Chapter 10

Suming moved through the jungle, his figure darting like an arrow, relying on his familiarity with the area and his agile body. Before long, he saw the distant Wushan Mountain.

Passing through this jungle, one could step into Wushan Mountain.

For Suming, who had been gathering herbs on this mountain since childhood, almost every plant and tree exuded a comfortable and familiar aura.

"The Beast Skin Scroll once said that those who cultivate the Savagery Path, during the Blood Condensation stage, refine the savage blood within their bodies, which stimulates the blood to generate power, making the body continuously stronger. I thought I would never experience this in my life, but now I truly feel it!

The first level of the Blood Condensation stage requires the condensation of three bloodlines within the body. I haven't completed all of them yet, but my speed has already increased significantly, and even my strength..." Suming's body flickered, and he leaped forward, hanging in the air next to a large tree. His right hand clenched into a fist and struck the tree forcefully.

A faint fist imprint appeared on the tree, but Suming's right hand also tingled. However, his expression showed excitement.

Just as he was rejoicing, a red shadow flashed past him, accompanied by a series of proud squeaks. It was clearly the little monkey, which had caught up and surpassed him.

Suming smiled and chased after the red shadow. Although his speed was not weak, it couldn't compare to the little monkey. In the past, almost every time he reached Wushan Mountain, the little monkey would lie there with a look of disdain, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

But now, after more than an hour, when Suming climbed to Wushan Mountain and reached the waist of one of the peaks, near a large concave rock, he saw the little monkey still looking disdainful, but the sweat on its forehead had not yet dissipated, revealing that even it hadn't been there for long.

Suming smiled and patted the little monkey's head, took off his woven basket, and stood on the large rock, looking at the misty horizon and taking a deep breath.

He liked standing here and looking ahead, even though a few steps forward was a sheer drop. If the mountain wind blew, it would make one feel as if they were about to fall, which was quite dangerous. However, Suming had climbed this mountain since childhood, and it felt like a second home to him.

"Xiaohong, what's on the other side of the mountain... Have you been there?" Suming stood there, his leather clothes flapping in the wind, and his right hand subconsciously touched the black fragment on his chest.

The little monkey rolled its eyes, glanced at the distant horizon, and ignored Suming, instead focusing on grooming its fur as if trying to find something.

Seeing the little monkey grooming itself and ignoring him, Suming touched his nose, smiled, and sat cross-legged on the spot.

"Xiaohong, I won't be returning to the tribe for a while. I will stay here for some time. When you go out to play, remember to bring me some wild fruits."

The little monkey immediately looked up, showing surprise, and after carefully examining Suming, it beamed and nodded repeatedly. It usually spent only three to five days with Suming, and when Suming returned to the tribe, it was left alone in the mountains. Now, understanding Suming's words, it was extremely happy.

Suming took a deep breath, faced the mountain wind, and slowly closed his eyes. He was preparing to cultivate here until he completed the first level of the Blood Condensation stage before leaving.

After all, what had happened to him, Suming didn't know how to explain. He vaguely wanted to keep it a secret and not let others know.

After a while, a bloodline appeared on Suming's body, emitting a faint red glow. This red glow was not flickering but quite solid.

Even the bloodline was no longer as faint as it was half a month ago but was fully visible.

Suming might not have a talent for the Savagery Path, but he possessed resilience and a determination not to give up easily. Time passed as he sat cross-legged.

As the sun rose and set, the mist in the jungle gradually rose and dissipated, and the sounds of birds and beasts echoed, creating a special kind of tranquility. Under this tranquility, Suming opened his eyes on the morning of the second day.

He stretched his body and turned around, only to find that the little monkey had disappeared, but there were some wild fruits and some discarded fruit pits on the ground.

Picking up some of the fruits, Suming ate about eighteen or nineteen of them. With his appetite, these fruits were enough to make him half full. Although he liked these wild fruits, he didn't enjoy eating too many at once.

After eating the fruits, Suming sat cross-legged again, immersing himself in the refinement of savage blood. However, this time, after a few hours, Suming opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion.

"The first bloodline has been fully condensed, but the second bloodline always feels as if there isn't enough blood in my body..." Suming couldn't explain the feeling. It was as if the first bloodline had absorbed most of his blood, leaving little for the second.

This was a paradoxical and mysterious feeling, hard to explain, but it was Suming's true experience.

"Not enough blood..." Suming scratched his head, pondering. He didn't know that cultivators of the Savagery Path, especially in the early stages, needed a strong body to maintain their cultivation and also needed to consume large amounts of medicine. These medicines quickly produced new blood, which helped to advance their cultivation and condense bloodlines.

Therefore, the more advanced the cultivation of a Blood Condensation stage warrior, the more astonishing their blood and qi power would be. Once unleashed, their physical strength alone could tear apart powerful beasts, hence the term "savage."

These matters were secrets of the tribe, known only to those with a savage body.

"If someone in the tribe is injured and loses a lot of blood, they will look pale and feel weak. At such times, they need to take some herbs to replenish their blood and qi..." Suming's eyes brightened. After thinking carefully, he immediately stood up, picked up his woven basket, and leaped to the side of the mountain. This time, he moved very quickly and returned after about half an hour.

When he returned, his basket contained some herbs still covered in soil. After cleaning the herbs, Suming took out a stone bowl from the basket, crushed the herbs, and mixed them with some dew, forming a dark green liquid with a strange smell.

However, he was already used to the smell. After taking a few whiffs, he added more herbs and, after finishing, took a deep breath and drank the entire bowl without hesitation.

It was hard to drink. Suming frowned, forcing himself to drink every last drop, then sat cross-legged again.

By midnight, when Suming opened his eyes, he stared at the darkness ahead, lost in thought.

"It has some effect... but it's minimal... The method is correct, but I must have made a mistake somewhere..." Suming frowned, knowing he couldn't ask his grandfather for help and had to figure it out himself.

"No, that's not right!" Suming's eyes flashed. As a common healer in the tribe, he was responsible for gathering herbs. He vaguely remembered that every time he gathered herbs, his grandfather would take some and the rest would be sent to the chief to be stored and used to make medicinal soups for healing and treating injuries.

Among the herbs his grandfather took were Wulong Saliva. However, later, these Wulong Saliva seemed to have no effect on his grandfather, so they were all given to Suming to nourish his body.

"I still have some Wulong Saliva left from the last batch I gave to Leichen." Suming immediately rummaged through his basket, found the small earthen bottle, and opened it. A familiar fragrance wafted out, and a slight shake revealed that about half was left.

Without hesitation, Suming put the bottle to his lips and drank it all.

He then immediately sat cross-legged, immersing himself in the refinement of bloodlines. Suming had consumed Wulong Saliva many times since childhood, and each time he felt a drowsy, drunken sensation after drinking it.

But this time, it was the first time he drank Wulong Saliva while cultivating the Savagery Path. As the blood in his body circulated, he clearly felt a cold, cool current growing within him, rapidly spreading to all parts of his body.

As this current spread, it gradually merged with his blood, increasing the speed of his blood circulation and making it seem as if there was more blood.

"Indeed, it is so!" Suming was excited. Just as he was about to continue, his body suddenly trembled, and his eyes snapped open, filled with disbelief and confusion.

"How can this be... It's Grandfather..."

Inside his body, Suming clearly felt that with the absorption of the cool current, more cold currents appeared from various parts of his body. These currents seemed to have been stored for many years, waiting for the moment when the bloodlines would activate.

The Wulong Saliva he had just drunk was the catalyst for this activation!

Now, it was as if countless streams were converging from all directions, forming a vast sea.

This was a great gift that his grandfather had prepared for him since childhood, a gift of constantly nourishing his body with Wulong Saliva. If Suming cultivated the Savagery Path, this power would greatly assist his early cultivation. If he did not, it would still ensure his health.

In a daze, Suming seemed to see his grandfather's kind eyes, his gradually aging face, and the hope he had for him, as well as the disappointment from a month and a half ago.

"Grandfather..." Suming murmured. A dull sound echoed within him as the accumulated power of the Wulong Saliva, built up over the years, pushed his blood, causing the second bloodline to appear and quickly solidify.

Even more surprisingly, the third bloodline appeared immediately after the second!

And the fourth bloodline was also faintly beginning to form!

Then, Suming's body visibly grew stronger, the circulation and power of his blood driving his physical growth. If this continued, he would no longer be weak but would have a robust body like other savages.

But at that moment, the black fragment on Suming's chest suddenly emitted a blinding, eerie light, just as it had inside the savage statue!

The light flashed, and a sudden change occurred!

Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist. I have added the volume name. This is the first volume: "If Only Life Were as Beautiful as the First Meeting."

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