Chapter 185: The Cultivation System of the Eastern Continent

"Wait!"

Both the young Priest and Chief Leon reached out their hands, speaking up to stop them. The footsteps of the Crimson people paused slightly, leaning over to look at them.

The young Priest cleared his throat, trying to make his voice as soft as possible:

"The leaders, Leon and I, have not said anything yet, so everyone should not be so tense. I just wanted to test the strength of your team member earlier to see exactly how strong he was to be able to beat a level 4 Intermediate Martial Artist to the ground."

He bared his teeth in a smile: "You all know that our tribe is inherently enthusiastic as well as open-minded, so we often use the most direct methods to express our desires. As for Shen, Shen is naturally competitive, speaking without knowing moderation. We will definitely discipline Shen."

Leon nodded vigorously: "That is right, everything is just a misunderstanding, do you not agree?"

The crowd from the Golden Lion tribe nodded vigorously. Not mentioning their strength, just the two items that the healer had just taken out were enough to make it impossible to let the Crimson people leave.

They knew about pottery but had never seen any pottery that was pure white, with exquisite patterns as well as such colors. They had also never seen anyone who could make such beautiful jewelry. The Crimson tribe was definitely a very wealthy tribe. If the Golden Lion tribe could befriend the Crimson tribe, they would not have to worry about not being able to buy good items.

Draven curled his lips, turning around to whisper into Aaron’s ear: "Vice-captain, if everything is a misunderstanding, we should also ease the tension. We still have matters to ask of the Golden Lion tribe anyway, turning against them is not good."

Although it was called whispering, Draven completely did not control his volume. With the sharp ears of the Lion clan, the people of the Golden Lion tribe naturally heard everything. The eyes of Leon and the young Priest both sparkled with joy.

Having a request was good, at least the Golden Lion tribe could keep the Crimson people here!

Aaron frowned in deep thought, subsequently raising his head to look at his mate. Evan cooperatively nodded once. Aaron took the opportunity to say: "Alright then, we will have to trouble you all for a while longer."

"No trouble, no trouble!" Leon waved his hand, winking at the young Priest. The young Priest softened his voice again:

"There is still some time until dinner, would you all like to go to the communal house of our tribe to sit for a while? We all want to make friends with each other anyway."

Aaron nodded: "That is fine." He then turned around to tell his clansmen to return to the guest house. He along with Evan and Draven went to the communal house of the Golden Lion tribe.

During the day, Aaron’s team did not go out to avoid arousing suspicion, this was their first time directly looking at the structure of the Golden Lion tribe. In terms of population, the Golden Lion tribe consisted entirely of the golden-furred Lion clan. Everyone looked the same with a head of bright blonde hair. The number of people was also quite large. Today, except for the beastmen responsible for guarding, all the people in the tribe gathered to watch the commotion. Aaron glanced over briefly, estimating there must be several thousand people.

Regarding architecture, they built houses with stone, cutting the stones into square shapes twice as large as the baked bricks in Crimson, building houses with domed roofs. The interior also had supporting pillars along with trusses. Aside from the shape, the structures were not much different from brick houses.

Their utensils were mainly made of stone, wood along with beast bones. As for pottery, Aaron only saw a small water-boiling pot when he stepped into the communal house.

It seemed that the operational form of this tribe was quite similar to Crimson before Crimson developed.

After settling into their seats, exchanging a few polite words, Aaron got straight to the point:

"I will not beat around the bush anymore, we really do have a matter to ask of you. We did not come out for training but were teleported here. Our tribe lives in seclusion, self-sufficient, having not interacted with the outside world for a very long time."

Aaron slowly recounted his situation. He naturally concealed a bit about their identities, the abnormal strength of Sane’s family of five along with the place where they actually lived. Currently, the team still did not know the situation of the Eastern Continent. If they risked revealing that they were from the Southern Continent, they might be locked up to be interrogated about the route to the Southern and Northern Continents.

"We were just resting peacefully, who knew a black hole would appear from nowhere, sweeping all of us here. Our family members are still waiting for us to return, so we respectfully ask for your help.

First, please help our captain along with his family. That little Priest of ours is an extremely outstanding person. He can find the way back to the tribe. When that time comes, we will generously reward you all without lacking anything."

The two leaders of the Golden Lion tribe frowned in contemplation, asking again with a bit of disbelief:

"Were you really teleported here? Could you have accidentally activated some ancient spatial array?"

Aaron nodded affirmatively: "We were indeed teleported here. As for whether we activated some array or not, I cannot know. We appeared in the Illusion Forest, so I can be sure that our captain along with his family were also teleported to the Illusion Forest."

The young Priest and Leon looked at each other, hesitating for a moment. Leon said to the three of them:

"We need to discuss this further. We are just a small tribe with over five thousand people anyway. Many things are also beyond our reach. Our tribe and the White Lion, Peacock along with Silver Snake tribes have quite close relationships. Can we discuss your matter with those tribes?"

Leon emphasized again: "Rest assured, I dare to step up to guarantee their character. There are absolutely no evil plots. Except for a few Silver Snake brats in the Silver Snake tribe whose personalities are a bit cold, everyone else is honest as well as loyal."

The three of them looked at each other, putting their heads together to whisper. After a while, Aaron nodded in agreement:

"Alright, if possible, please ask those tribes to help us. We know the danger level of the Illusion Forest, so the reward we offer will be equivalent to the cost of hiring a professional exploration team."

"Good, as long as the price is reasonable, this matter is considered settled." Leon nodded cheerfully, subsequently adding: "You are so strong, why do you have to disguise yourselves as Martial Artists?"

Aaron smiled, saying: "We are indeed Martial Artists, without any disguise at all. I observed the sparring match earlier. I can confirm that the Sub-Beast of your tribe is much stronger than my team member. If they fought seriously on the arena, my team member would definitely lose."

The young Priest frowned, speaking firmly: "Impossible! My strength has almost reached a High-stage Martial Artist, yet I was kicked flying by your team member just now. I am certain this is not the strength of Martial Artists!"

Aaron nodded, replying: "It seems our cultivation systems are different, so the way we unleash our strength is different. I am still not very clear about the current cultivation system on the Eastern Continent. Could you introduce the cultivation system to us in detail?"

"This is not difficult at all." Leon sat down confidently, beginning to explain the cultivation system of the Eastern Continent.

Currently, the Eastern Continent placed ’Martial Arts’ as the priority. The martial arts training levels were divided into four tiers respectively:

Martial Artist, Martial Master, Martial Saint, Martial God.

These tiers were also divided into sub-stages respectively: Primary stage, Intermediate stage, High stage, Saint stage, Divine stage.

"I am currently a Saint-stage Martial Artist. It will only take a short time before I can advance to the Divine stage. After passing the examination of the Divine Martial Temple in Spire city, I can advance to the rank of Martial Master." Leon placed his left hand on his right wrist, slowly pulling outward. A golden spear sparkling with golden light slowly appeared: "Any Martial Artist reaching the Intermediate stage realm can condense their Martial Weapon. The Martial Weapon will also change its level according to each stage of the martial arts practitioner’s Martial power."

Aaron and the other two gaped at the bright spear, unable to suppress the shock in their hearts. Being able to condense a Martial Weapon using Martial power, with a level equivalent to the owner, meant that if a martial arts practitioner reached the Divine-stage Martial God level, he would only need to swing the Martial Weapon once to flatten the entire Beastman Continent.

Aaron took a deep breath, adjusting his mood. He said: "We do not practice martial arts. We cultivate based on Beast Power and Beast Energy. Our levels are collectively called Warriors. Warriors are divided into levels: from level 1 to 3 is Primary, from level 4 to 6 is Intermediate, from level 7 to 9 is Advanced, from level 10 to 11 is Saint Beast, level 12 is Demigod, from above level 12 is God."

As for Divine Energy, Aaron found it inconvenient to disclose, so he grouped Divine Energy into the category of Beast Energy.

After speaking for a while, Aaron’s eyes lit up, saying:

"Can I spar with you? I am currently a level five warrior. I want to test where my strength ranks compared to a Saint-stage Martial Artist."

Leon naturally agreed cheerfully. He was already eager to know the strength of this leader. The young Priest hurriedly said:

"Go to the arena to fight, lest everyone thinks you two have a conflict with each other."

Everyone walked briskly to the arena together. Draven also did not forget to drag all the team members along. The Sub-Beast who had fought earlier walked over sluggishly, whimpering into Draven’s ear:

"Sir, can I ask for some massage ointment? That guy’s limbs are like boulders. Every hit hurts. Now my entire body hurts everywhere from top to bottom. Even taking a step is painful."

Draven was startled, hurriedly examining the injuries of this Sub-Beast. His expression darkened, saying:

"Your bones and tendons are all dislocated from their positions. Hurry up, get back to lie still in one place for me. Massage ointment is useless. Let me perform an intensive treatment for you."

A beastman showed extreme surprise: "Is that Sub-Beast that formidable? Then why did he lose to our person?"

Draven said: "He is an Intermediate Martial Artist, naturally having skills. As for why he lost, it is probably because he could not keep up with our combat techniques. Later, when Aaron fights Chief Leon, you all pay attention to observe to understand. When we return, I will analyze their cultivation system for you to hear."

Draven finished speaking, proactively giving up watching the competition, taking the Sub-Beast back for treatment. Of course, the intensive treatment Draven mentioned was not using his Divine Energy to heal the Sub-Beast instantly, but rather proceeding to realign the bones as well as tendons, soaking the Sub-Beast in medicine, combining it with taking long-term treatment medication.

During the process of realigning the bones and tendons, Draven rarely showed a cruel intention by not using painkillers. Therefore, inside the guest house area, tragic screams resembling a slaughtered pig continuously rang out, making everyone who heard the screams shudder.

After a period of struggling, the young Sub-Beast was drenched in sweat all over, sobbing, guaranteeing not to casually fight anymore in the future. Only then was Draven satisfied to bestow a little mercy, giving the Sub-Beast painkillers to drink.

The Sub-Beast cried a river in his heart.

Lord Draven, you have become exactly as evil as the Lord Priest!