The next morning, before dawn, the thin mist of Silver Gray Star still lingered among the wooden houses of the Barbarian encampment, and the cool wind, carrying the scent of pine after the rain, swept across the frost-covered grass.Mu Ya pushed open the wooden door of his cabin, and the cold, crisp air rushed into his lungs. He instinctively stretched his shoulders, his bones emitting a slight crackle.Immediately after, a set of powerful and vigorous boxing (fist techniques) slowly unfolded—this was the 'Icefield Battle Fist', passed down for hundreds of years in the Cold Winter Tribe, with every move containing the ferocity of battling giant beasts of the icefield.Even though he had practiced it thousands of times, he still diligently honed it every day without fail, wanting every movement to be etched into his bones, becoming an instinct of his body.As his fists and feet danced, a surging vital energy slowly spread from within him, like an invisible wave of heat, dispelling the chill of the early morning.Just as the fist techniques reached their midpoint, a figure emerged from the nearby woods—the person was not particularly burly but was lean and sharp like a drawn hunting knife. Icy-blue battle tattoos snaked from his neck down to his chest, and a lingering coldness was hidden deep in his eyes.Mu Ya noticed him, but his movements didn't pause in the slightest. Only after completing the final stance and standing firm did he turn to look, his tone calm: "Sa Qi, I know what you want to say, but your idea won't work."Sa Qi slowly approached, his voice hoarse as if abraded by sandpaper: "Mu Ya, are you really going to lead our tribesmen to work for the Imperials?Have you forgotten who destroyed our tribe? Forgotten how our people were slaughtered by them?""I haven't forgotten!" Mu Ya suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and intense hatred flashed in his eyes. "I will remember those blood debts for a lifetime! But Terrida said that Imperial will help us return to our homeland and reclaim the land that was stolen from us. This is our only chance to let our people survive and to seek revenge.""A chance? You actually believe the Imperials' 'chance'!" Sa Qi's eyes suddenly became sinister. "Why would he help us? What's in it for him? I'm telling you, he just wants to use us as tools! Once he's squeezed all our strength, he'll discard us like trash!"He took a step forward, lowering his voice even further, with a hint of seduction: "Now is the best time to escape—we've just taken the potion and our strength has greatly increased. As long as we take a few Imperials hostage and seize their spaceship, we can go straight home!"Mu Ya slowly shook his head, his tone heavy with a trace of solemnity: "Sa Qi, you're thinking too simply. Why do you think Terrida wants to live with us? If we were to make a move, we'd first have to get past Terrida—and setting aside whether we could win, how many of our tribesmen's lives would we have to sacrifice?""So what!" Sa Qi's voice suddenly rose, his eyes filled with obsession. "As long as we can go home and get revenge, what's a little sacrifice!"Mu Ya looked at him and sighed softly in his heart. The old Sa Qi wasn't like this. Back then, he was the calmest hunter in the Cold Winter Tribe, capable of lurking in an ice cave for three days and three nights just to wait for an icefield bear; to protect his tribesmen, he even dared to fight a pack of wolves alone.But ever since his parents, wife, and child died under the Imperials' blades, he had completely changed. Only the flames of revenge remained in his eyes, leaving no room for anything else.Mu Ya understood this pain, but he was the leader and couldn't just focus on hatred—firstly, Barbarians had always valued loyalty and kept their promises. Since coming here, they hadn't suffered any abuse; instead, they had hot meals, warm houses, and potions that could transform their bodies. This debt of gratitude was here; if he were to call for rebellion, how many tribesmen would follow?Secondly, the weapons in Terrida's hands were truly divine artifacts, each a treasure only worthy of a great tribal chieftain. In their hands, they only had axes and spears made of stone. If a real fight broke out, no matter how many people they had, they couldn't bridge the gap in weaponry.Once they failed, not only would the warriors die, but the old, weak, women, and children behind them would also be buried with them."Sa Qi, I know the hatred in your heart." Mu Ya took a step forward, placed a hand on his shoulder, his tone serious and pleading, "I also know that last night you sought out Wu Hou, Luo Ya, and the others. But I beg you, think about the consequences of failure for the tribesmen around us. We cannot afford it."Sa Qi felt the strength in Mu Ya's palm and saw the determination in his eyes. His tense body slowly relaxed, his gaze dropped, and his voice was low: "Understood."Just then, an urgent shout came from afar: "Mu Ya! Mu Ya! The Imperial Terrida spoke of has arrived!"Mu Ya and Sa Qi's eyes narrowed simultaneously, and they quickly ran towards the center of the encampment.They saw a black aircraft slowly descending, its engine's roar gradually fading.The hatch opened, and a tall figure stepped out—dressed in black, with black hair, a stern face, and a physique that wasn't particularly burly but stood as straight as a green pine in the snow, exuding a steady aura."Boss!" Terrida, leading a group of Barbarian warriors, quickly went to greet him. Mu Ya also led his tribesmen to follow.This was the "Boss" Terrida spoke of? Mu Ya subtly scrutinized Qin Tian. From him, he couldn't sense any vital energy fluctuations of a strong person, as if he were an ordinary person with no power to even truss a chicken.Yet Terrida, and those powerful Barbarian warriors, were actually pledging allegiance to an ordinary person?Mu Ya found it incredible, but the scene before him left him no choice but to believe it."Boss, let me introduce you." Terrida stepped aside, pointing at Mu Ya and saying, "Most of these compatriots are from the Cold Winter Tribe, and this is their leader, Mu Ya."Qin Tian's gaze fell on Mu Ya—this Barbarian leader was half a head taller than Terrida, with icy-blue battle tattoos carved on his exposed arms, tight braids against his scalp, and deep blue eyes ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ full of calmness and composure."Mu Ya, warriors of the Cold Winter Tribe, hello." Qin Tian spoke, but it was in fluent Barbarian, though with a slight regional Barbarian accent.With his current mental strength, learning languages was already effortless. During his two months in Demon Suppression Abyss, he often chatted with Barbarian warriors and had long since mastered the Barbarian language."You... you can speak Barbarian?" Mu Ya's pupils constricted slightly, his face full of surprise, but a strange sense of familiarity inexplicably arose in his heart. Language was a small matter, but behind it lay respect. This Imperial was willing to learn their language, which at least showed that he had the Barbarians in his heart.In this brief moment of détente, a cold gaze quickly swept across Qin Tian's face—it was Sa Qi.He quietly turned his head, exchanging glances with Wu Hou, Luo Ya, and others nearby, a determined glint flashing in his eyes.This human seemed like an ordinary person, yet he was Terrida's employer, the most distinguished in status.Taking him hostage would be the easiest, and it would completely eliminate Mu Ya's hesitation. As long as he was captured, everyone in the Cold Winter Tribe would have no choice but to rebel with him, with no turning back!This opportunity was fleeting; he absolutely couldn't miss it.Sa Qi's footsteps moved forward silently, his fingers subtly tightening around the stone axe hidden behind his back; Wu Hou and Luo Ya also, using the cover of the crowd, slowly approached Qin Tian's direction, their eyes flashing with a desperate ruthlessness.

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