Legendary Clan Chief-Chapter 32 - 31 Grand Alchemist Hu Guyue_1

32: Chapter 31: Grand Alchemist Hu Guyue_1

32 -31: Grand Alchemist Hu Guyue_1

In this continent, almost every tribe will carve out a section of their territory to serve as a market, a place for trade.

This allows for the exchange of goods within the tribe and provides a place for foreign merchants to lodge and conduct business.

Since the crisis hit the Gu Yuan Tribe a year ago, most of the foreign merchants who originally resided in Gu Yuan have fled, leaving the tribe.

After all, the pursuit of profit is a merchant’s nature, and no one is willing to risk their lives for an unrelated tribe.

However, after the war, everything changed.

Those who had left, and even tribes from far away places, flocked to Gu Yuan.

The once deserted market stalls became popular overnight, and the thriving crowds even brought some extra profits to the Gu Yuan Tribe.

At the end of the market lay a three-story stone building, the only lodging in the Gu Yuan Tribe’s market.

At this moment, inside the most luxurious room on the third floor, an old man and a young man were in discussion.

Of course, the word ‘luxurious’ is relative to the other rooms.

The room was fully equipped with every necessity, and the old man and the young man were in the midst of an intense discussion.

“It seems this lad named Xiao Chen indeed has some semblance of a great leader”.

An aged voice resounded within the room.

Despite the hoarseness, there was a vibrancy and strength that had not faded with age.

In response to the old man’s words, a pale-faced young man replied, “Why would Elder Hu be interested in a trivial tribal leader like Xiao Chen?

He’s far too ruthless.

That’s over a thousand lives he wiped out as if it were nothing”.

After Xiao Chen slaughtered the Scorpion Clan and returned to the tribe, he executed the war soldiers from the Black Mountain Withered Wood Tribe who had been captured during the Tribal War.

Those who had harmed the Gu Yuan people and committed many atrocities were all beheaded without exception.

A thousand heads fell to the ground, showcasing his ruthless side.

“Xiao Mu, your heart is too soft, filled with sympathy.

That’s why you can’t handle being the leader of my Shepherd Moon Tribe.

As the only heir of our tribe, you should remember that a king cannot afford to be too kind.

Threats to the tribe must be exterminated in the bud”.

“Elder Hu, I understand that we should be united as a race and stand against outsiders together.

In ancient times, savage beasts dominated the Great Wasteland, hundreds of clans reigned, and countless natural and man-made disasters ran rampant.

Our human race was weak and faced many hardships.

Yet it was our human ancestors who stood together, developed techniques, learned martial arts, fought against heaven and earth, killed savage beasts, protected all tribes, and shed blood.

Many ancestors lost their lives, but eventually established a place for our race on this continent.

Shouldn’t we follow their example?”

In the young man’s mind, Xiao Chen was ruthless, as terrifying as a devil with horns.

His initial curiosity about Xiao Chen dissipated when he heard of his order to slaughter the war prisoners, and was replaced by a faint disgust.

Looking at the young man’s stubborn complexion, the old man sighed softly.

His eyes filled with pity, the old man patted the young man’s head and said, “Xiao Mu, you are the only one in our Shepherd Moon Tribe who has achieved nine-tenths of the ancestral bloodline in a millennium.

You represent the hope for our tribe in restoring our former glory.

But the heavens are unfair, decreeing that you would be born on the day of the celestial dog devouring the sun”.

Having said that, the old man slowly pulled the young man toward the window and looked at the bustling crowd below.

He said again, “The celestial dog devouring the sun, a phenomenon that happens once in a hundred years, causes the world to be filled with excessive shadow energy and provokes chaos.

The endless shadow energy that overflowed into your body when you were born has weakened you and made it impossible to cultivate. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

It’s so unfair that I, Hu Guyue, promise to wander through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and countless tribes to find a cure for you”.

Looking at the old man’s worn face, the young man felt a mix of emotions.

Over the years, the old man had taken him across several regions of the Eastern Continent, traveling through hundreds of tribes, and survived countless nights in the wilderness, all in search of a cure for his condition.

Compared to when they left their tribe, the old man looked even older now, his temples gleaming with silver.

The old man was not only a great warrior of the Towering Realm, but also a grand alchemist, a profession that countless warriors hold in high regard.

Now, however, he had abandoned all his glory to wander for the young man’s sake.

In this savage world, alchemists are a rare profession.

Every alchemist is pursued by countless people, and high-level alchemists even have a large number of followers who serve them and try to win their favor, just to get a pill to boost their power.

The ranks of Alchemists are divided into Junior Alchemist, Senior Alchemist, Grand Alchemist, and Grandmaster, respectively corresponding to the martial realms of Bone Tempering, Blood Refining, etc.

“Elder Hu, I, Cloud Sky, will surely restore the glory of our ancestors, rekindling the supreme glory of the Shepherd Moon Tribe from a thousand years ago, and reclaim the territories and people lost to other tribes.”

Stroking his chin’s beard, the old man nodded approvingly, not saying a word.

His eyes stared at the bustling crowd outside the window, lost in thought.

The market at the moment was packed with people, filled with a rumbling buzz of voices.

“Come and have a look.

This premium Blood Mink Skin in exchange for merely one Clear Blood Grass.”

“Star grade Ferocious Beast Purple Cloud Beast Horn, up for trade with a lower grade War Soldier’s weapon, of any type.”

A sturdy man was vigorously shouting, hawking his Purple Cloud Beast Horn.

Judging by his attire, he seemed to be a hunter roaming the Great Wasteland.

In the continent, the strength of a Beast is measured in stars, which are further divided into top, middle, and lower grades.

They correspond to the power of human warriors.

For example, a one-star Beast’s power matches that of a human in the Bone Tempering realm.

At this moment, a War Soldier dressed like a member of the Gu Yuan Tribe was attracted by the strapping man’s hawking.

Without any attempt to bargain, he casually tossed out a War Saber wrapped in beast skin and loudly announced, “Brave man, I am offering this lower-grade Cloud Stream Saber in exchange for that Purple Cloud Beast Horn of yours.

What do you say?”

Seeing a customer approach, the robust man swiftly seized the flying Saber as if fearing the War Soldier might change his mind.

He hastily threw out the beast horn from his hand, repeatedly saying, “Deal, deal, deal!”

Clasping the Saber, he slowly pulled it out of the beast skin sheath.

The Saber shimmered with vibrant light, its body filled with cloud-patterns stacked on top of each other as if forming auspicious clouds.

Seeing this, the strapping man was quite pleased.

He initially heard that the Gu Yuan Tribe had won a great victory and came hoping to try his luck.

He didn’t expect to actually trade for a handy War Soldier’s weapon.

It surely made his visit worthwhile.

The strapping man usually used a War Saber as his weapon.

It got accidentally damaged while hunting a Beast.

Thus, he took out his long-cherished Purple Cloud Beast Horn to exchange for a weapon.

However, he was not too hopeful about securing a Saber in return.

Looking at the Saber in his hand, the robust man couldn’t help but marvel at the wealth of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

Even a casual War Soldier could afford a low-grade War Soldier’s weapon.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in the joy of acquiring the Saber and was totally oblivious to all his actions that were being watched by an old and a young person, from a stone tower not too far away.

After watching the transaction between the War Soldier of the Gu Yuan Tribe and the strapping man, the elderly man, Hu Guyue, turned to the young man and said, “Xiao Mu, look at these tribesmen from the Gu Yuan Tribe.

Do you see anyone feeling their chieftain is cruel?

Or anyone from the tribe who think their chieftain is wantonly killing innocent people?

In their eyes, their chieftain led them to defeat their enemies and win tribal wars.

These tribespeople understand very well that without their chieftain, Xiao Chen, their fate wouldn’t be better than those captive victims.

Therefore, you must remember: your kindness to your enemies is the cruelty to yourself.”

Seeing the youth fall silent after his words, the old man didn’t rush him.

It seemed as though he was waiting for him to take his time to think.

After a while, the youth finally spoke, “Elder Hu, I want to go out and explore, to see whether the Gu Yuan Tribe is indeed as you described.”

With the sound of a wooden door closing echoed in the room, silence descended.

The whereabouts of the young man and the old man were unknown.