1459 Second Sword, Black Abyss, Hunted by the Human Race (3)

Knowing that the black tiger understood his words, Han Muye spoke loudly.

The black tiger was reluctant to part with the True Spirit Bone, but it only whimpered a few times before agreeing.

So what if he didn’t agree?

The Golden Crow Divine Flame that Han Muye had displayed when he was refining the sword and cauldron made it tremble.

Seeing that Black Tiger had agreed, Han Muye carried the basket in satisfaction and turned around. “If there are precious spirit herbs, I want them too.”

With that, he picked up the Black Abyss Sword and strode out of the cave.

The alchemy cauldron was left behind to avoid arousing suspicion among the clan members.

Cultivation techniques and swords were easy to deal with. Where did such a huge cauldron come from? How could he explain it?

Although the people of the Han Mountain Clan were simple and honest, they were not fools.

If he wanted to integrate into the Golden Crow Clan, he had to remember his current identity.

The young patriarch of the Golden Crow Race, Han Mountain.

It was much faster to return to the Han Mountain Clan.

Using the Black Abyss Sword to fly, he landed at the foot of Han Mountain Ridge in less than half an hour.

This was because Han Muye did not use his essence spirit power.

If he activated the flying sword with all his might, he could cross a thousand miles in a hundred breaths.

This was the Great Desolate. Every inch of heaven and earth was extremely stable. To break through the obstruction of the Heaven and Earth powers and fly a thousand miles in a hundred breaths was a method only true spirit experts had.

Han Chaohu and the others heaved a sigh of relief at Han Muye’s return.

Even though he knew that Han Muye was extremely strong and would definitely be fine, the current Han Muye was the pillar of the entire Han Mountain Clan. Without Han Muye’s support, the Han Mountain Clan would definitely not be able to deal with the various tribes.

“The Patriarch of the Black Flood Dragon Clan, Feng Zhen, and the Patriarch of the Black Panther Clan, Lu Changlin?” Hearing Han Chaohu and the others report that these two had come, Han Muye’s expression changed.

Feng Zhen might really be here to visit him. As for the Black Panther Clan, he most likely had no good intentions.

“This is a gift from Patriarch Feng Zhen.

“This is the short knife that Lu Changlin produced.”

Han Yunhe showed the gifts to Han Muye.

After everyone left, Han Muye sat cross-legged and began to cultivate. As he deduced and cultivated the Heaven Suppression Technique inherited by the Patriarch to stabilize his eighth level Yuan Spirit cultivation, he deduced a few cultivation techniques in the clan.

After everyone left, Han Muye sat cross-legged and began to cultivate. As he deduced and cultivated the Heaven Suppression Technique inherited by the Patriarch to stabilize his eighth level Essence Spirit cultivation, he deduced a few cultivation techniques of the clan.

Spearmanship, archery, and the Vast Heavens Rampage of the clan.

These techniques were practiced by most of the tribe members. Now, Han Muye’s task was to optimize and enhance their effectiveness.

Following the original cultivation methods wouldn’t generate enough origin power, and it wouldn’t awaken bloodline powers.

Only after optimization, with cultivation methods that aligned with the current forces of heaven and earth, could the bloodline powers of the clan members be awakened.

Moreover, these tribe members were already accustomed to these techniques. With slight modifications, they could accept them more quickly.

In the next few days, Han Muye gave the modified techniques and the Heaven Breaking Fist to the tribe members. Then, he gathered various spirit herbs and prepared for alchemy.

Han Dingyi had a breakthrough in cultivation, and with the newly obtained longbow, hunting was no longer Han Muye’s concern.

There was plenty of food in the clan these days, and the children were cheering and playing every day.

Unknowingly, half a month had passed.

“Young Patriarch Han, these are the spirit herbs that my Elder asked us to send over.” A group of white-tailed foxes came to the Han Mountain Clan, bringing many spirit herbs.

These were the ones Han Muye had asked Hu Qiang to collect before.

“Elder said that in exchange for the resources for these spiritual herbs, we can wait until he comes to the Han Mountain Clan to participate in the Patriarch’s inheritance ceremony.”

The middle-aged man in the leather robe cupped his hands.

It was obvious that Hu Qiang knew the background of the Han Mountain Clan.

Han Chaohu heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.

He had no choice. The Han Mountain Clan was really poor now.

The resources needed by the young patriarch for these spirit herbs were not insignificant, and the clan couldn’t produce valuable items to exchange.

“How can that do?” Han Muye shook his head and took out a jade-white pill.

“The quality of this healing pill is pure enough to exchange for these spirit herbs.”

In theory, this pill couldn’t be exchanged for these spirit herbs, but this pill had a pure medicinal power that not everyone could produce.

In this way, the price was not calculated based on its original value.

Taking the pill, the middle-aged White-Tailed Fox tribe member sensed it and revealed a surprised expression.

They traded around, and the value of this pill for healing was clear to him.

According to the rumors in the market, a healing pill with such medicinal power could be exchanged for more than twice the value of the spirit herbs brought today.

“Young Patriarch, rest assured. I’ll definitely deliver this pill to Elder Hu Qiang.”

The big man spoke solemnly.

In his opinion, this was the young patriarch of the Han Mountain Clan expressing goodwill.

Han Chaohu and the others did not know how Han Muye had such a pill, but they had seen him take one out last time. It was probably the legacy of the previous patriarch.

However, he did not know why the young patriarch accepted these spirit herbs.

After the White-Tailed Fox clan left, Han Muye turned to look at Han Chaohu and others behind him.

“I found the place where a senior sat down in the depths of the forests. There is a divine black tiger guarding it.

“There is also an alchemy cauldron and some inheritances.”

During the more than 10 days of being together, Han Muye showed many extraordinary things. Now, he attributed all of them to the black tiger.

He deliberately arranged some decorations in the cave where the black tiger was.

When he brought Han Chaohu and the others into the forest and entered the cave, he found the cauldron he had refined, the raw minerals collected by the black tiger, and some scattered divine patterns. He immediately believed them without a doubt.

It seemed that their young patriarch not only had profound cultivation and extraordinary talent but also had extraordinary luck.

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