Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 517 - 503

Chapter 517: 503

Treasure Gathering Pavilion was guarded and maintained by dozens of Blood Refining Realm warriors. Tie Wen, over the past two months, had plenty of free time at his disposal when he wasn’t in deep cultivation, spending his time watching the increasingly bustling Treasure Gathering Pavilion.

As for security, the place that could least afford to be provoked in the Giant Stone Valley was probably the Treasure Gathering Pavilion. The corpse of the previous elderly tribal leader of the Baoxiang Tribe, a Massive Tower Realm martial expert, served as the most substantial deterrent!

Outside Treasure Gathering Pavilion, the crowd was bustling. A burly man was leading a child younger than ten, and astonishingly, he was carrying a stone coffin on his back!

This stone coffin was made entirely of green stone and was tightly sealed, covered in some rough patterns all around. It was three feet in size, and if it wasn’t for the distinctive style indicative of a coffin used by the Desolate Wilderness Human Clan, people would have mistaken it for a stone box.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, the two Blood Refining Realm guards standing at the entrance of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion stopped the burly man.

Treasure Gathering Pavilion was open to guests from all directions, but it was clearly inauspicious for someone to arrive with a stone coffin on their back. As guards of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, of course they couldn’t allow him in so easily.

"Good sirs, I come from the declining Casting Soldier Remnant Clan. This stone coffin does not contain a body but is a treasure passed down in our tribe. I have come today to present it to the Mid-grade Ancient Yuan Battle Division!"

"Casting Soldier Battle Division?"

The two guard warriors looked at each other in confusion. The name of the tribe mentioned by the burly man was unfamiliar to them. It seemed that the entire Giant Stone Valley was not aware of this tribe’s existence.

Not only were these two warriors puzzled, but the surrounding warriors also showed signs of confusion, as they had never heard the name Casting Soldier Battle Division. There were thousands of tribes in the Giant Stone Valley, and apart from the battle divisions in more remote areas, the names of some tribes were actually quite familiar to many people. However, they had never heard of the Casting Soldier Battle Division.

"This...." Seeing the expressions of the two warriors and hearing the conversations of the surrounding warriors, the burly man’s face turned a deep red. Even the child he was leading became scared under the onlookers’ gaze, and his small body instinctively leaned closer to the burly man.

"What’s going on!"

As people gathered around, Tie Wen appeared outside Treasure Gathering Road.

"Greetings, Captain!"

Upon hearing Tie Wen’s voice, the two warriors bowed respectfully and then relayed what had happened to Tie Wen.

"Casting Soldier Battle Division?"

Upon hearing their explanation, Tie Wen also knit his brow slightly in thought. He too could not recall anything about this Casting Soldier Battle Division.

"Our... our Casting Soldier Battle Division was annihilated a hundred years ago, and there are only about a hundred members left. It is common sense that you have not heard of us!"

Seeing Tie Wen looking at him, the burly man seemed a little uncomfortable. The hand he had raised was now nervously gripping the corner of his beastskin robe.

"Annihilated?"

Upon seeing the burly man’s reaction, Tie Wen instantly felt a sense of admiration for him. The man’s natural behavior offered a glimpse into his inner world, revealing that he wasn’t very good at communication.

"Treasure Gathering Pavilion is a trading place set up by my Ancient Yuan Battle Division in the Giant Stone Valley. We welcome warriors from all directions to trade. Since you have come to trade, there is no reason to not let you in!"

With a wave of his hand to dismiss the two warrior guards, Tie Wen spoke in a flat tone.

He was also quite interested in the stone coffin being carried by the burly man. If it were a coffin for burying people, it wouldn’t be tightly sealed without even the slightest gap. Moreover, the patterns on the stone coffin were exceptionally ancient, giving off a sense of simplicity.

"No! No!"

Seeing that Tie Wen classified him as a trader, the burly man immediately looked even more anxious, repeatedly uttering low exclamations. Presumably worried about offending Tie Wen, he didn’t dare to yell out loud.

"Our tribal elder asked me to come here and present this treasure to the Mid-grade Ancient Yuan Battle Division in hopes of seeking its protection!"

"Oh?"

This elicited more interest from Tie Wen. Ever since the news of the Ancient Yuan Battle Division’s promotion to Mid-grade Battle Division spread throughout Giant Stone Valley, there have been instances of a few human battle divisions wanting to surrender and seek protection from the Ancient Yuan Battle Division.

But which of these tribes seeking allegiance didn’t offer a lot of resources? This was the first time someone had come seeking protection with a stone coffin on their back.

"Our Casting Soldier Battle Division consists of craftsmen, a tribe specialized in forging weapons. But now, our tribe is declining, and the population is decreasing. It won’t be long before we completely disappear from the Great Wasteland. That’s why we brought our tribe’s most precious treasure to seek protection!"

"Specialized in forging weapons, Casting Soldier Battle Division!"

"I remember now; there really is such a human battle division in Giant Stone Valley!"

At that moment, an exclamation came from the crowd. An elderly soldier, upon having all the warriors’ eyes on him, didn’t shy away and continued, "Unfortunately, the Casting Soldier Battle Division was annihilated a hundred years ago, and now a scant number of members have been left to eke out a living!"

The words of the elder caused the burly man’s face to flush red as if recalling the unfortunate experiences of his tribe.

"The entire Casting Soldier Battle Division had almost all warriors learning the art of forging. It’s said that during the time they were most prosperous, they had over ten senior craftsmen, with one even at the pinnacle level of a senior craftsman!"

What!

The crowd’s gaze at the burly man changed at that moment. They hadn’t expected his background to be so astonishing. Craftsmen were masters in weapon creation, and senior-level craftsmen could produce top-grade weapons for Blood Refining Realm warriors.

The Casting Soldier Battle Division unexpectedly had more than ten senior craftsmen at one point, which was truly terrifying. The top-grade weapons used by Blood Refining Realm warriors required the integration of Combat Qi, and not something that can be randomly forged.

"That wasn’t even the most glorious time for our Casting Soldier Battle Department. A hundred years ago, a senior craftsman decided to advance to a Grand Master. He combined several spirit materials with our other senior craftsmen and forged a spirit weapon! A mid-level spirit weapon!"

What!

In a short instant, the crowd was shocked twice. A spirit weapon belongs exclusively to the Massive Tower Realm Wu Experts. Yet, the Casting Soldier Battle Department, surprisingly, forged a spirit weapon with just the strength of an inferior battle department for Towering Realm martial artists.

However, the old man stopped speaking at this point, ignoring the warriors’ eagerness to hear more.

"The elder’s words are accurate!"

Then this strong man spoke up, but a trace of hatred flashed across his eyes.

"Our Casting Soldier Battle Department forged a mid-level spirit weapon, but it brought a crisis of extinction to our tribe. The Iron Hoof Tribe coveted the spirit weapon forged by our elders. They not only forcibly seized it but also tried to enslave our Casting Soldier Battle Department to make weapons for the Iron Hoof War Division. Our elders wouldn’t allow it, which led to the disaster of extermination. Only a few of us survived, barely hanging on to this day!"

Whoosh!

The next moment, all the warriors understood why this strong man sought the protection of the Ancient Yuan Battle Department. In this great wasteland, the only tribe with strength enough to protect the remaining tribesman of the Casting Soldier Battle Department was the Ancient Yuan Battle Department.

"I beg your kindness!"

The strong man kneeled before Tie Wen, pleading. Because they had offended the Iron Hoof War Division, even after a hundred years, the few remaining tribesmen were ostracized by other tribes. The war soldiers forged by their tribe were undervalued by other battle departments, causing great hardship to their tribe. Now, with the rise of the Ancient Yuan Battle Department, they saw hope.

Before the strong man’s plea, Tie Wen did not dare to agree readily. After all, this involved the relationship between the Ancient Yuan Battle Department and the Iron Hoof War Division. It is not a decision he alone could make. Xiao Chen must make the decision personally.

"Please be merciful, sir!"

The strong man and the child beside him knelt on the ground, with the young child trembling at this moment.

The surroundings suddenly quietened, leaving only the strong man’s choking voice echoing in the air.

"Isn’t it possible?"

After a long while, a look of despair flashed across the face of the strong man. If even the Ancient Yuan Battle Department wouldn’t accept the remaining tribesmen from the Casting Soldier Battle Department, there would truly be no place for his clansmen in the entire wilderness.

Whoosh!

At this moment, the temperature in the air suddenly rose. Even some of those in the Blood Refining Realm felt a strong heat wave.

"What is your name!"

The next moment, a flash of golden light passed, and when the light faded, a figure in green appeared in front of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion. The voice came from him.

"Paying respects to Clan Leader!"

Boom!

The two Blood Refining Realm Warriors who had been standing at the door suddenly knelt down, shouting loudly, their eyes flickering with fervor.

What!

Is this the clan leader of the Ancient Yuan Battle Department!

This is Clan Leader Xiao, who is on par with, if not more powerful than, the Iron Hoof Tribe’s clan leader!

"We pay our respects to Clan Leader Xiao!"

After a brief silence, the surrounding warriors knelt down one after another. A massive Tower Realm Wu Expert, this was the gap between the innate martial arts ranks.

After a while, everyone got up, wanting to observe Xiao Chen but not daring to do so blatantly for fear of offending him.

"Please, Clan Leader, accept us!"

Only this strong man from the Casting Soldier Remnant Clan did not get up. Instead, he heavily bumped his forehead on the ground. Although he was honest, he was not stupid. He knew that meeting Xiao Chen today was their only chance to gain the protection of the Ancient Yuan Battle Department.

"The Casting Soldier Remnant Clan is willing to offer the treasures passed down in the tribe!"

After an incense stick burned out?

On the third floor of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, Xiao Chen sat in a stone chair, with Tie Wen standing beside him, and the strong man standing nervously with the child on the other side.

"How many craftsmen does the Casting Soldier Remnant Clan have now?"

"Right now, there are less than a hundred in the Casting Soldier Remnant Clan, and less than ten craftsmen. Only one is a senior craftsman!"

After returning to Duanmu City, Xiao Chen saw the strong man pleading for protection from the Ancient Yuan Battle Department. He found out that this tribe had once forged spirit weapons, which piqued his interest.

Though the Ancient Yuan Battle Department has ascended to a mid-tier battle department, it only has a hundred craftsmen, ten of whom can forge top-tier war soldiers. As for spirit weapons, that is mere fantasy. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent such a huge price trading for several spirit weapons at the trade conference.

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