Chapter 7

Late at night, Su Ming lay in his own room, staring at the darkness around him, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The words of his grandfather kept echoing in his ears, causing scenes from nine years ago to constantly flash through his mind.

Sighing deeply, Su Ming sat up, silently pushed open the wooden door of his room, and a cool breeze blew through his messy hair. The wind was cold, as if it had come with the moonlight, sprinkling over the earth.

The surroundings were very quiet, with only the occasional weak cry from the distant Wu Mountain. Most of the tribe was dark, except for the central bonfire and a few scattered flames. On the giant wooden walls around, some torches flickered faintly in the night, making a crackling sound.

Su Ming looked up at the sky, where the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, creating a dazzling scene. The Milky Way seemed eternal, and Su Ming's eyes gradually showed a look of confusion.

"The people in the tribe are all very kind to me... but my appearance is clearly different from theirs... Perhaps this is related to the failure of the barbarian statue worship..."

"Without a barbarian body, I cannot cultivate as a barbarian and can only stay here for life, unable to go out and see the world described in the animal skin book..." Su Ming sat down silently, leaning against the room, looking at the sky, with a deeper look of confusion in his eyes.

"The barbarian ancestors created the world and people, leaving behind a legacy that has lasted for generations... Those who possess the barbarian body can fly through the sky, move mountains, and control the sea... With the barbarian pattern, one can pluck the sun, moon, and stars..." In the deep night, a young man in the Wu Mountain tribe looked at the sky, muttering to himself...

At that moment, he did not notice that the black fragment hanging around his neck emitted a faint light that quickly disappeared...

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the third day.

As the day of the barbarian initiation for the current generation of the Wu Mountain tribe, the whole tribe was bustling from early morning. Almost all the tribespeople came out, bringing their own initiates, gathering in the central square of the tribe.

The barbarian initiation ceremony often took a whole day, especially for the initiation at the age of sixteen, which was like a coming-of-age ceremony. On this day, after the initiation, the initiates could even choose their partners.

Strange rhythmic drumbeats echoed through the tribe. With the appearance of the drumbeats, one by one, the initiates walked out from the crowd and stood in the center.

This time, about thirty initiates were to complete the initiation, most of whom were young men. Despite their young age, their bodies were extremely robust, exuding a fierce aura.

Even the young women were the same, making Su Ming stand out even more in the crowd. His clear and handsome features were particularly out of place.

Although so, the people here had long accepted Su Ming's existence. Even though his appearance was somewhat different, they did not reject him but integrated him into the tribe.

After surrounding the initiates, all the Wu Mountain tribespeople began to dance in a primitive manner, using their bodies to express their reverence and worship to heaven and earth.

"Su Ming, I heard from the tribespeople that you went to Wulong Mountain a few days ago and brought back Wulong saliva." While the outer tribespeople were singing and dancing, a simple voice came from beside Su Ming.

It was a young man of the same age, with rough skin and a very strong body, almost a head taller than Su Ming. His eyes were very bright, and he was looking at Su Ming with a simple smile.

Looking at the young man speaking, Su Ming smiled. This young man was Lei Chen, one of his few friends in the tribe.

"I brought some back. I came to see you yesterday, but your father said you went up the mountain with the hunting team. After the initiation, come to my place and take some."

Lei Chen's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward, smiling.

"I could have come back earlier, but on the way, I encountered a marten deer. You said you needed marten deer blood for medicine, so I followed it. I came back last night."

Su Ming knew that although Lei Chen spoke lightly, in reality, marten deer were extremely difficult to kill and very dangerous. At that moment, he felt a warmth in his heart.

As they were talking, the joyful songs and dances around them gradually calmed down, and the crowd dispersed. The elder of the Wu Mountain tribe, dressed in rough linen clothes and holding a completely black bone staff, walked over with a few tribespeople, standing in front of the young men.

His appearance immediately made the surroundings completely quiet, and the young men looked at him with reverence, clearly afraid of the elder.

"Offer sacrifices to the barbarian ancestors!" The elder's eyes were sharp as he scanned the crowd, pausing slightly on Su Ming. As he spoke, he raised his right hand and waved the black bone staff. Immediately, dozens of strong men rushed over from the crowd, each carrying a bound wild animal.

The wild animals were still alive, emitting fierce cries and struggling, but to no avail.

A total of forty-nine different wild animals were soon carried up, surrounding the young men. The cries echoed and gathered, forming a soul-penetrating force, but the Wu Mountain tribespeople around them held them down tightly, preventing them from escaping.

The strong men standing next to the wild animals did not hesitate. They all lowered their heads, and in their left hands, they held sharp stone blades, which they plunged into the necks of the wild animals, severing their heads.

The cries reached their peak at that moment, as if they could shock the heavens and earth, making several of the thirty initiates show fear and terror.

Su Ming's face was pale, but he gritted his teeth and endured. Glancing at Lei Chen beside him, he saw a fierce light in his eyes, as if he was accustomed to it and even enjoyed it, a stark contrast to his usual simplicity.

A large amount of blood suddenly spurted out, like a blood fountain, emitting a pungent smell, and splashed onto the thirty initiates, their hair, bodies, and the ground beneath their feet.

"You are fortunate because there is no tribal warfare now, but at the same time, you are also unfortunate..." The elder looked at the young men in front of him and spoke softly.

"When I was young, the barbarian initiation at sixteen required cutting off the head of a member of an opposing tribe and drinking their blood to complete the initiation.

Compared to now, you are fortunate... but unfortunately, you only see the blood of beasts and do not touch the heads of enemies..." The elder muttered, looking deeply at the initiates in front of him, and raised his right hand, pointing forward.

At the same time, he raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and then suddenly opened it. Immediately, a powerful aura spread from his body, forming a strong wind that swept through the entire Wu Mountain tribe.

On the elder's face, patterns appeared, intertwining to form a totem like a python's head.

The python's head was vivid, as if it were real, appearing on the elder's face, roaring silently. Although the sound could not be heard, all the Wu Mountain tribespeople, including the strong chief, could not help but tremble and step back.

"The Wu Python Pattern... This is the elder's barbarian pattern..." Su Ming stared at the elder, his heart shaken. The last time he saw this was nine years ago, and now, seeing it again, the impact was several times stronger.

"The elder alone can destroy an entire tribe. Such a powerful person is only at the ninth layer of the Blood Condensation Realm... I wonder how powerful a person at the Dust Opening Realm would be...

Not to mention the Bone Sacrifice Realm after the Dust Opening... The animal skin scroll once said that Bone Sacrifice Realm barbarians are extremely rare even in medium-sized tribes, and only the unimaginably large tribes have a few of them." Su Ming's heart was moved, and his desire to become a barbarian warrior grew stronger.

"With the blood and bodies of these beasts, please invoke the Wu Mountain barbarian statue!" The elder's voice, like thunder, interrupted Su Ming's thoughts. As the elder spoke, the bodies of the wild animals around them exploded, and the blood and flesh, along with the blood on the ground and the initiates' bodies, were absorbed by an invisible force, forming a large blood and flesh mass in the air.

"Barbarian Initiation!" The strong man beside the elder, the chief of the Wu Mountain tribe, shouted.

All the initiates, including Su Ming, bit their tongues without hesitation and spat out a mouthful of blood. Their blood rose rapidly, absorbed by the blood and flesh mass. In a thunderous boom, the mass transformed into a black statue.

The statue was half-human, half-beast, exuding a wild and primitive aura. One hand held a long dragon, and the other held a huge spear, with eyes filled with madness and bloodlust.

Its appearance made the sky suddenly darken, as if it were being suppressed by its authority.

"The Wu Mountain barbarian statue..." Su Ming's heart pounded as if it would burst, but at that moment, the fragment around his neck emitted a warm current, merging into his body, making the discomfort disappear.

This feeling made Su Ming pause, and he was about to look down when the elder's voice echoed.

"Step forward one by one and worship inside the barbarian statue!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a young man quickly stepped forward, entering directly below the statue, and disappeared. After a short while, he reappeared with a dark expression, stepping back to the side, silent.

"Next!" The speaker was the chief of the Wu Mountain tribe, a serious man who scanned the initiates.

One by one, the initiates stepped forward, disappeared, and reappeared. When a girl stepped into the statue, the statue emitted a red light.

Immediately, the tribespeople were invigorated, and even the elder focused his attention. The red light flashed nine times, and the girl reappeared.

"Barbarian body!"

"Nine flashes of the barbarian statue's light indicate a barbarian body!"

The girl appeared with a look of surprise.

"You are called Wu La, right? Very good, come to me." The elder smiled, looking at the girl and nodding.

Watching the girl walk to the elder, Su Ming was silent. He took a step forward, determined, and walked towards the statue, immediately drawing the attention of the surrounding tribespeople.

For this young man who was clearly different from them, the Wu Mountain tribespeople mostly looked at him with kind pity. Their gazes focused on Su Ming until he stood below the statue.

Su Ming took a deep breath, looked at the elder watching him from a distance, closed his eyes, and in that moment, he felt an indescribable force envelop his body, as if he were submerged in mud. When he opened his eyes, everything around him had completely changed.

This was not the Wu Mountain tribe but a small space, completely dark except for a black statue floating in front of him, emitting a red light.

The statue looked exactly like the one he had seen outside, exuding a wild and primitive aura.

Looking at the statue, Su Ming was silent for a moment, then bowed deeply.

After a long bow, Su Ming's face showed a bitter expression. He knew that if he had a barbarian body, the statue would emit a red light with just one bow. But everything was the same as nine years ago, with no difference.

"I cannot become a barbarian warrior in this life..." Su Ming bit his lower lip, sighed deeply, and turned to leave.

But just as he turned, he suddenly felt a shock and turned back to look at the statue, stunned.

At the same time, he saw the fragment on his chest, which he had ignored, emitting a piercing light...

Please give me your recommendations and help me achieve a top three spot on the recommendation list! "I Want to Be a Demon" is out, and I hope you can fulfill my regret and help it rise to the top!

"I Want to Be a Demon!" What about you?