Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 905 - 888 Mysterious Old Man, Sharpening Arrows for Three Years!

Chapter 905: Chapter 888 Mysterious Old Man, Sharpening Arrows for Three Years!

[The Chief Asks for Recommendations][No more updates today!] At the foot of the roaming hills lay the home of the Yutian Tribe, where generations had dwelled.

Around them grew ancient trees of millennia, their branches curved like dragons, weaving and coiling around each other, some bearing exotic fruits that exuded a fragrant charm, tempting passerbys with their enticing scent.

Between the ancient trees and peculiar grasses were stone houses and caves, where shadows of people flickered faintly. Xiao Chen’s gaze swept over, gaining a rough understanding of the Yutian Tribe.

"Uncle Chief, you’re back."

Following the four of them into the tribe, it wasn’t long before several small figures ran swiftly towards them. Among them was a little girl with two braids on her head, her cheeks round and plump, her body emanating a surge of Blood Qi that made her stand out.

"Uncle Chief, did you hunt any meat?" Soon, a boy as sturdy as a calf, clad in a beast skin, looked on expectantly.

Behind them were more than a dozen children of about the same age, each with a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

"Of course, has your Uncle Chief ever let you little gluttons go hungry?" The chief laughed heartily at the children, who cheered joyfully in response.

"Alright, off you go and play. We have guests at the Yutian Tribe today, and you’ll have your fill tonight—but only if you complete today’s body training exercises."

"Got it, Uncle Chief, there’ll be meat tonight."

"We’re having meat tonight!"

The group of kids quickly ran deeper into the tribe. Watching the excited children dash away, the shock in Xiao Chen’s eyes did not fade.

He had discovered that these children, although they had not yet formally embarked on the path of Martial Arts cultivation, had Blood Qi as dense as smoke and a body strength comparable to that of a Blood Refining Realm Warrior, even stronger than those in the real world’s Blood Refining Realm.

In the current Desolate Wilds, few warriors truly focused on cultivating their physical bodies. But in this strange place and time, everyone he saw, whether adult or child, honed their bodies, embarking on the path of physical refinement.

Moreover, he noticed that among these children, one or two had faint, profound patterns emerging on them—clearly a sign they were on the verge of entering the Mysteries.

A child, not yet trained in Combat Qi and barely in his teens, was about to grasp the Mysteries—an event sure to shake the Great Wasteland.

In the heart of the tribe stood a Stone House, a serene sanctuary contrasted by the liveliness of the surrounding community. In front of the house grew two ancient trees, their fruits fragrant in the air.

Beneath the twisted branches of the old trees sat an elder dressed in simple beast skins. Though advanced in years, he exuded an indescribable aura to Xiao Chen, reminiscent of his first meeting with the current ruler of the Divine Marquis Palace.

Yet compared to the Divine Marquis, the old man’s presence was even more ancient and tranquil, as if he were a monument standing before time.

The elder was currently polishing a Black Iron Arrow, a rough prototype crafted by a craftsman from ordinary casting materials, still angular and rudimentary, challenging to shoot with precision.

The elder worked slowly, meticulously refining each part of the arrow. As metal and stone rubbed together, Xiao Chen sensed a faint golden Mystery slowly seeping into the Black Iron Arrow.

At that moment, Xiao Chen finally understood the reason for the chief’s mention of the arrows being "blessed."

"You’re here," said the elder, looking up at Xiao Chen without any surprise, his gaze as calm as spring water in a deep pool, undisturbed, as if he had been aware of Xiao Chen’s arrival all along.

"Senior," Xiao Chen said, bowing respectfully from a few yards away. He had ascended the God King Stage, comprehended the Dao, and now found himself before this elder—perhaps this was the once mighty being.

"On your journey, what did you see?" the elder smiled at Xiao Chen and asked.

As Xiao Chen was about to speak, the elder waved his hand and said, "Insights that are personally realized can point directly to one’s own heart; they are not to be spoken of or shared. Help me polish these arrows. They’re just made from ordinary casting material and have too many rough edges. The power they will possess depends on how well you refine and temper them!"

Then, the elder made room beside him. A grinding stone and a pile of dozens of freshly-formed Black Iron Arrows lay there. Xiao Chen nodded slightly and sat down next to the elder.

Taking up a Black Iron Arrow, he began to polish it on the stone, invoking the Mysteries he had perceived to infuse into the arrow in his hands.

Thump!

However, the next moment, a soft sound rang out as the Black Iron Arrow in his hands shattered into several pieces, unable to withstand the infusion of Mysteries.

Xiao Chen’s expression remained steady, and the elder didn’t even lift his head. The quality of the Black Iron Arrows’ materials was simply too poor. To allow them to bear the infusion of the profound Mysteries of heaven and earth, one had to find just the right degree or balance.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Soon, half of the dozens of Black Iron Arrows in front of Xiao Chen had shattered. He then put down the arrow in his hands and looked towards the arrow in the elder’s hands.

Yet the elder did not care in the slightest, his hands still tirelessly polishing the black iron arrow.

Whizz!

A sharp golden mystery was easily infused into the black iron arrow, suddenly endowing the ordinary feathered arrow with a piercing sharpness.

Whizz!

However, the elder did not stop there. A pale green mystery emerged and in the blink of an eye, it merged into the arrow, and the next moment, the sharp arrow was imbued with a light and agile aura—this was the mystery of wind.

Whizz whizz whizz!

After augmenting the black iron arrow with two mysteries, the old man did not cease his efforts. The mystery of fire, the mystery of slaughter—altogether, five different mysteries were infused into the black iron arrow by the elder.

At this moment, the black iron arrow, wrought from mere ordinary fine iron, radiated an aura that even Xiao Chen felt a whiff of palpitation. With each mystery added, the power of the black iron arrow increased.

And so, Xiao Chen watched the elder polish black iron arrows day after day, and he too devoted himself to polishing his own black iron arrows. At his feet had accumulated a thick pile of broken arrow fragments.

He too fused a mystery into his black iron arrow—the golden mystery.

Although his grasp of the golden mystery had not reached perfection, the black iron arrow, initially not even considered to be of lower grade, now unleashed a sharpness comparable to a half-spiritual soldier.

But when he tried to merge a second mystery, he encountered trouble. Regardless of his efforts, every time a second mystery was introduced into the body of the arrow, the black iron arrow would shatter in an instant.

Even though his spirit and will infused the black iron arrow, the quality of the arrow was simply too low. Perhaps when his strength became more potent, and he wielded mysteries with greater ease, he would be able to infuse a second mystery.

At this point, infusing a single mystery into an ordinary black iron arrow was his limit.

"Senior!" Finally, Xiao Chen could not help but speak up.

Although he did not know in which spacetime he was, he could sense the passage of time within this space, the ebb and flow of years. The ancient tree before the Stone House had even rejuvenated three times, and likewise withered thrice.

Xiao Chen had spent three years alongside the elder, polishing black iron arrows.

"Senior, is it to exclusively revere one Dao, directly pointing to the Great Dao, or is it the simultaneous progress of nine mysteries that truly aligns with the Great Dao?"

Over the three years, while he polished the black iron arrows, Xiao Chen dwelled on this question. To revere one Dao alone, one simply needed to abandon the previously comprehended mysteries, retaining just one. As for the vacant tiers in the Martial Arts Tower, they could be replenished with spirit items from heaven and earth.

If one were to perceive nine different mysteries, branding nine divine powers, the future path of martial arts would be fraught with endless uncertainties and one might even be deemed a madman.

Because to complete the nine mysteries and derive the laws would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

However, since entering this peculiar space and time, he had found that everyone he saw comprehended multiple mysteries.

This was also how the warriors from the current Desolate Wilds, whose martial path had ceased, enhanced their combat strength. But the warriors in this spacetime comprehended mysteries in a more flexible way, using them more deftly.

Yet, this was merely the method for those warriors with flaws in building their Martial Arts Tower to enhance their strength when they could no longer ascend in the Martial Realm. True warriors who forged a nine-tier Martial Arts Tower ultimately aimed for the path of the Supreme Monarch.

Comprehending too many mysteries would require more time and also increase the difficulty of ascending to the rank of Supreme Monarch. Hence, many of the current Supreme Monarchs, before ascending to the Wang Jing, would comprehend a single mystery, deriving laws to infuse into their spirit.

At this moment, the elder stopped polishing the black iron arrow in his hands and turned to look at Xiao Chen, remaining silent.

Whizz!

In his hands, flames surged, and the black iron arrow was forged once more in the fire, with impurities turning into black smoke and dissipating within the flames.

Similarly, the black iron arrow gradually became smaller, shrinking from its original three-foot length to just under half a foot, but its quality doubled in rank.

Whizz whizz whizz!

The old man did not halt his efforts. The polished black iron arrow emitted a faint luminescence, and various mysteries manifested in the elder’s hands—earth, water, wind, fire, slaughter, and even a silver ripple of space. That was the Space Profound Mystery.

And so, these mysteries were all infused at once by the elder into the refined black iron arrow—altogether, nine mysteries merged into an arrow slated less than half a foot in length.

Whizz!

All at once, this arrow, crafted from mere casting material, unleashed an aura that chased the might of a half-king soldier!

"This..."

Xiao Chen’s eyes were filled with astonishment. At the beginning, the elder could only incorporate five mysteries into the black iron arrow, but after another round of forging, it was capable of containing nine mysteries.