Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“Save him, of course we must save him. Shi Liang, you stay here to heal, and I will lead people to rescue Uncle,” said Zhu Rong in a loud call, pressing the pills into the hands of the young man named Shi Liang and turning to leave.

Within moments, the Blazing Prairie Tribe was filled with a roaring sound as more than a dozen tribespeople clad in bamboo and wood armor and wielding weapons followed Zhu Rong and charged out.

Watching this scene, Han Muye shook his head.

Zhu Rong may have decent combat strength now, but it was a pity that his experience was too limited and his understanding of the Desolate Wilderness was not enough.

Charging in like that would certainly be a disaster.

Not to say that the demon beasts and divine beasts in the Desolate Wilderness lack intelligence — they are cunning.

Han Muye raised his hand to beckon, and the Gray Wolf, which had been dozing off in the distance, came running over.

This fellow was also sharp; ever since he saw the strength of the Blazing Prairie Tribe, he decided to stick around and wouldn’t leave.

Although it was Han Muye’s mount, this creature knew how to please people; the tribe’s adults and children were all willing to ride it, and it also helped in hunting and carrying prey.

In this way, the Gray Wolf was living quite comfortably among the tribe.

Despite the Gray Wolf’s not insignificant combat strength, it was still far from being a divine beast.

Now, mixing in with the tribe, it got to eat meat every day without worry of being hunted by divine beasts — how comfortable was that?

The Gray Wolf knew that to live well in the tribe, the truly important figure one mustn’t offend was Han Muye.

At Han Muye’s call, it immediately ran over.

With a leap, Han Muye landed on the back of the Gray Wolf and with a light pat, the wolf sped off.

Shi Liang stood in front of the stone house with a blank expression on his face.

Some time ago, he had heard that a Ritual Master had come to the Blazing Prairie Tribe, and it seemed that his cousin had also found a fortuitous opportunity.

However, the two tribes were far apart, and they only exchanged information when tribe members met during hunting; there had been no chance to come and investigate, but could this be real?

“I hope… it’s not too late…” Shi Liang knelt on the ground, pressing his hands on the earth, and murmured softly.

The Gray Wolf was not very fast, merely trailing tens of miles behind Zhu Rong and his group.

Ahead, the power of Zhu Rong’s blood essence and flames clashed and roared, visible from tens of miles away.

After an hour’s travel covering two hundred miles, a thunderous noise came from up ahead.

Zhu Rong’s furious shouts shook the heavens and earth, splintering the light of flames.

By the time Han Muye arrived on the Gray Wolf, the fight at this location had already ended.

Several demon beasts lay burnt and charred, their claws and teeth plucked out.

These demon beasts were no weaker than the Gray Wolf, and upon seeing their pitiful state, the wolf couldn’t help but lower its head and let out a soft whine.

It was fortunate to have made the right choice, or else it might have been burnt to a crisp by now.

Booming sounds continued from up ahead, clearly indicating that Zhu Rong had been pushing through forcibly along the way.

No demon beast could stop his progress, while his tribespeople followed behind, collecting claws, teeth, and other materials that could be taken away immediately.

After advancing another hundred miles, golden light flickered in Han Muye’s eyes, and a light screen rose up in front of him.

Within the light screen, Zhu Rong wielded his hooked spear with full force, turning streams of flames into dragons coiling around him in an entwined dance.

All the demon beasts in his path were blown away by the dragons.

The strength of the Divine Flame Power resonated; weaker demon beasts were torn apart on the spot, and even the stronger ones bore burns on their furs, baring their teeth and writhing in pain.

These are the rules of fire, the display of Origin Power; lacking the necessary levels, they were simply courting death.

The tribespeople following Zhu Rong formed a simple battle formation, surging forward in his wake.

Their weapons were also imbued with Flame Power, which, upon colliding with scattered flames, summoned fire dragons to wreak havoc everywhere.

“Roar—” A heaven-shaking roar echoed from the mountains in the distance.

A black tiger with wings on its back charged down from the peak.

Han Muye, who had previously subdued several tiger demons and divine beasts, was familiar with such winged black tigers.

The Ancient Tiger Clan was already a powerful group in the Desolate Wilderness, with species like the white tiger, black tiger, and several other clans all being of divine beast status.

This particular black tiger possessed a trace of the Divine Beast Bloodline of the Heavenly Black Tiger, with both strength and speed being fairly strong, but only balanced.

Among the divine beasts, such strength was at the bottom.

Having spent a significant amount of time in the Desolate Wilderness, Han Muye had roughly figured out the general distribution of the strengths of the divine beasts here.

Those without Divine Beast Bloodline and only at the level of demon beasts didn’t need much consideration, except for a few with exceptional individual strengths; the rest, even if numerous as the hairs of an ox, were merely sustenance for the divine beasts.

Those with Divine Beast Bloodline were generally called divine beasts.

But not all divine beasts were the same.

Some divine beast bloodline powers amounted to merely one-thousandth, others one percent, and the mighty ones not only possessed pure Divine Beast Bloodline power but also multiple bloodline powers.

Just like in the Great Desolate, the bloodline power levels of the Golden Crow clan were divided into Scorching Sun, Bright Sun, Hong Chaoyang, Extreme Sun, and Great Sun Golden Crow among several other levels.

This black tiger approximately had one-thousandth of a divine beast bloodline.

The Origin Bloodline on Zhu Rong was not particularly thick, but compared to the black tiger in front of him, it was still much stronger.

The bloodline power that Zhu Rong had awakened and condensed had already reached one-third of its potential.

“Kill.” Watching the black tiger charge down, Zhu Rong let out a loud cry and thrust forward with his long spear.

A flame behind him morphed into light wings, stretching into ten-foot spans.

With a single movement, he crossed a distance of ten thousand feet, his hooked spear tracing a fire dragon through the air.

The fire dragon surged, tearing through the space before him.

The black tiger lifted its front paw, colliding with the fire dragon.

The fire dragon roared and exploded, scattering into numerous floating fireballs around them.