Legendary Clan Chief-Chapter 55 - 54 Departure Second Update_1

55: Chapter 54 Departure (Second Update)_1

55: Chapter 54 Departure (Second Update)_1

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

To prevent a renewed onslaught of beasts, at the request of the Wuya Clan’s chieftain Wuya Xiong, Xiao Chen spent a few more days with the Wuya Clan.

Furthermore, while the effectiveness of the elixir had restored over eighty percent of Xiao Chen’s injuries, he was still not fit enough to travel for an extended period.

Consequently, at Wuya Xiong’s request, he readily agreed to stay.

Creak!

With the squeaky noise of a wooden door being pushed open, in a small courtyard not far from the Chieftain’s Mansion of the Wuya Clan, two wooden doors were slowly opened.

Out walked Xiao Chen, still clad in his green battle armor, from the Stone House.

As the chilling wind approached, the sky appeared somewhat bleak, and he took a deep breath of the cold air.

“It’s windy.”

After three days of rest, Xiao Chen’s injuries could be said to be ninety-nine percent healed.

Moreover, having experienced two near-death battles, he had had no time to reflect on these experiences.

These few days of rest allowed him just that – a chance to reflect on his shortcomings.

The Way of Martial Arts requires constant self-improvement and exploration of the body’s hidden depths.

The best training is the fight for life and death.

Only by experiencing life-and-death battles and fighting against the various clans all over the Great Wasteland, bloodthirsty beasts, and the endless world, could one further explore one’s hidden depths and unleash one’s potential.

Gazing at life and death entails extreme terror.

If one isn’t mad, how can one survive?

Transforming in the face of life and death allows one to grow even further.

To better explore the great mysteries of the body, some people of the Great Wasteland Ancient Human Tribe even chose to live as ascetics, placing themselves in danger every day, venturing into hazardous places in heaven and earth or into foreign ethnic communities.

Those who seek, only seek they are prepared for.

After experiencing two life-and-death battles, the initially awkward-seeming flow of Combat Qi in Xiao Chen’s veins due to his rapid upgrade, had disappeared.

In its place was a smooth, heart-desired sensation.

With nothing to carry, Xiao Chen left the small courtyard and headed towards the Wuya Clan Chief’s mansion.

His purpose for this visit was to bid farewell to Wuya Xiong.

As for Master Hu Guyue, he had not wasted any time in his excitement and gone back to the Gu Yuan Tribe the day after Xiao Chen received the Blood Marrow Fruit.

After all, it was the fulfillment of a long-held wish.

Seeing the dawn of hope would make anyone extremely excited.

When it came to concocting the medicine, compared to Xiao Chen, a semi-qualified Pill Master, he believed he was a hundred times stronger.

Furthermore, with the presence of two unknown evil spirits in Giant Stone Valley, Xiao Chen was extremely concerned about the safety of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

Therefore, Master Hu Guyue’s early return to Gu Yuan lifted a weight off Xiao Chen’s mind.

As for himself, he planned to make a trip to the Duanmu Tribe.

Only when truly walking on the streets of the Wuya Clan could he feel the severity of the beast tide.

The scene was truly shocking.

The previously bustling clan was now desolate.

There weren’t exactly nine out of ten empty houses, but about five out of ten were vacant, making the entire Wuya Clan seem eerily quiet.

Even though several days had passed since the beast tide, faint traces of dried blood could still be seen on the ground.

The blood of the Human Tribe’s brave warriors.

Looking up, parts of the distant city wall built along the gradient were broken down into several sections, and the people of the Wuya Clan were hastily repairing it.

In the city, there was a scene of collapsed stone houses and ruined walls.

One could even faintly hear the Wuya people quietly weeping.

The desolate scene was stunningly sad.

Sigh…

This scene, the pure despair, brings tears to one’s eyes.

Even though they are not from his own tribe, being from the same lineage, from the same roots, Xiao Chen still feels an ineffable oppression.

A surge of melancholy engulfs his heart.

He takes a deep breath, working to wrestle it under control.

The bleak situation of the Wuya Clan further strengthens Xiao Chen’s resolve to grow stronger.

He couldn’t bear to see himself or the Gu Yuan Tribe return to the days of uncertainty and constant fear.

As a leader of a tribe, one does not only bear the power over life and death but also a heavy responsibility.

Bearing the fate of the entire tribe on his shoulders, this responsibility is substantial, not to be taken lightly.

Prevention is better than cure!

Only by foreseeing dangers in times of peace will one be able to strive for eternal peace!

After a long while, a young figure single-handedly dashed out of the Wuya Clan.

After running wildly for several miles, the young man tightened the reins to halt his steed, slightly adjusted his direction, fiercely slapped the horse’s back, and dashed away, disappearing on the horizon.

This was Xiao Chen, who was heading towards the Duanmu Tribe.

After politely declining the warm invitation from chieftain Wuya Xiong, he rode the battle horse given by the Wuya Clan and left their tribal land.

Xiao Chen had several objectives for his trip to the Duanmu Tribe.

Firstly, he intended to procure supplies to bolster the strength of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

The beast tide of the Wuya Clan left a deep impression on him, prompting him to urgently seek to enhance the Gu Yuan Tribe’s capabilities.

Secondly, as the Giant Stone Valley was a trading hub teeming with people and filled with information.

Not finding any trace of the old clan head in the blood-ravaged wasteland, his duty — both as a son and a clan leader — urged him to further investigate the elder’s whereabouts, thereby giving him and the Gu Yuan Tribe closure.

Technically, the Duanmu Tribe was not an independent entity.

It was a communal trading center formed by the various tribes within the Giant Stone Valley.

Over time, it gradually grew into the largest trading spot in the valley.

Owing to its innate advantages, the Duanmu Tribe has been a bustling hive of activity since its establishment.

Various factions interweave, attracting numerous wandering adventurers who came to dispose of their loot.

This made the black market thrive, extending its influence beyond the Giant Stone Valley.

As long as one could pay a sufficient price, even elixirs and techniques could be acquired.

After two days of non-stop travel, Xiao Chen covered nearly three thousand miles of barren land.

The deeper he ventured into the barren wasteland, the more he felt the countless perils of the Great Wasteland.

Along the way, Xiao Chen not only witnessed the vast and peculiar landscape of the Great Wasteland but also suffered numerous beast attacks, putting him at risk every moment.

Of course, he also encountered countless brave warriors from the human tribe battling in the wasteland, witnessing once again the hardships of the human tribes living there.

Life in the wasteland was devoid of peace.

There was no room for any wishful thinking, as such wishful thoughts were equivalent to gambling with one’s life.

From ancient times till now, it could be said that every inch of the wasteland was drenched in the azure blood of the human tribe.

Tranquility and peace were unrealistic dreams for the folk of the Great Wasteland.

Stability and prosperity were built upon the blood sacrifices of countless warriors!

“It seems that I’ll reach the Duanmu Tribe after crossing these mountains,” Xiao Chen observed.

A massive mountain range lay ahead of him.

Recollecting the route in his mind, he knew his destination was close.

After half a day, Xiao Chen finally crossed the seemingly endless mountain range and arrived at a plain.

On the far side, an unusually magnificent fortress was situated at the heart of the plain.

The entire fortress was dark red in color, towering tens of feet high.

Despite the distance, the marks of axes and swords on the weathered walls were apparent, etching the passage of time.

This grand fortress was Duanmu City, a bastion of the human tribe that had survived numerous foreign sieges and arson attacks, yet always persevered.