Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 924 - 907: The Tribe Prepares for War, Subduing the Mist Spirit!

Chapter 924: Chapter 907: The Tribe Prepares for War, Subduing the Mist Spirit!

[Chieftain calls for votes; the recommended tickets today are a bit dismal!]

Hum!

A bright azure orb floated in the Void, surrounded by faint ripples of water that carried the echoing sound of tidal waves, and within, intermittent tender roars of dragon whelps could be heard.

A small dragon, about seven feet long, roamed ceaselessly within the orb, roaring vigorously, with dragon might surging all around. Xiao Chen’s body shone with golden light, and beside him was Mu Qing, who similarly emanated a clear radiance, a sign that her King’s blood vessel was evolving.

As for Nianhua, she was absent, unable to withstand the rippling dragon might, while Xiao Chen and Mu Qing could only resist such pressure with their own cultivation and fate.

It was hard to imagine that this dragon blood, once lost for countless ages, had nurtured all its essence into the dragon within the orb and still possessed such oppressiveness.

This was undeniably an entity that could grow into a King Beast, a true Beast King. Once matured, it would be comparable to a human Monarch, signifying that the tribe would have a King within, a King-level Tribe without a human King!

All this, however, occurred in the depths of Dragon Fall Mountain Range, within the Desolate Ancient Forest that stretched for eight hundred and fifty thousand miles. It was his own apprentice who had stumbled upon such an opportunity.

Hum hum hum!

The naive young dragon roared incessantly, and the surrounding Void drew faint spiritual power and primal energy continuously into the azure orb. This space had been specially derived by Luli for the little dragon, spanning no more than a mile in size.

Yet, the density of spiritual power within was about to condense into droplets. At this moment, various spirit medicines were still being added, crushed and turned into spiritual energy that floated between heaven and earth, to provide the young dragon with sufficient spiritual force.

Luckily, they had the Mountain and River Herb Garden, which spanned a thousand miles. Cultivating ordinary spirit medicines there was extremely easy, almost a continual cycle of harvests, all poured into this one-mile-sized space.

"Husband, the spirit medicines from the Hundred Herbs Hall have already made the tribe self-sufficient, even some rare spirit medicines have begun to be cultivated. With ample elixirs nurturing them, the tribe’s power has improved rapidly in this period," Mu Qing said as she looked at the dragon egg before her, her eyes sparkling with colors, embracing Xiao Chen’s arm.

"And the trading post in the Ancient Desolation World that you demarcated is almost ready thanks to the effort put in by myself and Nianhua. We’re just waiting for you to officially open it!"

"Good!"

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and suddenly, a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes. When the trading post in the Ancient Desolation World opened, he had another task—to annihilate all the different races in the Border Wasteland, ensuring it became the true territory under Gu Yuan Tribe’s control.

He had realized by now that there was no escaping. Even if he hid his light and bided his time, concealing his strength, the other races would not give Gu Yuan Tribe the chance. Thus, Gu Yuan Tribe needed to initiate an offensive!

Battle, struggle, bloodshed.

The majority of Gu Yuan Tribe warriors had entered a state of secluded cultivation. With ample spirit medicines and time flow controlled by Luli, Gu Yuan Tribe, lacking the foundational years of legacy due to its recent establishment, would make up for it with these methods inside the Mountain and River Seal World.

Waiting for the beginning of the conquest!

When the sword leaves its sheath, it must display its bloodied edge!

"Luli, how many Ancient Desolation Tokens can we derive now?" Xiao Chen subsequently asked.

"Master, we now have two million derived Ancient Desolation Tokens. To produce more would require a great amount of divine gold, as the ordinary casting materials cannot withstand the imprinted prohibitions. Moreover, it must be of medium grade or higher divine gold," Luli informed.

"Two million tokens?" Xiao Chen mused, then with a glint in his eye, he said, "For now, two million tokens are enough. Once the trading land is on the right track, we can expand the scale again."

"Husband, in the trading post, Nianhua and I have established the Ancient Desolation Pavilion as our Gu Yuan Clan’s direct business association, mainly dealing with our tribe’s spirit medicines, elixirs, and various spirit items. We will also hold trading fairs intermittently," Mu Qing elaborated.

"We’ve also set up the Realm of Myriad Worlds that you spoke of before, where warriors can comprehend the mysteries of different attribute worlds."

"Good."

Xiao Chen nodded his head. For the time being, Gu Yuan Tribe could not compare with those great tribes that had countless years of inheritance; they had to take it step by step.

Half an hour later, Xiao Chen and Mu Qing appeared in the trading post of the Ancient Desolation World.

The trading post was filled with various pavilions, all of which had been touched by Luli to give the appearance of age and weathering over countless years.

Beyond that lay an endless wilderness, with fertile soil and a faint dissemination of spiritual energy. Some warriors had already started to develop spirit fields there.

"We greet the Chieftain, the Master." Soon, an elderly figure appeared, bowing respectfully.

It was the elder from the Mulin Family’s Azure Lotus lineage whom they had encountered on the Eastern Emperor City Heaven’s Destiny Floating Island. His injuries had since healed.

Mu Qing awoke the main vein of the Mulin Family and even obtained the recognition from a royal weapon. Naturally, the elder regarded Mu Qing as his master and thus joined the Gu Yuan Tribe. What Xiao Chen didn’t expect was that not only did the elder possess the cultivation of the Towering Realm Stage Eight, but he was also a Spirit Plant Master with a not low rank. This was indeed an unexpected joy. Up to now, the Spirit Plant Masters that the Gu Yuan Tribe had cultivated were essentially self-taught.

The role of a true Spirit Plant Master was, his heritage was even more important than his combat capabilities.

However, thinking about the bloodline heritage the elder had passed down, the Dao of Wood’s vitality and mysteries, all of this seemed normal.

The elder was named Qing Jingmu, brought into the Gu Yuan Tribe by Xiao Chen, and one could imagine the shock in his heart upon seeing such a wondrous place.

At this moment, the elder was directing the people of the Gu Yuan Tribe, transforming the earth around the trading area into spirit fields, which would allow the cultivation of Spirit Rice and Spirit Fruits.

"How goes the reclamation of the spirit fields?" Xiao Chen asked offhandedly.

"Chieftain, in half a month’s time, we will be able to convert all the earth beyond the trading area into spirit fields."

Xiao Chen nodded. These spirit fields were specially arranged by Xiao Chen with the intention of leasing them to those who ventured into the Ancient Desolation World to trade. Of course, whether they could afford the price depended on their capabilities.

"Husband." Soon after, Nianhua’s figure swept over from a distance. The trading area covered three thousand miles, and Xiao Chen did not intend to have the Gu Yuan Tribe control it entirely but to distribute it among other tribes’ warriors who entered the Ancient Desolation World, allowing those warriors who entered this space to cultivate and claim territory on their own.

The Gu Yuan Tribe was also set to participate in this, joining the competition covertly alongside the Ancient Desolation Pavilion. In this way, the Gu Yuan Tribe could remain hidden behind the scenes, and in the end, no matter how the tribes that entered the Ancient Desolation World battled for control, they were actually under the control of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

The Gu Yuan Tribe’s lockdown meant isolation from the entire Border Wasteland, sinking the whole tribe into a quiet state, where most tribespeople were enduring rigorous cultivation in secret realms. However, warriors from the outside world held a different view.

Some warriors passing through the Gu Yuan Tribe’s ancient city showed a glint of expectation and fear in their eyes.

Because they discovered that the entire Gu Yuan Tribe was eerily silent, a tribe with millions of people, even when closed off, should not be completely free of noise, which was very abnormal.

Xiao Chen, however, couldn’t concern himself with these things, as he needed to return beyond the Void to retrieve the Mountain River Seal.

"Master, the Mountain River Seal is trapped in the Murk Mist, and this cluster of Murk Mist has already developed intelligence. Clearly, it has existed for countless years!"

Luli was naturally well aware of outside events.

"Murk Mist." Xiao Chen muttered, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

Having heard of the Murk Mist, which along with the Aurora Cloud was called one of the Void’s two major forbidden mists.

It was rumored in the Void that some Murk Mists that had evolved over millions of years could even cause Supreme Monarchs to become lost and have their soul worlds collapse, leaving them as dried corpses.

In the Great Wasteland, there was a legend that there once existed a King of Murk Mist who led astray a Supreme Monarch who wandered into the mist, and then the Murk Mist’s spirit possessed the Supreme Monarch’s body to be reborn, ravaging the entire Void world.

"Luli, what kind of strength does the spirit intelligence of the Murk Mist in the outside world possess?" Xiao Chen quickly came back to his senses and asked.

"It has the power of a Near Monarch Expert," Luli answered softly, "Master, Luli can draw this spirit of the Murk Mist into the Mountain and River Seal World to subdue and serve you."

"These days, this spirit of the Murk Mist has been relentlessly attacking the Mountain River Seal. It really doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth."

A disdainful light flashed in Luli’s eyes. She was very dismissive of the actions of the Murk Mist’s spirit over the past few days. Even Monarchs were unable to cause the slightest damage to the Mountain River Seal, and here was a mere spirit at the Half King Realm, completely overestimating itself.

"Good!"

A glint of determination flashed in Xiao Chen’s eyes. To subdue the spirit of the Murk Mist would undoubtedly bring many benefits.

With the foreign tribe’s Small World suspended outside the Border Wasteland’s Void, if there were a Murk Mist to serve as the Gu Yuan Tribe’s eyes, observing the Void beyond the Border Wasteland, it would definitely yield unforeseen results.

Most warriors would avoid the Murk Mist and not dare to approach it, so even foreign tribes would never suspect that a cluster of Murk Mist could be the Gu Yuan Tribe’s eyes.

Hum!

In the central region of the Murk Mist, the Mountain River Seal was suspended within. No matter what the Murk Mist’s spirit did, it was entirely ineffective.

This spirit of the Murk Mist had been born tens of thousands of years ago, but its intelligence had only just come into being for a few tens of thousands of years. Although it was a taboo in the Void, compared to those Mists that had been around for hundreds of millions of years, it was still very young.

Being called a taboo and possessing great horror, its growth was extremely slow. Even now that it had developed intelligence, it was still a very fragile consciousness, operating purely on instinct.

The appearance of the Mountain River Seal within the Murk Mist naturally made this young spirit sense a crisis from this Bronze Ancient Seal.