Chapter 14

The vine fell onto Buli's hand with a sense of spirituality, gently entwining itself, not daring to move too quickly, as if afraid that Buli would feel hostile. Not knowing what to do, Buli idly asked, "What should we do next?"

It was just a casual question, and Buli didn't expect to get any answer from the vine. But what happened next surprised Buli.

The vine seemed to understand Buli's words or sensed Buli's non-hostile attitude. It raised its head like a snake and cautiously approached Buli's cheek, gently rubbing against it. Seeing that Buli did not resist, it then climbed directly onto Buli's body and settled on his back.

As the vine merged into Buli's body, Cai Xiaoxian had already disappeared. Buli was not panicked, knowing that Cai Xiaoxian had probably left this strange space first. He quietly felt the power of the vine, feeling a sense of peace and joy.

When the vine was completely integrated into the tattoo on Buli's back, Buli felt it very clearly. The vine had fully merged into the tattoo. At that moment, the entire world shattered, and Buli was "thrown" out by an invisible giant hand.

Everything was so bizarre. The strange world disappeared again, and Buli felt a bit reluctant. He knew that this world might be a part of his lost memories, but he had no way to make it clear or to retrieve the lost memories. Although he was reluctant, some things were predetermined, beyond Buli's control.

At the same time, in the forest, Hu Wu watched Buli's body. The vine, struggling and flying like an octopus monster, made Hu Wu extremely nervous. This tension was not because of the vine, which did not dare to approach Hu Wu.

A thick, ancient aura appeared around Buli, but it did not spread out. It seemed to have condensed into a tangible form, flowing around Buli's feet. The aura exuded a sense of the passage of time, like an old man with a calm heart slowly recounting the vicissitudes of life and the joys and sorrows of the world.

Feeling this aura, Hu Wu's black robe fluttered without wind, making a rustling sound. The black hood lowered even more, covering his face. Without hesitation, he knelt before Buli, prostrating himself in a grand salute to the tangible aura.

He had been guarding for so many years, and finally, he felt this powerful and ancient aura. Tears of turbidity fell, and he felt that it was worth dying if he could see this aura again in his lifetime, even if he did not see the elder.

The aura, as if having its own consciousness, cast a faint shadow that slowly climbed on the grass, emerging from Buli's body and crawling to Hu Wu's feet. The shadow was almost invisible, like a wisp of soul power, but it was different from the soul power of the Soul澜 Continent.

"Sir! Absolutely not, you are still recuperating," Hu Wu said, though he knew that this wisp of aura would bring him unimaginable benefits, he refused without hesitation.

"Nonsense, no matter how down and out I am, I won't lack this bit of power. This is a reward for you. You have done well, and it pleases me. This boy is quite stubborn, why is it always like this? I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." The voice that appeared in Buli's dream echoed in the forest, and everything around became silent. Within a hundred miles, whether it was a powerful wild beast or a tiny ant, all lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.

"You look terrible in that outfit." The ancient,沧桑 voice mocked Hu Wu one last time before disappearing. The faint soul power entered Hu Wu's body, and countless silver snakes drilled into his body, making a crackling sound. It was like a bolt of lightning had struck Hu Wu, but he felt no pain. The dirty black robe could not be torn, and a vast power flowed through his body, making his skeletal frame rapidly fill out and then shrink. This happened three times before it gradually stabilized.

Hu Wu did not care if the person was still there, he just prostrated himself and said, "Thank you, sir. Knowing that you are safe, our clan will surely prosper."

There was no sound around, and after a long while, Hu Wu bowed three more times and stood up.

At that moment, Cai Xiaoxian moved as if waking from a deep sleep. Hu Wu seemed to be in a good mood and walked to Cai Xiaoxian, asking, "Did you go in too?"

Cai Xiaoxian had just woken up and immediately felt the aura on Hu Wu's body, shivering. The aura in Buli's dream was countless times more powerful than Hu Wu's. Cai Xiaoxian had been completely focused on Buli, and had passed through in a daze. Now, she was not as afraid of Hu Wu as before. She nodded timidly, looking pitiful.

"Truly blessed," Hu Wu sighed, sitting down next to Cai Xiaoxian and saying, "Get me a cigarette."

"When will my brother wake up?" Cai Xiaoxian asked, taking out a pre-rolled cigarette from her pocket, handing it to Hu Wu, and finding a flint.

"Very soon," Hu Wu said, sitting on a green stone and smoking contentedly. Despite his lack of interest in anything, Hu Wu had a habit of smoking, which made him seem more human rather than a ghostly presence.

Buli, who had been kneeling on the ground, moved. He moved like a puppet, stiffly, and his joints made a cracking sound as he moved, like popping beans. Buli, who was originally tall, had grown even taller, his body robust and imposing. The rough animal skin made him look even more rugged, and his every movement exuded the straightforward and bold spirit of a man from Yan and Zhao.

"Buli, come here," Hu Wu said, sitting on the green stone and smoking happily. Despite his lack of interest in anything, Hu Wu had a habit of smoking, which made him seem more human rather than a ghostly presence.

Buli took a step, startling himself. The power in his body was like a mighty river, surging and unceasing, and his explosive strength was formidable. A single step was farther than his usual jump. Buli thought that indeed, a tattooed warrior was much stronger than an ordinary person. Just by getting the tattoo, he had undergone such a significant change, and his desire for power grew even stronger.

What Buli did not know was that his tattoo was unlike any on the Soul澜 Continent, even the lost ancient methods did not involve such a way of creating a tattoo. The tattoos of tattooed warriors were generally weaker than their own and had no true consciousness, to ensure that their souls were not devoured. Hu Wu, however, used a completely different and imaginative method, disregarding all the taboos of tattoos.