeds ordinary Savage Beast skin. Paired with the spirit energy conductivity of Dark Iron Ore, I can forge Barbarian Warrior-grade defensive gear that combines defense and spirit energy amplification."

"If the process goes smoothly, we can craft at least three to five sets, enough to equip the core combat team members."

Wang Sheng nodded. "The system store has Weapon Refinement Workshop blueprints. I will exchange for them with contribution points as soon as possible."

Zhao Linger stepped forward.

She stood at Wang Sheng's side, the white bandage on her right arm looking like silver thread wrapped around a piece of white jade in the morning light, but her voice was no longer playful.

Instead, it was clear, orderly, like the most precise note of a Spirit Sound Master, every word carrying the rationality and calmness unique to an intelligence core.

"The abnormality of the Savage Beasts in the Savage Beast Forest outer perimeter is confirmed to be related to the Shadow Clan."

Her large, round eyes were no longer playful in the morning light, but as sharp as the most precise acoustic probe of a Spirit Sound Master.

"The Shadow Clan is systematically agitating the Savage Beasts using Shadow Crystal fragments. The fragments are implanted into the spirit pulse nodes of the Savage Beasts, continuously releasing Shadow Power."

"This is not a temporary action; it is a long-term plan. They are forming signposts for the Shadow Beast Path at key nodes, driving the Savage Beasts to move in specified directions."

She paused, as if a Spirit Sound Master leaving a precise rest in a musical movement.

"There are stronger Savage Beasts deep in the forest, above Warrior Tier 6. We need more preparation before we can go deep."

Liu Ruyan added, the Phantom Assassin's voice like a cold wind in the dark night.

"The Shadow Clan's investment in the Savage Beast Forest far exceeds expectations. The number and distribution of the Shadow Crystal fragments show that this is not something one tribe can do."

"The Shadow Clan has set a net in the Savage Beast Forest, and the outer perimeter is just the edge of the net."

Wang Sheng's gaze swept over everyone present.

"The threat of the Shadow Clan is greater than we imagined. But Guangming Village will not stop its steps because of the threat. We need stronger combat power, better defensive gear, and a wider information network."

Shen Xun'er stood at Wang Sheng's right hand, the Moonlight Priestess's voice gentle and decisive, like moonlight falling into the Lingxi River, gentle but without losing direction.

"Linger's injury needs three days of rest. For these three days, intelligence work will be temporarily taken over by Liu Ruyan."

"The Weapon Refinement Workshop must be built as soon as possible; upgrading defensive gear is the top priority. Su Mengyao's Elf Archers should continue training; we need stronger long-range firepower for the next expedition."

She looked at Wang Sheng, her moist apricot eyes filled with trust and tacit understanding, just like the intersection of moonlight and sunlight.

"Next, it is time to deal with the surrounding tribes. We cannot keep developing behind closed doors."

Wang Sheng held her hand.

"Mm, the next stop, diplomacy."

Night fell.

The night sky of the wilderness looked like a piece of velvet dyed through with the deepest indigo by the wilderness gods.

The stars were like crushed silver scattered by the wilderness gods, and the moonlight poured down like silver water, covering the entire Guangming Village with a silver-blue light.

Zhao Linger snuck out of the East Chamber.

She was wearing a white cotton short shirt that Hua Jieyu had found for her. The loose short shirt could not hide the demonic curves under her petite body.

Her slender waist under the white short shirt was like a curve outlined by the moonlight by the wilderness gods. The bandage on her right arm had not been removed, looking like silver thread wrapped around a piece of white jade in the moonlight.

She stood on the corridor of the Chiefs Tent, looking at Guangming Village under the moonlight.

The Lingxi River was like a silver-blue ribbon in the moonlight, and the outline of the spirit grain in the spirit fields was like a quiet, silver-blue sea.

The wooden fence of the primary defensive wall was like a silent guard in the moonlight, the silver-blue light of the Ancestral Spirit Altar like the oldest lighthouse of the Savage Continent, and the moonlight rose of the Spirit Garden swayed gently in the night wind.

Her Spirit Sound Affinity was working unconsciously.

Just like the most precise acoustic probe of a Spirit Sound Master, even in a relaxed state, the Spirit Sound Affinity made her hearing like a river that would never close, flowing in the night of the wilderness.

She heard the steady breathing of Shen Xun'er in the master bedroom; the Moonlight Priestess's breathing was gentle and composed, as if moonlight had fallen into the Lingxi River.

She heard the rustle of Frost Mage Lin Shiyun turning over in the next room; the sound of her silver-white long hair rubbing against the Savage Beast fur was like a breeze on an ice surface. Even in her sleep, the Frost Mage carried a cold elegance.

She heard the rustling whispers of the spirit flowers in the Spirit Garden from Su Mengyao.

There was a tacit understanding between the Nature Druid and the spirit flowers that seemed bestowed by the wilderness gods; even in her dreams, she could hear the breathing of the spirit flowers.

Then, she heard it.

From very, very far away, from the direction of the Savage Beast Forest.

A low, deep sound wave, like an ancient horn.

The sound wave was like a low-frequency hum coming from deep underground, the frequency extremely low, as if a Savage Beast that had slept for millions of years had turned over in its sleep, but Zhao Linger's Spirit Sound Affinity allowed her to instantly distinguish that it was not a Savage Beast.

The sound waves of Savage Beasts were chaotic, instinctive, and irregular, but this hum...

She closed her eyes, the Spirit Sound Master's full perception like the most precise acoustic probe, extending in the direction of the hum.

Just like a Spirit Sound Master using an invisible golden thread to pass through the heavy shadows of the Savage Beast Forest, through the obstruction of ancient trees, through the mist of the night, precisely capturing the information contained in that low-frequency sound wave.

A name.

"Zhao... Mang..."

Zhao Linger's pupils contracted sharply.

Zhao Mang, the chieftain of the Blood Wolf Tribe, the person who wiped out the Deer Spirit Tribe, the person who humiliated Wang Sheng in public at the Myriad Races Market, the person whose mere mention caused fear in White Deer's eyes.

The Shadow Clan was transmitting information for Zhao Mang.

This meant that there was a connection between Zhao Mang and the Shadow Clan.

Not an ordinary connection, but a connection where the Shadow Clan was willing to use their communication channels to transmit information for him.

It was a connection where Zhao Mang might have already become a pawn of the Shadow Clan in the Central Wasteland Region, a connection where the Bright Tribe faced a dual threat from the Shadow Clan and the Blood Wolf Tribe.

Zhao Linger's hand unconsciously tightened around the communication spirit stone on her chest.

The spirit stone glowed with a faint silver-blue light in her palm, like a distress signal condensed from moonlight by the wilderness gods.

She had to tell Wang Sheng that there was a connection between Zhao Mang and the Shadow Clan. This was not a guess; this was intelligence she had personally intercepted using her Spirit Sound Affinity.

Under the moonlight, Zhao Linger stood on the corridor of the Chiefs Tent, the night wind blowing her white short shirt, revealing the curve of her slender waist, which looked like it had been outlined by the moonlight by the wilderness gods.

But she couldn't care about that now. In her large, round eyes, a cold light she had never had before flashed.

That was not the note of a Spirit Sound Master.

That was not the sweetness of acting like a spoiled child.

That was not the silver bell of playfulness.

That was the first alarm of the intelligence core.

The moonlight poured down like silver water, covering her figure, covering Guangming Village, covering the Savage Beast Forest, covering the shadow net that the Shadow Clan was weaving.

And in the deep, deep Savage Beast Forest, the low-frequency hum of the shadows, like the oldest curse of the Savage Continent, continued to transmit in the darkness, silently...