Soul Immortal

An Attack On The Horizon

After a while, Phantom continued. "This spiritualist's cultivation base is very powerful. It turned out to be the cultivation base of the seventh-level, a spirit saint. Not to mention you, the sixth-level clansman. Even if I make a move, there is no certainty that I will win."

"What? Seventh-level spiritual sage?" Zi Heng suddenly widened his eyes and asked incredulously. This kind of spiritual master could only appear in some high-level demon hunting groups, and it was unexpected that there was even one in this small tribe.

"That's right. The warrior of the Demon Bear Race was killed by that human spiritist in just two rounds." The Phantom said with regret as much as possible.

"Damn. These damn human beings. Tell me, which tribe did it? I must kill all the people of their tribe to get rid of my grieving heart." Xiong Mozi couldn't help but roared.

Upon hearing this, the Phantom said, "It was done by a small tribe named the Ironwood Tribe. After the humans retreated, I followed them in secret and found that there were only a few hundred people living in this village."

"Okay, the Ironwood tribe dared to send a spiritualist to kill my people? I, Zi Heng, must destroy their entire clan." Zi Heng gritted his steel teeth and said fiercely. Afterwards, he turned to the second son of the Dragon Demon clan, clasped his fists and said. "Second son, please stay in the fort for a few more days. When I return from this voyage, I'll be able to give you a great gift."

Hao Yan immediately waved his hand and said, "Brother Zi Heng, please be calm. The details of the enemy are unknown. They may be few in numbers, but have more spiritualists. But if you insist on going, then I will go with you too. Moreover, I am very interested in that new human weapon. I have to see what kind of tool could have this sort of power?"

Tiger Demon, Yin Hao, couldn't help saying. "In this case, I will also accompany the second son to see for myself."

Hao Yan said immediately. "No need. It is enough to have Brother Zi Heng accompanying me. What do you think that small tribe of hundreds of people can do to us? Seventh-level spiritual saint? Huh, doesn't bother me."

Mei Niang couldn't help but got up and said, "That's okay. Big Brother Yin Hao and I will set up a banquet for the second son in the fort. When you get back, we'll invite all our brothers to come together and welcome the second son."

"Then, I''ll leave that trouble with you, Sister Mei Niang. Brother Zi Heng, if the warriors are ready, let's leave immediately."

"Then we will be quietly waiting for the good news of the second son in the castle. Ying'er, you go and lead the way for the second son." Mei Niang and Yin Hao got up and sent Hao Yan and his party out of the old castle.

Ruins outside the Great Forest.

The blazing sun slowly dipped behind the horizon, and nightfall began to rise like a titan. It was about to get dark, and there were already bonfires piled up in the central square of the Ironwood Tribe. The tribe was preparing a feast of roasted pigs and sheep.

The outline of the entire tribe could be seen from above the soil slope in the distance. At this time, three buildings stood alone on the soil slope, two yurts and a stone house rarely seen in the tribe.

At the same time, three people were standing outside one of the yurts. A small, withered, short man and two tall, pretty girls. If one got closer, one could find that the two girls look exactly the same, the only difference was their outfits.

One of the girls was dressed in a short, sharp, coarse cloth, with a slimmer figure set off by her slender legs. The black hair on her head was tied into a ponytail behind his head, and a white fur ribbon was tied with a bow on the ponytail, which was very neat.

The other girl was wearing a plain white coarse cloth Hanfu, and a pair of red lines were wiped with red lines under her big beautiful eyes and flicked at her ears. The hair was curled up behind his head, and a feather that was more than a foot long was inserted into it, which stood up high.

This second girl was Hong. Among the tribes, only a girl would put a long feather on her head when she got married, indicating that the girl had grown up and was about to enter the wilder world.

The following day was the day when Hong was going to get married, and tonight was also her last night among the Ironwood tribe. Tomorrow morning, she would leave here with her husband, Han Guchi, to live a new life among the Han tribe.

This hanfu was worn by Daxia herself. Originally, this costume was not the rule of the tribe, but Daxia said that this was the rule of Daxia's family when marrying their daughters, so these few days were also prepared for Hong. All in one.

At this moment, there was a trace of tears in Hong's eyes, and she stared into the air blankly. The tears were crystal clear, flashing in the frame of the eyes, reflecting the little aura that gradually faded into the air. This was the fluctuation of the heaven and the earth's spiritual power triggered by Feng's practice. Hong knew that she would never see this scene again.

The aura gradually disappeared, and the sky was restored to darkness, and the black was spotless. Only the big iron furnace next to it kept making crackling noises, sending bursts of sparks into the air.

After a short while, Fei walked out of the yurt slowly and came to the three of them.

"Sister Hong, you are really beautiful today." Fei couldn't help but said softly while looking at Hong's costume.

This kind of Hanfu used to be worn by the mother only once in the clan once in a while, and it was also plain white. After getting used to the costume of the Ironwood tribe, and suddenly seeing her put on this dress, Fei suddenly felt like traveling through time and space.

If it were in his previous world, Sister Hong should be wearing a white wedding dress. Fei couldn't help thinking. He didn't know what the effect of Hong's wedding dress would be like? After all, Sister Hong's skin was much darker than that of the other girls. Fei couldn't help but smile secretly and shook his head gently.

Hong didn't speak, lowered her head, secretly wiped away the tears, and then smiled at Fei.

Shuang stepped forward and said, "Fei'er, let's go quickly. The dinner has already started, and mother told us to go there soon."

"Okay, let's go over. By the way, Uncle Mammoth, what about the thing that I requested?" Fei suddenly asked Mammoth.

Mammoth picked up an iron box from the side and raised it for Fei to see, "Look, is it like this?"

He saw that the iron box was made of thin iron sheet. It was a long groove with two rows of small holes. The four corners under the iron box were supported by iron rods. Anyone who had eaten yak skewers will recognize it at a glance.

This was clearly a shelf for skewers. The box used to make grilled meat.