Legendary Clan Chief-Chapter 62 - 61 Ren Fei’s Soul-Crushing Knife_1

62: Chapter 61: Ren Fei’s Soul-Crushing Knife_1

62 -61: Ren Fei’s Soul-Crushing Knife_1

Upon seeing his henchman unable to endure the gaze of the old man and succumbing to severe injuries in a blink of an eye, Xiong Peinan’s rebellious face grew as grim as a calm lake.

Despite his own status as a Blood Refining Realm Warrior, he dared not move an inch.

Considering the fate of his presiding Blood Refining Realm henchman was right before his eyes, he did not believe he stood even the slightest chance against the old man.

His heart was seething with rage, yet due to his profound fear of the old man, Xiong Peinan dared not show a hint of this emotion.

Instead, he solemnly said, “The green hills won’t change, the clear water will run forever.

I hope elder would leave a name, so that my Bear Tribe can know which powerful figure has graced us with his presence. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

However, I must warn you, our Bear Tribe is not just anyone’s…”.

“Scram!

You whelp don’t have the right to threaten me.

Even if the almighty bear tribe was here, they would not dare to address me in such a manner.” Upon seeing Xiong Peinan still rambling on, the old man became increasingly impatient.

His tone turned cold, and a chill was felt by all present, causing bodies to instinctively shrink.

“Idiot!” Seeing Xiong Peinan be so oblivious to the gravity of the situation, Shadow Elder Six of the Shadow Forest Tribe smirked, looking at Peinan with a sarcastic gaze.

Xiong Wudi, the current head of the Bear Tribe holds significant renown within thousands of miles of Duanmu City.

Yet he is not regarded highly by this elder.

At this, Xiong Peinan clenched his teeth, turned around, and left without sparing his injured guard a glance.

The crowd parted to form a pathway for him, fearing his ill-omened presence.

For this mysterious elder, Xiong Peinan might not even be worth considering.

Yet for these common Great Wasteland Rangers, the Bear Tribe was a towering mountain before their eyes, a chasm they couldn’t surpass.

This Spirit Medicine, Non-returning Grass, is exceedingly rare.

Not every fallen ancestor of the human tribe leaves behind this non-returning treasure medicine upon demise.

The chance of it happening is minuscule, and for someone to trade such an item, happens perhaps once every several decades.

Moreover, whenever it appears, it is invariably taken away by large tribes for trade, serving as a precious addition to the tribe’s foundation.

Therefore, it’s nearly impossible for common men to catch a glimpse of such a treasure.

“Elder, since this treasure cannot be exchanged for elemental stones, what exactly are you willing to trade it for?”; Asked Shadow Elder Six from the Shadow Forest Tribe, his eyes eagerly fixated on the Non-Returning Grass.

To be honest, who wouldn’t be coveting such a treasure?

“Barbaric Blood Scatter in the Wilderness will not return without beheading the enemy!

Haha, I didn’t expect to find such a treasure on my visit to Duanmu City today, it is indeed a worthwhile trip.”

A loud war cry echoed from the crowd’s rear, suffused with an intense bloodlust that sent chills through their spines, ricocheting in every corner.

A young man with blood-red, flowing hair and a war saber on his back broke through the crowd and appeared.

He radiated an intimidating aura and did nothing to hide the surge of his vital energy.

His very presence has sent many people, unable to avoid him in time, sprawling on the ground.

The young man paused as he approached Xiao Chen, his eyes indifferent as he studied Xiao Chen.

Yet, he sensed something unusual in Xiao Chen, an otherwise ordinary warrior.

“Master Warrior!” Xiao Chen understood that this purple-robed man was observing him.

His eyes, seemingly devoid of emotion, carried an indomitable aura that refused to dissipate.

Xiao Chen remained calm and unflinching in the face of the storm.

His unfatered demeanor failed to betray his thoughts.

This purple-robed youth was perhaps the most formidable adversary he had ever faced in his generation.

Even Shadow Elder Six and Xiong Peinan did not provoke such wariness in him!

“It’s him!

It’s Ren Fei!”

“What!

He’s the infamous Ren Fei, also known as the Soul Breaking Saber?!”

“Yes, the very same Ren Fei who chased an alien tribe’s caravan for ten days and nights, venturing three thousand miles into the Great Wasteland and eventually returned victorious by decapitating the alien tribe’s chieftain.

Among the young generation of the Giant Stone Valley, he is one of the most well-known Rangers and by reputation, he is said to be strong enough to compete for a place in the Tianjiao ranking of the Border Wasteland Region.”

“The Soul Breaking Saber Ren Fei draws his sword in anger and even ghosts turn to seek revenge!

Haha, I see that Ren Fei, the Soul Breaking Saber himself, has decided to visit Duanmu City.

Ying Jie extends his apologies for not meeting you sooner.” Amidst the praises of Ren Fei, Ying Jie was not the least perturbed.

Grasping his popularity at his young age, he is no fool.

Instead, he responded graciously to Ying Jie, the deputy chieftain of the Shadow Forest Tribe, by returning the courtesy and spoken, “You overpraise me, Brother Ying.”

With a newfound calmness in the surroundings, the old man stood amid the crowd, his gaze discreet.

Following which, a sound wave resonated, a clear voice penetrating through the ears of the crowd, “I wish to exchange this Spiritual Medicine Non-Returning Grass for a spiritual medicine that has matured for at least a thousand years to enhance cultivation!”

The elder’s condition sent a wave of commotion through the crowd.

The age of a medicinal material is a marker of its medicinal grade.

Anything below a thousand years is considered common, but a herb that has grown for a thousand years is beyond the reach of the term ‘common’.

It has sensed the spiritual energy in the surroundings, learned to avoid danger and bring about fortune, and has also grasped the skill to conceal itself.

To be consumed, a millennium old spiritual herb could enhance a Blood Refining Realm Warrior by a level.

One could argue that the millennium-old spiritual herb and the Non-Returning Grass are of the same grade, only focusing on enhancing different directions of a warrior’s strength.

“I wonder if I could exchange two Azure Blood Herbs, each 900 years old, and an 800-year-old Huang Jing for your herb,” said Ren Fei, the Soul Breaking Saber, as he brought out three wooden boxes from his leather bag, without giving up.

Despite Ren Fei’s offer of three treasure medicines, the elder remained unmoved.

Limiting not only the purity of the medicine but also the medicinal strength, a thousand-year-old medicinal herb is incomparable to these medicinal treasures.

The medicinal effect has already undergone qualitative changes.

Even a single year of difference in maturity can’t be bridged by a few pieces of rare medicinal herbs.

Seeing that the elder was not moved, Ren Fei still held on, glanced towards Shadow Elder Six from the corner of his eyes, indicating that he wanted to pair up the treasures to acquire the Non-Returning Grass.

Shadow Elder Six understood Ren Fei’s intention and also took out two wooden boxes from his bag.

“What about adding these two 800-year-old treasure medicines?”

As the host of the trade fair, the Shadow Forest Tribe has its advantages, but thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are still rare.

However, despite being able to collect them, such rare items would have already been sent back to the tribe for collection once discovered.

As one of the deputy chieftains of the tribe, he did not have full control over these spiritual medicines, not to mention the fact that the tribal land of the Shadow Forest Tribe wasn’t within the area.

“I’ll only exchange it for a thousand-year-old spiritual herb,” the old man said, utterly disinterested in the two men’s offer and rejecting them without hesitation.

“No end to the Great Wasteland, no end to humanity.

Cross the river and mountains, let the blood stain the earth.

When Azure Blood dries up, it will dye the sky green.

Won’t stop until the alien tribe is broken; The Iron Bone Heroes had their blood spread across the lands.

I, for one, have long admired the will of our human ancestors who never bowed down in battle.

I wonder if this could meet elder’s discerning eye.”

Amidst this, a war song laden with unyielding will echoed among the crowd.

The voice carried a powerful dominance, piercing through the hearts of all listeners.

So thick were the feelings of respect and melancholy infused within the song that it left one at a loss for words.

“Who is that?”

Everyone’s gaze turned towards the green figure who had stepped forward.

Despite being surrounded by numerous curious onlookers, the figure stood firm, as steadfast as an ancient pine tree.

It was none other than Xiao Chen!