Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 347 - 337: Dispersion of Queyue Clan (Third Update) _1

Chapter 347: Chapter 337: Dispersion of Queyue Clan (Third Update) _1

The scorching sun hung in the sky, and its fierce rays bathed the Great Wasteland. Despite the glaring sunlight, there was an utter lack of warmth.

Inside the mountain cliff, sunlight flooded in, creating brilliant waterfalls of light that obscured one’s vision beyond ten feet.

At this moment, the area within the cliff was saturated with deadly evil energy, making it impossible for warriors below the Blood Refining Realm to take more than a few steps before being eroded by the pervasive evil energy, their flesh and blood decayed to bare bones.

"Let’s go!"

A moment later, Xiao Chen made his decision, gently tapping the little heavenly horse’s massive head, gesturing for it to move forward.

However, for the Little Colt who cultivated the Supreme Yang Dao, it seemed instinctively repulsive to the cold darkness that filled the cliff gap, sneezing repeatedly. It shook its golden head, sparks flying about, and a thin layer of golden flames appeared on its body, before it unfolded its wings and flew into the gap.

Only upon entering the cliff gap did Xiao Chen realize how long it was. With each step forward, he felt an increasingly fierce sharp edge, hardly believing that despite the erosion of tens of thousands of years, the evil energy inside hadn’t dissipated.

Even in this boundless evil energy, Xiao Chen felt an undying will mixed in, yet there was no hint of spirituality.

Xiao Chen understood that the revered warrior, who had casually cleaved this cliff with a single stroke, had also grasped the existence of Martial Arts Will. He did not know how far he had come, but he knew his first duty was to the tribe. He could come back to comprehend this when he had more time.

As Xiao Chen crossed the cliff gap, three hundred miles away from the cliff.

...

The Queyue Clan was a scattered Human Tribe. Such scattered tribes could not even be called a tribe, but simply a human settlement.

Throughout the Great Wasteland, there were countless Human War Tribes, but even more were the scattered tribes, formed by gathering nomads.

As one of the humblest scattered tribes, the Queyue Clan could only live on the fringes of the Dragon Fall Ridge. The tribe was small and couldn’t form their own Guardian Clan Soldiers. There were few strong ones in the tribe, the strongest was only a warrior of the Perfect Bone-Tempering Realm. Within lower-ranking Battle Divisions, he would be no more than a Centurion.

However, where in the Great Wasteland can one find peace? The Queyue tribe was weak and small, constantly on the brink of eradication.

The entire Queyue Clan had only about two thousand people. This had been the number for several years now. The cruelty of the Great Wasteland limited the growth of the Queyue. Over the centuries, the population of the Queyue Clan had remained almost the same.

The walls of the Great Camp were built of Qing Stone, common in the Great Wasteland. The walls stood thirty feet high with rugged lines. Inside the roughly one-mile campsite, mostly elderly, women, and children were busy. There were also occasional pieces of beast meat hung under the eaves to dry.

As the saying goes, one lives off the mountain when near a mountain, and off the water when near water. The Queyue Scattered Tribe’s settlement was close to a marsh, and naturally, they relied on the marsh for sustenance.

There was a marsh near the Queyue Clan known as Azure Serpent Marsh, named after the Azure Serpent Beast living within it.

The Azure Serpent Beast had delicious meat consisting of a hint of Heaven and Earth’s Vital Energy. Ordinary warriors could directly absorb this vital energy into their bodies, which is why many neighboring tribes came year after year to trade with them. This was also the key to the Queyue Scattered Tribe’s survival.

At the moment, over the Azure Serpent Marsh floated a wooden raft made with branches of Azure Water Trees, allowing people to move through the marsh.

More than a dozen young men from the Queyue Scattered Tribe stood on the large raft. Each of them held a stone spear. At the moment, they were listening to the teachings of a tribal warrior on how to hunt the Azure Serpent Beast.

"The Azure Serpent Beast is cunning. The mud accumulated in the marsh gives these clever beasts the upper hand. Using the absorbent power of the mud, the Azure Serpent Beasts, much stronger than us, are hard to detect. So, to catch these creatures, you must first learn to protect yourselves. If you give them any chance, and they ambush you, you’ll die in the marsh!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man named Queyue Ming, a burly man who was also the brother of the village chief of the Queyue Scattered Tribe, and the second strongest of the tribe.

"To hunt, you must first protect yourself. Each year, hundreds of our tribesfolk get dragged into the swamp by these beasts. So first, protect yourselves, then hunt for the Azure Serpent Beast."

A hint of sadness flashed in Queyue Ming’s eyes. This was the cruel reality of survival, the weak became prey, and the strong thrived. The marsh had brought too many painful memories to the Queyue Tribe.

However, they were not able to migrate elsewhere, away from the marsh that simultaneously provides sustenance and danger. Despite the deaths, it allowed their tribe to continue. It was helplessness.

The marsh was both a savior and an executioner. The Queyue Scattered Tribe was small in number and lacked resources and high-grade Martial Arts Classics. This prevented the tribe members from progressing further in the path of martial arts.

The entire Queyue Scattered Tribe only had one set of Martial Arts Classics barely considered to be of the lower rank. As for other martial skills, there were only a few. The expansion and growth of the tribe required generations to accumulate, they had also considered joining other tribes, but no tribe was willing to accept them...

Seeing Queyue Ming’s solemn manner, many youths showed firm expressions. Life was difficult for them. They had already tasted the hardships of surviving in the Great Wasteland. For the entire Queyue Scattered Tribe, these dozens of young men were the hope for the future of the tribe.

"We, the Queyue Scattered Tribe, have been dwelling in this piece of marshland for a hundred years, and have managed to figure out the tricks to deal with the Azure Serpent Beasts. I will pass all these on to you!"

Queyue Ming was very serious about imparting these skills to the youths, in the hopes that they would live as long as possible in this perilous land.

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