Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 99 - 99 98 The Death of Gu Yuan's Soul!_1

99: Chapter 98: The Death of Gu Yuan’s Soul!_1 99: Chapter 98: The Death of Gu Yuan’s Soul!_1 Deep within the dense ancient forest, there was a continuous uproar that echoed terrifyingly, mixed with endless mournful cries.

The whole forest shook from one tremor after another, causing large swathes of towering ancient trees to break and fall, exposing their gnarled roots.

The tranquility in the primeval forest was completely disrupted.

Every vicious beast Xiao Chen laid eyes on was mercilessly slain by him.

The edible beasts were all put into the Mountain and River Seal Space, while those unfit for human consumption were skinned, their tendons extracted, their bones pulled apart, and their blood drained, absorbing all their essence.

Not far off, plants and rocks were scattered everywhere, and large patches of the ground were marked with fresh blood, obviously the remnants of a great battle.

Xiao Chen, appearing unfazed, put the last beast into the space.

This was a top-grade, one-star Qingmu Wolf.

He had initially wanted to tame it, but the wolf was wild and ferocious, refusing to surrender even at death, forcing Xiao Chen to kill it.

In just half a day, well over hundreds of beasts had been killed by Xiao Chen.

The beasts within the forest had suffered a catastrophic blow.

Even those few that had escaped his hunting were terrified by his ruthlessness and ran for their lives.

Having found his mount, the King Unicorn, Xiao Chen began his journey home.

It was not that he didn’t want to hunt more beasts, but he was worried about his tribe’s safety.

He couldn’t guarantee whether the Xuan She Kui Shui Tribes would suddenly attack the Gu Yuan Tribe, so while he went out to hunt, he dared not delay too long.

At sunset, Xiao Chen returned to the Gu Yuan Tribe.

As the sun set in the west, this was usually a time of joy when hunting teams were returning, loaded with spoils, enthusiastically welcomed by women and children.

But now, the city gates were firmly shut, soldiers on the city wall were on alert, presenting a desolate sight.

Upon seeing their leader return, more than a dozen robust men began to wind the huge winches.

The thick ropes creaked under the tension and the massive stone door weighing several ten thousand pounds slowly rose.

Once Xiao Chen had entered the city, the gate crashed shut once again.

Not returning to his original mansion, Xiao Chen went directly to the stone tower at the center of the tribe.

Since returning to the tribe, Xiao Chen had been drawn to this fifty-meter-tall stone tower.

Being perched at a lofty height allowed for a panoramic view of the whole tribe.

Immediately, he decided to use it as his routine place for work and rest.

The tower was incredibly large and tall, with a base spanning two to three hundred meters and boasting thirteen floors.

The top was the Council Hall of the tribe.

Xiao Chen designated the eleventh and twelfth floors as his living space.

As for the bottom ten floors, they were used as the tribe’s storage and secret rooms.

With the tribe’s leader personally overseeing it, there probably wasn’t a safer place to keep the tribe’s supplies.

The first floor was the foundation of the entire structure and was built to be very sturdy.

Arriving at the central portion of the space, he dismissed his men, then with a wave of his hand, the beasts stored in the Mountain and River Seal Space instantly filled a third of the entire floor.

The stacked corpses, all kinds of fur and scale armor, along with various medicinal herbs and exotic fruits, were all present, emitting a strong, primal odor.

“Have someone bring Elders over.” Standing in place, Xiao Chen ordered the tribesmen guarding outside.

Within a short quarter of an hour, Grand Elder Tie Wen and Civil Affairs Elder Xiao Tan hurried over.

Upon entering the stone tower, both men were stunned by the sight before them.

Grand Elder Tie Wen was still relatively composed, while Elder Xiao Tan seemed possessed.

Irregardless of the blood stains on the beasts, he threw himself into the pile, looking here and there.

“This… This… This is a mid-grade, one-star Fire-Eating Ox.

This is a mid-grade, one-star Blood Deer.

This big one is the Iron Back Rhino.

Could it be that my old eyes are failing?

This is actually a top-grade, one-star Qingmu Wolf…”

“This is simply squandering resources!” Suddenly, Elder Xiao Tan, who had been absorbed in the sea of meat, dashed out of the tower like a madman.

As he ran, he shouted loudly, “Quick, get help.

Divide these beasts quickly.

If we waste too much time and let the blood dry out, it will be a huge waste.”

Beasts were extremely valuable to the Great Wasteland Ancient Human Tribe.

Their meat could be eaten, their bones could be made into weapons, their tendons could be made into bowstrings, and their skin into armor.

But the most valuable part was the beast’s treasured blood.

Every beast produced a drop of blood at the heart, which was essentially the essence of the whole beast.

Unlike the rest of the blood, which was extremely bloody and wild, this treasured blood was mild and fragrant.

It was an invaluable medicine for the tribe’s children to build their foundation in martial arts.

The treasure blood’s effects were naturally better the stronger the beast was.

For example, ordinary one-star, lower-grade beasts or even common wild animals had poor quality treasured blood.

The significance of a tribe’s yearly harvest of treasured blood, both in terms of quality and quantity, was a measure of a tribe’s strength.

Elder Xiao Tan felt a deep regret seeing the savage beasts piled up here, their fresh blood flowing freely, without any processing or preservation, causing a colossal waste.

Following Elder Xiao Tan’s lead, a group of women, carrying numerous tools and pots, arrived in the stone tower.

They busily stripped the bones and tendons from these beasts, neatly categorizing and sectioning them.

The sectioned beast meat was air-dried for preservation, while the treasured blood was stored away, not to be brought out until the time of the ancestral ritual for the young ones.

Just as the tower was bustling with activity, cries were heard from outside.

“Quiet down those noises!” Grand Elder Tie Wen frowned, raising his voice towards the commotion outside the tower.

“Let’s go and see.” Xiao Chen took the lead, heading out of the stone tower.

Outside the stone gate, a groups of over a hundred people were kneeling.

In their midst were more than ten injured warriors.

These warriors all had one common trait – their bodies were grotesquely mangled, resembling living corpses.

“Oh great tribal chief, please have mercy, do not cast us out.”

At the sight of Xiao Chen, everyone prostrated themselves without getting up.

Some of them had streaks of blood visible on their foreheads, yet they did not halt.

The sound of wailing women and children was heart-wrenching.

“Esteemed chief, these people recently joined our Gu Yuan tribe after their tribes scattered.

Their husbands and fathers have either become crippled or fallen in the recent conflict with the Xuan She Kui Shui Tribes.”

“Honorable chief, in consideration of our blood-soaked, relentless fight for the Gu Yuan tribe, risking injury and the losing of our lives, please don’t drive away our wives and children.

We, crippled warriors, are willing to observe the ancient tradition of the Great Wasteland.”

Over ten disabled soldiers pushed away their families, struggled to crawl to Xiao Chen’s feet, and repeatedly knocked their heads against the ground.

Their wounds split and bled freely, yet they remained unmoved.

Xiao Chen was familiar with the Great Wasteland tradition these wounded soldiers spoke of.

Human tribes has had a long history of struggle.

Among those weak tribes, any incapacitated or old man, unwilling to burden their tribe further, would quietly leave in the dead of night, disappearing into the vast wasteland.

This was the survival method of these weak tribes.

Such was the harsh reality.

Those who left were essentially seeking death, trading their lives for a chance of survival for their loved ones.

Gazing at these steel-willed men, their tragic faces, Xiao Chen didn’t show the slightest pity.

Instead, he bent down to aid these crippled soldiers to stand, and proclaiming his words powerfully, “Members of the Gu Yuan tribe, whether alive or dead, can only belong to Gu Yuan.

Those who die in battle for the tribe and, those who get injured for the tribe are heroes.

I, as your tribe chief, won’t let my brave warriors’ blood to dry and their family’s tears to flow away!”

The resonating voice, like a roll of thunder, passed swiftly through the entire tribe, reaching into the ears of every member of the Gu Yuan tribe.