Chapter 80

At night, the medicine cauldron glowed, rumbling and emitting sacrificial sounds. Various divine birds and strange beasts appeared on the cauldron, vividly as if they were about to break through the cauldron walls.

The fur ball had a worried look, covering its big eyes with one small paw, and reluctantly bit the other small paw, letting two drops of golden blood fall into the cauldron.

Then... it seemed as if it had lost an arm, screaming like a chicken being slaughtered, quickly jumping back onto Little Bumpkin's shoulder, peeking with one eye covered.

The group couldn't help but laugh. This golden ball, as big as a fist, was mischievous and lively, causing everyone to chuckle.

The medicine cauldron glowed even more mysteriously, beginning to refine the precious herbs, emitting a rich fragrance, with rays of light and auspicious colors, making it extremely beautiful and mysterious.

"Qingfeng, don't be nervous. Reconnecting the severed tendons will definitely succeed. With these precious herbs, your tendons and bones will surely regenerate," Little Bumpkin comforted.

This process was very painful. The scars on Qingfeng's feet were reopened, blood flowing, and he screamed in pain, tears rolling down, but he did not struggle. Shi Feijiao helped apply the precious herbs.

"The tendons and bones are already aligned. Applying this rare precious herb will definitely make them regenerate. Don't worry!" the clan leader comforted.

No one else touched the herbs in the cauldron; they were all left for Qingfeng. Part of the herbs were applied to his feet, and he also consumed a lot. Over several days, his feet itched, and his tendons and bones regenerated and connected.

"Truly worthy of being the blood of Zhu Yan!" an elder exclaimed.

In just a few days, the broken tendons and bones on Qingfeng's feet were reconnected. After a period of rest, there would be no problem, and he would surely recover.

The group looked at the fur ball with strange eyes.

It immediately screamed, rolling on Little Bumpkin's shoulder, finally extending its small paw, making forceful gestures and movements, meaning, "Don't ask me to do this again, I won't do it even if you beat me to death."

Besides the precious herbs, Little Bumpkin also treated him daily with runes. After half a month, Qingfeng recovered, his tendons and bones rapidly healing.

"The precious herbs are truly amazing, with divine effects. He recovered so quickly," the group marveled, unaware that the primitive true resolution practiced by Little Bumpkin also played a significant role.

In the following days, a small figure often appeared by the lake, practicing with the children. The group was surprised to find that, apart from being a bit thin, he also understood bone script, not as profound as Little Bumpkin but still very strong. As the old clan leader said, he was a genius, previously held back only by his body.

After a period of rest, Qingfeng gradually recovered, his pale face regaining color, becoming rosy. He started running around with the children of Stone Village, with no problem with his stamina.

In the following days, Little Bumpkin left early and returned late, staying in the deep mountains to study the primitive true resolution, occasionally fighting fierce beasts to test his understanding.

The next realm is called "Cave Heaven," crucial for cultivators. The deeper the foundation in the Blood Moving realm, the more terrifying the burst in this realm.

Little Bumpkin has been accumulating, hoping to soar in this realm, with astonishing performance.

In the evening, the sunset was like blood, dyeing half the sky red. The burning clouds surged, with golden edges, enveloping Stone Village in a mysterious light.

Er Meng yelled, drawing the attention of the clan members, who looked towards the lake. They saw him riding a unicorn, running wildly. He was so fast that his face turned pale, and he didn't dare to get off.

"That's not the unicorn tamed by Little Bumpkin, but another one. Er Meng, this kid has really grown up, trying to tame a precious steed!" the adults exclaimed, even they hadn't achieved this.

Hearing this, Er Meng almost cried, on the silver-shining unicorn, with a tearful voice, he said, "Who wants to tame it? I was feeding Xiaobai berries, and it came over, wanting to eat too, and wasn't afraid of me. Then... I got itchy and rode it, and it went crazy!"

The clan members burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Recently, Xiaobai has returned to the herd, and it can enter the village without restriction. The villagers often feed it berries. This reduced the unicorns' wariness, and occasionally one or two would come over for food.

As Little Bumpkin said, gradually, the unicorns would accept the clan members and eventually become rideable steeds.

"Er Meng, try harder. It didn't attack you, which means it's quite friendly. Don't fall off and embarrass yourself, keep going," Shi Linhu shouted.

Thus, the unicorn circled the lake dozens of times. It didn't tire, but Er Meng almost vomited, feeling like he was riding the clouds.

Finally, the unicorn stopped, reared up, and threw him to the ground, then slowly ran back to the herd.

"A good sign. This unicorn is clearly playing with the children and will eventually integrate into our Stone Village," Clan Leader Shi Yunfeng laughed.

As for the group of men, they were already breathing heavily, wishing they could get the precious steeds immediately.

Sure enough, in the following days, the unicorns became even more relaxed, getting closer to the children, allowing them to climb on their backs and ride them around the lake.

This made the group of strong men both envious and jealous, but they were helpless. They were too big and couldn't easily gain the unicorns' trust, which still had a lot of wariness towards them.

The group of elders laughed, Stone Village was truly becoming stronger. In the near future, they would tame dozens of unicorns, just thinking about it made them smile.

Such spiritual beasts are hard to capture. Even a powerful tribe would have only a few, but they would have dozens!

Half a month later, a group of children yelled, with over ten riding unicorns, able to control them, provided they fed them a lot of berries.

"Ha ha, great, Little Bumpkin, let's have a race. Let's see whose unicorn runs faster," Pi Hou and others winked, very smug.

"I still want to practice," Little Bumpkin said.

"Come on, practicing every day is too dull. Let's relax and hunt some fierce beasts in the mountains. That's also practice. We can have a barbecue when we return, how great is that," a big kid urged.

"Alright," Little Bumpkin thought for a moment and nodded.

The group of adults were envious again. They hadn't ridden unicorns, but these little brats had. Many children had their own precious steeds.

"Dashuang, hurry up and tame one for me. Let your father ride it for a few days, or I'll skin you," Dashuang's father angrily said.

Beside him, Shi Linhu also shouted, "Huzi, did you hear that? Hurry up and tame one. Don't just show off. If I don't get to ride it, I'll deal with you."

"Ha ha..." The group burst into laughter, fathers envious of their sons, which was truly speechless.

The group of elders laughed even harder. The best expected situation was finally gradually appearing. Stone Village was reviving and becoming stronger, perhaps one day it would truly return to its ancient glory.

The villagers were also reassured. Little Bumpkin had already crossed the vast wilderness, and with him, there should be no danger in the nearby areas.

"Let's go!" Er Meng yelled, leading the charge.

"Slow down, wait for me," Nitiwa, the last one, wiped his nose and chased after, even he had gained the trust of a unicorn, making the group of big kids without steeds speechless.

A dozen unicorns galloped, their silver hooves flashing, like sacred arrows, leaving a trail of silver light, disappearing into the mountains.

"Little Bumpkin, let's have a race," Pi Hou started to show off again.

"Your unicorns can't run faster than Xiaobai," Little Bumpkin said. Originally, Xiaobai was the strongest unicorn he had chosen, and after eating the five-colored peacock egg and drinking Zhu Yan's blood, it became even stronger, its body glowing with silver light, looking exceptionally majestic.

The unicorns ran incredibly fast. The group of children yelled, rushing out hundreds of miles. Indeed, Xiaobai was far ahead, waiting at the front.

"Let's go hunting. It's time to show our skills," Huzi suggested.

"Whoosh," "Whoosh"...

Iron arrows flew through the forest, startling a group of beasts. Moments later, the children rode the unicorns, fleeing in panic, as they encountered a large creature they couldn't handle.

Even Little Bumpkin, riding Xiaobai, fled madly. A spiky beast emerged from behind, its body black, covered in sky-piercing spines, gleaming with a dark light, incredibly sharp.

This spiky beast had a dragon's head, a body like a hedgehog, and a crocodile's tail, about seventy to eighty meters long. It opened its mouth and spewed fire, instantly melting a mountain, with lava flowing.

The children's faces turned green, galloping wildly, no longer showing off.

Little Bumpkin was at the back, taking care of Nitiwa and others. Fortunately, the spiky beast moved slowly and was soon left behind.

"My goodness, too scary. When I rode the unicorn out of the village, I thought I was a great hero. Now, I realize I'm still a little bear, needing more tempering."

After fleeing over a hundred miles, they stopped, panting heavily, with a lingering sense of fear.

"Little Bumpkin, you're really amazing. Crossing thirty thousand miles of wilderness alone is truly terrifying!"

They had only traveled a few hundred miles and already encountered such a large creature. If they had been a step slower, they would have been devoured, with no place to bury their bodies.

"There's nothing to it. When I returned with Little Brother, I saw a beast as big as a mountain, one claw crushing a mountain peak," Qingfeng said.

The children were amazed and deeply impressed.

"I can't do this. I need to practice hard, making the bone script perfect, and become a great expert as soon as possible," Pi Hou vowed.

Dashuang, Er Meng, Huzi, Nitiwa, and others nodded. The brief danger made them realize the importance of strength, and they needed to strive and work hard in their daily lives.

"Where are we? We must be six or seven hundred miles from the village. Hey, there's smoke over the mountain," Er Meng pointed ahead.

Huzi rolled his eyes, "Is your smoke so thick and strong that it can be seen through a mountain? That's a fire. Let's go and see."

A dozen unicorns, like a silver whirlwind, rushed up the mountain, looking down through the ancient trees. They were immediately shocked.

It was a village, with about two hundred households, but every house was on fire, flames and black smoke rising.

There were no cries for help in the village, only the roar of flames and the heavy smoke.

"Look!" Dashuang pointed to the distance.

On the horizon, a large figure was moving away, and some people riding fierce beasts, holding bloodstained knives, were retreating. Even from this distance, one could feel the heavy aura of malice.

"Who are they? They destroyed this village?" Dashuang and others were shocked, feeling a chill.

Little Bumpkin was silent, staring at the large figure. It was a fierce beast, with runes flashing on its body, surrounded by a group of people, treated with great respect. He felt it was very similar to a sacrificial spirit.

Until the fierce beast and the group disappeared, the children looked at each other.

"Let's go down and take a look."

They rode the unicorns into the village. As they approached, they smelled a pungent blood smell. Moving forward, what they saw was unbearable.

Bodies lay in pools of blood, including white-haired elders with their heads cut off and thrown on the road, and infants in their mothers' arms, both killed.

"Too cruel, not even sparing the elderly and children!"

The children, seeing this scene, felt a chill, extremely angry. How could people be so inhuman, cruelly killing those who couldn't defend themselves, for what?

Some children's eyes turned red, unable to hold back their tears.

"What kind of people are they, to do such things?"

The fire burned, all buildings were on fire. In the eastern part of the village, there had been intense resistance, a group of strong men, but they were all dismembered, dying horribly, their weapons broken.

"Hey, this is the village's sacrificial spirit, killed," a child exclaimed.

In the center of the village, there was an altar, with a large beast, resembling a lion but with eight legs and a pair of black horns on its head. It was covered in blood, lying next to the altar, half its body eaten, and its primitive treasure bone missing.

"The fierce beast that left earlier ate half its body," the children were horrified, a sacrificial spirit becoming food.

The village was engulfed in flames, the streets scorched, making the unicorns uncomfortable, unwilling to stay.

Suddenly, a weak moan came from a white-haired elder, his stomach cut open, blood and intestines on the ground, still alive.

"Old man!"

The children jumped off the unicorns, quickly squatting down to check his injuries, but their hearts sank. Such severe injuries were impossible to survive.

"I hate it, those people are too cruel... even a few-month-old child was not spared, slaughtering our entire village," the old man wept.

Not far away, several children were thrown to the ground, dead, a sight too cruel to bear.

"Who are they, and why did they do this?" Huzi asked.

"A group of sudden invaders, who came once before, demanding black gold. When the deadline passed and we couldn't pay, they massacred the village, even killing our sacrificial spirit," the old man said, crying, his white hair mixed with blood and tears, making people feel sad and angry.

"Ugh, I hate it..." The old man's last burst of energy faded, and he soon passed away, tears and blood mixing on his face, then he lay still.

Finally, the children left. Looking back, the fire was gradually extinguished, the entire village turned to ruins, a blackened wasteland.

They were heavy-hearted, no longer in the mood for hunting, and quickly returned to Stone Village, informing the adults.

"Could it be those people... the crisis has come." The clan leader coughed, hand on his chest, remembering the past, when a group of brothers went out, but only he returned alive.

"Grandpa, who are they, and why did they come?" Little Bumpkin asked.

"A group of terrifying people, seeking... a supreme divine treasure," the old man sighed, his face filled with worry, looking towards the distant land.

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