Chapter 31

Step by step, Bu Li patted Cai Xiaoxian's head, signaling that she should take care of herself.

Bai Xu was so delighted that his mouth couldn't close, and he patted Bu Li's shoulder hard, expressing his uncontrollable excitement. Bu Li was afraid that Bai Xu might die of cerebral hemorrhage due to excessive joy, so he smiled and hugged Bai Xu tightly. Although the chief of the Bai Ling tribe usually didn't take much care of him, at least he didn't make things difficult for him, treating him like a small transparent person.

After calming Bai Xu down, Bu Li came to the side of the old man in black and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me. If you have any unpleasant things to say, just say them quickly." The old man in black, seeing Bu Li return, had no interest in watching the next match, and turned to walk towards the Bai Ling tribe's tent. Bu Li didn't show any embarrassment; his back was slightly sweaty from the intense battle, glistening in the sunlight, exuding a strong aura of toughness.

The nearby tribal chiefs, whether envious, fearful, or on high alert, no longer ignored him. This battle, with Bu Li representing the Bai Ling tribe, changed the long-standing situation where the Bai Ling tribe was ignored. It was likely that the mirage of Bu Li and Yang Canning's battle would be replayed in countless tribal tents that night.

This was a variable, a variable that no one had ever expected. Perhaps the top twenty young people had been thoroughly studied by ambitious tribes, but a youth who suddenly appeared and was incredibly strong was like a fierce wild boar plowing through a vegetable field, brutally and unreasonably crushing Yang Canning until his engravings were completely destroyed.

However, Bu Li didn't think about these things. When learning engraving techniques, Bu Li had many questions, and seeing the reactions of the tribal chiefs on the Tianci Platform added even more questions. Bu Li didn't want to think about it; the old man in black would surely give him an answer.

Soon, they arrived at the Bai Ling tribe's large tent. Everyone sat down, and Black Bear, who seemed to have been repeatedly harassing Yang Canning and was exhausted, lay down next to Bu Li and soon fell asleep.

Bai Xu sat upright, pondering how to talk to Bu Li—should he praise him or encourage him to strive harder? If he could achieve a good ranking in the "Remnant Clan Grand Trial," would Bai Liang be able to advance further next time?

"Chief, could you please step aside for a moment?" The old man in black's words were polite, but his tone was cold, making Bai Xu shiver even though it wasn't cold in late summer and early autumn.

Although the black-robed priest spoke politely, Bai Xu could sense the unyielding tone in his words. He looked at the black-robed priest and Bu Li in confusion, smiled bitterly in his heart, nodded, and left the tent with a belly full of words he couldn't say.

The large tent was quiet, with weak sunlight filtering in, and tiny dust particles floating in the light beams, creating a dreamlike scene.

"Speak, what do you want to ask?" the old man in black said casually. Bu Li didn't rush; he took out a homemade cigarette from his pocket, lit it with flint, handed it to the old man in black, then lit two more, woke up Black Bear, and they shared the cigarettes. Cai Xiaoxian knelt beside Bu Li, her big eyes blinking curiously at the old man in black, no longer afraid of the aura around Hu Wu, but rather curious.

"I want to ask about the three pages of paper. I practiced them again and can feel a bit of soul power, but it's far from as powerful as you said." Bu Li knew that what Hu Wu gave him couldn't be a random cultivation method; even if he had no face, the mysterious existence was so powerful that he wouldn't look at anything inferior.

Hu Wu thought for a moment and said, "There's something wrong with your body's bloodline. This involves the origin of the Xishan Remnant Tribes. I'll explain it briefly, and we can discuss it together. I can't practice the specific cultivation method, so I can't give you a definite answer."

Bu Li and Cai Xiaoxian exchanged glances, both feeling helpless. It turned out that Hu Wu couldn't practice this cultivation method at all! What a mess. Black Bear sat on the ground, smoking silently, still somewhat resistant to Hu Wu's aura, not daring to get close.

"The Soul澜 Continent had a war with the demon race from another continent 3,600 years ago. The reasons for the war are not worth mentioning, just some dirty affairs. In the later stages of the war, a genius from the Soul澜 Continent convinced many of the invaders' vassal races, making countless promises. In the end, the invading coalition disintegrated and retreated, and the genius used a heaven-defying spell to destroy the land bridge connecting the two continents." Hu Wu pointed towards the Xishan Mountains and continued, "The Xishan Mountains rose up under that heaven-defying spell, and the land bridge connecting the two continents was sealed with a forbidden spell. These traitorous vassal races became the Remnant Tribes, exiled to the Xishan Mountains to fend for themselves, forming the later Xishan Remnant Tribes."

So, the Xishan Remnant Tribes had this origin. Bu Li, holding a cigarette, listened attentively.

"The people of the Soul澜 Continent broke their promises and, in the end, considered the Xishan Remnant Tribes to be mongrels with dirty blood, born with original sin, and should be eliminated." Hu Wu smoked, speaking coldly, as if telling a story unrelated to him. Bu Li didn't know that Hu Wu originally had no connection to the Soul澜 Continent or the Xishan Remnant Tribes, so his coldness was understandable.

"Given that the Xishan Remnant Tribes were weak and unable to resist, how have they managed to survive until now?" Bu Li thought for a moment and asked, finding the vague part in Hu Wu's story.

"Because of the oath made back then. The people of the Soul澜 Continent always have some reservations when doing things. If the oath backfires, no one knows what the consequences will be, or they can't afford the consequences. So, over the years, no one has dared to go crazy." Hu Wu said with a sneer.

"As time passed, the bloodline of the Xishan Remnant Tribes became increasingly impure, and various racial abilities could no longer be activated. However, your bloodline is the purest demon bloodline, with a strong self-healing ability that was originally hidden. But for some reason, perhaps because of the old..." Hu Wu's words were vague, and Bu Li, listening intently, couldn't understand what Hu Wu was saying.

"Because of that, your bloodline ability was prematurely activated, but you couldn't control it, which led to your previous confusion." Hu Wu said.

"Oh, I see. Then..." Bu Li suddenly smiled, looking at Hu Wu and said, "The severe injury I suffered on my 18th birthday was also arranged by you."

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