Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity

Chapter 115: Chapter 113: Hope for Old Bull to Upgrade to

Pure Blood (Part One) 1

Translator: 549690339

In the Lower Realm, if there’s anyone I’m not completely confident of dealing With, it would probably only be Ghost Father, the founder of the Heaven Mending Pavilion.

He was a truly prodigious individual, who originated from the upper realm sect Heaven Mending teaching. He was once its brightest core disciple and seen as the hope of the future of Heaven Mending teaching, with great hopes placed upon him.

In that magnificent era of gifted individuals, with just one man and one sword, he suppressed his talented peers so they could not raise their heads, outshining all others for a time. He had ignited the Divine Flame and entered the Godfire Realm even before he officially became an outcast.

In the long years of founding the Heaven Mending Pavilion in the Lower Realm, he should have made significant progress. It’s highly possible that he’s reached a terrifying realm by now, at the very least having achieved the position of a True God.

After all, his natural talent is undeniable. He soloed an entire era, a figure as extraordinary as peerless geniuses typically are. Even though the resources and spiritual energy in the Lower Realm are greatly inferior to the Upper Realm, he can still forge his own path.

However, if Jiang Hui remembers correctly, although this individual is powerful with unstoppable prowess, his current state is peculiar.

Several years ago, he had been stabbed through the Heavenly Crown by the woman he loved. Now, he only has his God Soul attached to his broken sword, mumbling incoherently, closer to dead than alive.

He stepped forward when the Swallowing Sky Sparrow, Qiong Qi, and other powerful beings tried to destroy the Heaven Mending Pavilion.

Alone, he fought a bloody battle, walking on a path of swords, single-handedly taking on several Godfire adversaries, which resulted in his already unstable God Soul being severely damaged and nearly completely destroyed.

Putting aside all else and judging him purely on this point alone, this Ghost Father seemed to be a person full of vigor.

Most importantly, his beliefs are quite similar to Jiang Hui’s own, they both have something they’re willing to risk their lives to protect.

Pulling back from his thoughts, he ceased thinking about these extraneous matters.

Overthinking didn’t just make things unclear, it often led to self-confusion.

Time passed leisurely and was at peace.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty days had leisurely passed.

Thanks to the large amount of Black Gold Tu Wa had extorted from those major clans.

During this time, Liu Village underwent a complete replacement in terms of weaponry.

Although there is no one in the village who’s skilled in blacksmithing, they made up for it by trial and error.

After squandering thousands of kilograms of Black Gold, the entire Liu Village with a collective effort, finally managed to train a decent blacksmith.

It was a young lad, strong and sturdy, with black and bright eyes that hinted at his intelligence. He loved research and was the only one who could forge weapons from Black Gold.

Although his potential in cultivation was limited, he was willing to endure hardship and put in the work. In one winter and spring, he had improved his Body Tempering Scripture to a considerable degree, and with every swing of his arm, he displayed a strength of several tens of thousands of kilograms. Such strength was nothing out of the ordinary in Liu Village, but in other tribes, he would sweep through in all directions, easily crushing a small-sized tribe, and exceeding the requirements to be a blacksmith.

Apart from this young lad, Old man Lin carefully selected three apprentices who were capable and efficient.

Being a craftsman not only required physical strength but also mental acuity, at least for the construction of different objects, features, and so on.

With one master leading three apprentices, they dived into the makeshift workshop built by old man Lin.

As the deafening sounds of striking metal echoed out.

At noon, the second weapon was successfully forged. It was a long saber, entirely made of Black Gold, its edge sharp as it shimmered with the icy chill only metal could have. It was broad and thick at the back, and though it wasn’t as exquisite or elaborate as the weapons of the Great Clan Descendants, it was sturdy and sincere and in black hue. It easily split rocks in two.

Especially, the young lad had made some special designs on the handle of the saber, making it easier to grip. It didn’t look good but it was practical, making it very suitable for the powerful men of Liu Village.

Such a saber, entirely forged from Black Gold, would definitely cause a frenzy if left out in the open.

To major clans, Black Gold might not be a particularly precious material. However, to the majority of people struggling for survival in the wilderness, possessing such a weapon could greatly enhance their chances of survival.

A weapon purely forged from Black Gold might not match the famed divine weapons. But whether in terms of sharpness or resistance to wear, it greatly exceeds ordinary weapons and could effortlessly cut through the tough skin of Ferocious Beasts.

Such a weapon could be considered a precious artifact in other tribes.

But in Liu Village, almost everyone had one.

Seeing this, Jiang Hui was pleased.

To him, Liu Village resembled a baby, still in the process of crawling. Every visible change would excite him and give him a profound sense of accomplishment, like playing a simulation business game.

Unconsciously, several more days quickly passed, and it was time for the monthly Dragon egg summoning.

This was undoubtedly the second most anticipated moment for Jiang Hui, besides leveling up.

Without hesitation, he used the summoning option.

“Congratulations, you have incredibly good luck to summon an Epic Grade Dragon Egg from the vast sea of dust.”

“Epic Grade Dragon Egg Hatching Method: Every midday, keep the dragon egg in ordinary beast blood, and let it bask in the sun for a quarter of an hour. Do this for to consecutive days, and the egg will successfully hatch.”

“Friendly reminder: If for any reason, the time is less or more than required, it may lead to failure in hatching the dragon egg.”

If the hatching fails, you will lose the dragon egg!”

With this message.

The specific hatching requirement and method for this Epic Grade Dragon Egg wins slowly appears before Jiang Hui’s eyes.

This time it’s different; it doesn’t require fresh blood and organs of Ancient Times species, but tests patience and care instead.

A quarter of an hour is not long, but not short either, and it must be precisely at midday. If you’re not careful, it’s easy to miss.

However, Jiang Hui was not too worried about this.

Upon reaching the seventh level, his Five Senses skill greatly improved, now covering a thousand kilometer radius.

Within this range, even a tiny dust particle could be observed meticulously.

He s obtained control over time like never before.

Most importantly, he could hatch this dragon egg all by himself.

Once again, the time seemed to fly past, and ten days swiftly passed without a single misstep.

That day.

When it was in the shadows of the trees, the Epic Grade Dragon Egg turned into a ray of light shooting towards Jiang Hui.

At the same time, several glowing items appeared before his eyes-these were all the rewards from hatching the Epic Grade Dragon Egg.

Jiang Hui was a little excited; after all, Epic Grade and higher dragon eggs contain a hundred percent guarantee for a rare item.

His spiritual sense stirred as it pounced onto the glowing items, and the detailed information and names of the items instantly appeared before his eyes..