Chapter 775: Star Destruction Tribe, The Messenger’s Disbelief

“Saint, I wish to learn weaponsmithing!”

The young brute said to Chu Kuangren.

Chu Kuangren narrowed his eyes as he stared closely at the young man in front of him. His looks seemed rather familiar.

Have they met before?

The more Chu Kuangren looked, the more familiar he became. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Chi Yang.”

“Chi Yang…”

Chu Kuangren remembered now. Was he not one of the twenty-four Daoist Celestials in the future? Specifically, the Crimson Sun Daoist Celestial? Did his weaponsmithing skills originate from Chu Kuangren?

If so, that would be amazing.

Chu Kuangren recalled that his Self Descendant Sword was still in the Crimson Sun Daoist Celestial’s possession. He wondered how his sword was doing now.

“If that’s your desire, then do stay back.”

Chu Kuangren smiled and said.

Then, some of the cultivators chose to stay, while others left the camp.

…

A saint had appeared in the Flame Bulwark Tribe.

News of this appearance soon spread far and wide, and many cultivators had come to visit from afar. Although few of them had managed to meet Chu Kuangren in person, the growing strength of the Flame Bulwark Tribe was evident.

There were no doubts in their minds that the rumor about the saint was true.

As time flew by, several months had passed.

Although a few months could be considered insignificant to many, it was enough time to bring about unprecedented and revolutionary changes within the Flame Bulwark Tribe.

Besides the booming increase of cultivators, the benefits brought upon by alchemy and weaponsmithing had significantly enhanced the quality of the cultivators.

There were ten major tribes in Firmament Star at that point. The strongest amongst them was known as the Star Destruction Tribe. Meanwhile, the Flame Bulwark Tribe used to be one of the weakest amongst the major tribes.

However, Chu Kuangren’s arrival had significantly strengthened the influence of the Flame Bulwark Tribe, so much so that it was showing momentum of catching up to the Star Destruction Tribe.

In the Star Destruction Tribe.

A middle-aged man sat on top of a leather chair.

The man boasted a majestic figure and eyes that shone brightly as if infused by starlight. He was none other than the leader of the Star Destruction Tribe, Zhan Xing!

Zhan Xing was no ordinary person as he was hailed as one of the most stellar leaders mankind ever had. With his rulership, the Star Destruction Tribe had grown from a small settlement of a thousand people into a formidable force of mankind.

Such achievement had made Zhan Xing one of the most renowned humans to exist during that era. However, strictly speaking, Zhan Xing was only half a human.

He was actually a Demigod.

A being that was born out of the wedlock between a human and a god.

The matrimony between a human and a god was no bizarre incident during the times when humans and gods resided on the same land. It was common for some gods to fall in love and marry the women they were fond of.

It was considered a blessing for many humans.

However, considering humans and gods were fundamentally different beings, they were not supposed to birth a child.

Zhan Xing was one such exception to this rule. In all of humanity’s history, he was the one and only being who had been born out of human-god matrimony.

His exceptional circumstances had made him renowned since birth, and countless people had high hopes for him.

While the gods were eager to use Zhan Xing as a tool to keep mankind in line, many humans saw Zhan Xing as a blessing from the gods. They took great care of Zhan Xing when he was young and devoted their lives to him when he was older.

Zhan Xing did not disappoint at all, too.

The god’s blood that coursed through his vein had endowed him with extraordinary divine powers. Zhan Xing managed to conquer many settlements and tribes with ease. At the same time, the human portion of Zhan Xing’s blood allowed him to embrace the world of cultivation and improve his abilities continuously.

This was a feat that not even the gods could achieve.

“Interesting.” At this moment, Zhan Xing was studying a medicinal pill and a Dao weapon closely. “Apparently, a saint has appeared in the Flame Bulwark Tribe. It seems like the rumor is true after all.”

A bulky brute, who had a lion skin draped around his shoulder, said, “Leader, if the Flame Bulwark Tribe continues on their current trajectory, they’ll surely pose a threat to us. Should we send someone to get rid of that saint?”

The brute did not care whether there was a saint or not.

The way he saw it, any threat towards his leader and his tribe must be eliminated immediately.

Zhan Xing replied calmly, “There’s no need for now. However, we should try persuading the saint to join our ranks. Send someone over with loads of luxurious gifts. Let’s see if the saint’s willing to join our tribe.”

Soon, the Star Destruction Tribe sent forth their messenger.

The messenger was a prideful individual. He had always thought that the Flame Bulwark Tribe was a far inferior settlement to the Star Destruction Tribe, even though it was one of the ten major tribes in this world.

As the messenger strolled on the streets of Flame Bulwark Tribe, accompanied by two other members, he could not help but snark about most of the tribe members dressed in torn clothes. “How does a saint even appear in a place like this?”

He shook his head and continued, “I guess people are too easily impressed now, too eager to celebrate the tiniest of achievement. There can only be so many saints throughout history.”

“If a saint was to exist in this era, it would’ve been our leader. The Demigod is the only being who is fit to be called a saint.”

The guards of Flame Bulwark Tribe frowned bitterly when they overheard the messenger’s remarks.

Their respect for Chu Kuangren forbade them to hear such mockeries of their widely admired saint.

However, they were also aware that the messenger had come from the largest tribe of that era, the Star Destruction Tribe. They knew better than to make a fuss out of it.

Clank, clank, clank…

At this instance, the sound of metals clanking against one another blasted from a corner of the street. It made the messenger mildly annoyed. “What’s the irritating noise?”

He traced the source of the sound.

The messenger arrived at an empty piece of land where a brawny man was striking on a heated piece of iron.

Soon, the iron was struck into an elongated shape.

“What’s going on here?”

“They’re forging weapons.”

A Flame Bulwark Tribe’s guard answered.

The messenger glanced across his surroundings and saw dozens of racks placed in each corner. Every single rack contained a neat assortment of weapons.

The messenger could pick any weapon from the rack blindly, and it would still look more impressive than the most remarkable weapon of the Star Destruction Tribe. The blades of the weapons were so sharp that they reflected chilling rays of lights back to the messenger. Lines of peculiar symbols were also vaguely hovering around the weapons.

The messenger grabbed a piece of weapon and injected his spiritual powers within. Then, a bright sword ray shot out right from the tip of the blade, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

The Star Destruction Tribe’s messenger was bewildered. It used to take at least thirty percent of his energies to create a sword mark as deep as that. However, he did not even use one-tenth of his strength with this impressive weapon.

He stared at the assortment of weapons before him as if it was a pile of precious treasures and tested his strengths again on a longsword. It had the same effect of amplifying his spiritual power.

“What are you doing here?”

Chi Yang, who was forging his weapon, noticed the Star Destruction Tribe’s messenger.

The messenger replied politely, “Sir, may I ask if what you’re doing is called weaponsmithing?”

“That’s right.”

“Are there many like you who’re into weaponsmithing?”

“More or less. I haven’t started too long myself.”

Chi Yang answered nonchalantly.

The Star Destruction Tribe’s messenger was dumbfounded. If a fairly inexperienced weaponsmith could produce such powerful weapons, he wondered just how much stronger a weapon would be if it was forged out of the legendary saint’s hands.

His previous mockery of the Flame Bulwark Tribe was completely gone now. Instead, the messenger felt growing anxiety over the renowned saint, whom he had never met.

If such a person could not be utilized by the Star Destruction Tribe, then he must be treated as the tribe’s greatest enemy.

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