Chapter 2: The Awakening of the Apocalypse Warrior Soul

  Muffled Thunderbolt, a unique riding beast found in the Beihun Mountain Range.

  Sturdy and powerful legs, agile body shape, extremely capable of carrying heavy loads, with a sound like thunder in its breathing, hence the name "Muffled Thunder Stallion".

  What's even more rare is that the Muffled Thunder Stallion is not afraid of ordinary wild beasts, and when it moves through the mountains and forests, its breathing sounds like muffled thunder, which can also scare away some wild beasts, making it an excellent mount in the mountains and forests.

  At the same time, Muenraj is also one of the symbols of tribal war power.

  Due to the need for taming and the extremely large consumption of fodder, a one-column tribe like Geshan Department cannot afford it. Even if it is the strongest two-column tribe in the northern Hunshan Mountains, the Baihun Department's breeding volume will not exceed 100 matches.

  From a distance, Jiang Cheng and the others saw several Thunderhoof Divine Horses approaching the Ge Mountain Sect's entrance like dark clouds, with mud and grass flying under their hooves.

  When they saw the approaching Thunderhoof, the gate of the Ge Shan tribe's ironwood stockade had long been opened by Nai Hei. The youths' slightly relaxed expressions also turned serious.

  Not asking questions and directly putting it into the tribe means that a noble person with status has arrived in the White Horde.

  This is the privilege of the Baihu tribe in his affiliated tribal land - wherever the Baihu people go, they are unimpeded!

  Yes, the Ges tribe, this single-column tribe, belongs to or is protected by the Baihun tribe, which is a two-column tribe.

  A line of seven horses, like black lightning, suddenly galloped towards the group of young men. The unique thunderous sound of the Thunderbolt Horse made the youngsters' expressions tense up.

  "The one with a white feather on his head, I recognize him. He's the third son of the White Swirl Tribe's chief, Bai Xiao. He came here last year when the White Swirl Tribe demanded grain!"

  "Haha, kid, you've got a good memory, you can actually recognize me as Bai Xiang!"

  The sound of Hei Lian Shi Tie's words had not yet fallen to the ground when, like a dark cloud, the galloping Meng Lei Ji suddenly appeared before them. The galloping Meng Lei Ji did not stop, and seemed about to trample over them, frightening the young men into continuous retreat.

  Seeing the young men in such a flurry, Bai Xiao was extremely pleased!

  In the midst of Bai Xie's loud laughter, his majestic figure, even more imposing than Du Jing's, suddenly clutched the horse's belly, and Meng Lei's horse abruptly rose on its hind legs, emitting a muffled sound like thunder from its mouth and nose, frightening the approaching young men to pale faces.

  When the dark thunderbolt fell back to the ground, Bai Xiao's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted at the crowd of young people with a fierce light: "Who is Lin Songyue?"

  The group of young men who were interrogated couldn't help but look towards Song Yue by Jiang Cheng's side, revealing his position without anyone needing to answer.

  Jiang Cheng's expression was tense, this didn't feel quite right.

  Song Yue was only a fifteen-year-old girl, what did Bai Hun's white hawk come to Song Yue for?

  In an instant, Jiang Cheng took a slight step forward, shielding Song Lan's body with his own.

  Songyue's surname is Lin, and it is said that she was picked up by Ling Gong of the Gesang tribe in Tongjiang, so she is considered to be the granddaughter of Ling E of the Gesang tribe.

  As the eyes of many young men followed, Bai Xiao's gaze locked onto Lin Songyue, whose expression was slightly startled. He used his whip to drive away the young men in front of Songyue and looked him up and down.

  "Not bad, not bad!"

  After a while, Bai Xiao nodded in satisfaction: "That kid Hu Xiangshan didn't deceive me, this Lin Songyue is indeed the number one beauty among my White Clan."

  Compared to the white fruit of my Bai Hun tribe, it is even more beautiful. What's even more precious is that Lin Songyue has this gentle and weak temperament, which is simply unique, I see it as a treasure!

  Upon hearing the three words 'Hu Xiang Shan', Jiang Cheng and Lin Song Yue's faces changed simultaneously, Shi Tie's eyes widened in anger: "Hu Xiang Shan, this despicable son, after his proposal was rejected, he actually..."

  The next moment, Bai Xiao took a step forward and directly grabbed Song Yue's wrist. "Follow me, be my female slave, it's already a great honor for you!"

  The eyes of all the young people were wide with wonder, and even Du Jing, the only Soul Warrior from the Ge Shan tribe present, did not utter a word, nor did he show any intention to stop him.

  They all clearly understood the status of this white hawk within the White Clan and didn't have the guts to stop him.

  Because they remember facing this white hawk, even the patriarch has to be polite.

  But Jiang Cheng suddenly moved.

  With a gentle pull, Jiang Cheng immediately pulled Suo Yue's face into a tight expression behind him, his body straightened, blocking Suo Yue's line of sight, and with one palm, he deflected the white bird's claw.

  "Get out! My fellow Gusu tribesmen are not yours to take away at your whim!" Jiang Cheng shouted.

  With a soft whoosh, the White Hawk's light grasp seemed to possess enormous power, causing Jiang Cheng to involuntarily stumble backward three steps before he could stop himself.

  Lowering her head to take a look, her arm had already become red and swollen!

  Bai Xiao gave Jiang Cheng a somewhat unexpected glance, his eyes full of unconcealed disdain: "You think you're qualified? A guy who isn't even a Soul Warrior, doesn't even have the qualifications to talk to me!"

  As they spoke, Bai Xiao's gaze turned to Du Jing, the only soul warrior present.

  "Is this a coincidence? You must be the only one who was blessed by the ancestral totem of the Kusakabe clan at the ancestral rites two months ago, right?" asked Shirahane.

  Du Jing nodded hastily and replied: "Yes, Lord Bai Xiao!"

  Jian Du Jing responded, and Bai Xiao couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle: "The Yi Zhu tribe is just the Yi Zhu tribe, it's been two months already, and you're still stuck in the first layer of Cheng En Realm. I, Bai Xiao, received the ancestral totem blessing at the same time as you, and now I'm already in the third layer of Cheng En Realm."

  "Threefold gratitude?"

  Upon hearing this, Du Jing and Jiang Cheng's eyes simultaneously revealed a look of shock.

  This is a matter of course, Jiang Cheng knows it.

  Each ethnic group has its own ancestral totem, and on August 8th of each year, there is a harvest festival, also known as the Ancestor Spirit Festival.

  The ancestral spirit festival of the Gesang tribe is to worship the tall stone pillar in the center of the altar not far behind them, a natural stone carving that the Gesang people regard as their ancestral totem pole.

  Led by the Ling Gong, use specific offerings to worship the ancestral spirit totem pole, and then let the boys under 16 years old in the tribe go up to the altar one by one to pray for blessings from the ancestral spirit totem pole.

  Among them, a very small number of robust and tenacious young men will be granted the Warrior Soul by the Ancestral Totem Pillar.

  Two months ago, Jiang Cheng and Du Jing, along with more than sixty other young men of the right age, had gone to the ancestral altar to worship and pray for blessings in front of the Ancestral Spirit Totem Pole. Only Du Jing received a Martial Soul from the Ancestral Spirit Totem Pole.

  The young man who received the war soul became a high-ranking soul warrior in each tribe.

  After receiving the Battle Soul, the Soul Warrior can begin to cultivate the Battle Soul Spirit from their respective Battle Souls and then temper their physical body, with varying degrees of strength.

  To show gratitude to their ancestors, they directly called this process of tempering the flesh "Cheng En Realm".

  The Nine Layers of Chi'en Boundary are divided into nine layers. Each time a layer is upgraded, the physical quality of the Soul Warrior will be greatly improved.

  At this time, what Bai Xie said was the threefold realm of Cheng En. If it were a powerful soul with special abilities, it would have the strength to tear tigers and leopards apart.

  Looking at the surprised Jiang Cheng and Duan Yu, Bai Xiao coldly snorted and said directly: "I won't bother with you two either. This time I came, is under the order of my tribe's leader, to urge the Ge Shan tribe for grain."

  "Because our tribe suffered a flood this autumn, the autumn harvest was reduced. Therefore, all tribes under my command will increase the annual tribute by two tenths. You, Ge Shan tribe, will also increase the annual tribute by twenty carts..."

  As they spoke, Bai Xiao took out a bone carving and waved it around.

  On top of the bone carving, two vigorous and lifelike totem pillars stand upright.

  Two Totem Poles, which are the emblem of the Two-Pillar Tribe.

  The object in Bai Xie's hand was called the Totem Order, which was a symbol of a tribe and a medium for the spiritual public to communicate with each other after the totem pillars were erected by various tribes using secret methods, and it could not be imitated at all.

  "What's more, add two tenths of grain tax?"

  Looking at the Totem Order, Du Jing's eyes widened suddenly: "Bai Xiao, this autumn not only did the Bai Hun Department suffer a flood disaster, but our Ge Shan tribe also suffered a flood disaster. The autumn grain production was greatly reduced, and the people's food supply was unable to..."

  "This is the White Hawk Clan's Totem Token, and it can only be issued with the simultaneous consent of both the Tribal Chief and the Spiritual Leader."

  "Are you saying that your Ge Shan department wants to disobey orders?" By the end of his sentence, Bai Xiao's expression had turned somewhat chilly.

  Du Jing was suddenly speechless, and the faces of the young men also looked ugly.

  Only Jiang Cheng gazed at the wooden building on the mountain waist with a puzzled expression and gently poked Hei Dian Shi Tie.

  Hui Yi's Shi Tie immediately turned around and quickly ran towards the middle of the mountain.

  This is a major matter concerning the increase or decrease of the annual grain supply in the clan, and only the Ling Gong and the Clan Head can make decisions.

  In most cases, the Ling Gong of each tribe is always stationed in the tribe, which is a guarantee of the safety of the tribe.

  Jiang Cheng was somewhat perplexed - why had it been so long and yet Ling Xiao still hadn't made an appearance?

  In the wooden building on the waist of the mountain, a giant over two meters tall with an intimidating aura was looking at an old man with white hair with a respectful face, his face full of confusion.

  "Grandfather, this matter of adding taxes to the White Army's grain collection is absolutely unacceptable. If we agree, our tribe's winter..." said Ge Shan Zu's tribal leader, Ge Xiong, who was also that giant over two meters tall.

  "Do you think Bai Heng's decision to increase the annual grain tax is something we can't change?"

  "Or perhaps you want to give the White Horde an excuse to conquer our tribe..."

  The white-haired old man's simple two sentences immediately made the tribal chief of the Ge Shan department, Ge Xiong, break out in a cold sweat. "That old man, should I go and respond?"

  "No, let these kids handle it..."

  "Grandfather, such a big matter, how can you let these children handle it..."

  "I've grown old, my time is limited..."

  Grandfather's words made Ge Xiong's body tremble suddenly, and his eyes were instantly filled with boundless fear.

  In front of the altar on the mountain slope, Bai Xiao looked at the panicked young men with a hint of impatience.

  Bai Hun's Totem Order was handed over again, and Chong Du Jing shouted: "Are you going to accept the order or not?"

  Du Jing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes somewhat panicked. The order to collect the autumn grain tax was too important and involved the lives and deaths of the people this winter, so he couldn't take it lightly.

  The white-haired man's mouth corner revealed a hint of complacency, and his eyes fell on Song Yue once again. "Don't say I didn't give the Ge Shan tribe an opportunity."

  Bai Xing pointed at Song Yue again and said, "Let Lin Songyue this girl become my female slave, I can be in charge of only adding one-tenth of the annual grain tax to your Ge Shan department."

  Female slave?

  Upon hearing these two words, many young people suddenly became enraged. If not for the six Thunderbolt Cavalrymen standing guard behind Bai Xiao, it's likely that someone would have come out to fight to the death.

  Female slaves are the lowest and most contemptible existence among all tribes!

  Song Yue's eyes were filled with panic, while Du Jing's eyes sparkled instead.

  Seeing this, Bai Xiao said: "In this area of thousands of miles, no matter which tribe you go to, using ten carts of grain to exchange for ten girls is absolutely a sky-high price, let alone exchanging ten carts of grain for one person."

  Now, if you offer one person, I will exempt ten carts of grain, and it can also make your Ge Shan tribe people have a much easier winter this year.

  Lin Songyue's pretty face beside Jiang Cheng suddenly turned deathly pale.

  Under White Tiger's urging, Du Jing took another look at the still silent and deserted Mountain Slope Villa, gritted his teeth fiercely.

  "Song Yue, you can just follow Bai Xue's orders from now on. As his female slave, at the very least you'll have food and clothing taken care of, and it will also reduce a great burden for our tribe."

  At this point, Du Jing didn't notice the tears welling up in Song Yue's eyes and suddenly turned to Bai Xiao: "Lord Bai Xiao, I'll take charge of answering this trade..."

  "Good!" Before Du Jing finished speaking, Bai Xiang was overjoyed and took big strides forward, about to take Song Yue away.

  "I'll promise you nothing, you coward!"

  "I am a Ge Shan tribesman, I can shed blood, sweat and tears, I can die in battle, but I will never sell women!" Jiang Cheng exploded in anger, blocking Song Yue's path once again, his eyes blazing with fury that seemed to swallow Du Jing whole.

  Jiang Cheng never thought that Du Jing would make such a decision.

  In the wooden building, the pale-faced clan leader Ge Xiong was about to jump out of the window when his black tower-like body was suddenly pulled back by the white-haired old man with just two fingers.

  "A Xiong, take another look..."

  A corner of the wooden building, Hei Lian Shi Tie was standing there nervously.

  "Jiang Cheng, do you know the true meaning of ten carts of grain in this winter?" Du Jing's face turned red with rage as he suddenly straightened his back.

  "Besides, I'm the only Soul Warrior here, so what I say goes!"

  As they spoke, Du Jing suddenly rushed towards Bai Xiao and said: "Bai Xiao, this matter is settled."

  "Good!"

  Bai Xiao laughed loudly and strode towards Song Yue, who was hiding behind Jiang Cheng: "Get out of the way, I'm taking the number one beauty of the Bai Hun Eight Tribes as my slave girl. I can hardly wait!"

  "Don't even think about it, I haven't agreed yet!" Jiang Cheng blocked Bai Xiao's way, not giving an inch.

  "Looking for death!"

  A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and Bai Xiao's arm muscles bulged, bringing a fierce gust of wind, as he threw a punch that heavily smashed towards Jiang Cheng's head, with the momentum to kill Jiang Cheng with one punch.

  Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was not afraid at all. His body moved strangely and swiftly, dodging Bai Xiao's punch. He stabbed his fingers like a sword, fiercely thrusting towards Bai Xiao's eyes.

  Five years of tribal mountain life has brought about earth-shaking changes in Jiang Cheng.

  Bai Xiao's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was forced to retreat and yield.

  Because he was very clear that his fist, which contained terrifying power, could kill Jiang Cheng with a single punch, but his eyes would also be dug out.

  This made Bai Xiu feel extremely stifled.

  He thought Jiang Cheng's life was not even worth half of his eyeball.

  At the same time, Jiang Cheng had already shouted: "You few, quickly take Song Yu to Grandfather's place."

  The young men in the tribe generally address their tribal spirits as "Ah Gong".

  Jiang Chengyi shouted and several boys nearby immediately surrounded Lin Songyue and ran towards the middle of the mountain.

  "Hmph, the Ling Shi San Huan Lian of the Nine Beast Slaying Form is quite impressive! However, to stop a powerful Soul Warrior, it's not something you can do just by risking your life!"

  Suddenly, Bai Xiao suddenly bowed his head, then suddenly like a cheetah jumping up, as if a residual shadow rushed towards Jiang Cheng.

  "Forgot to tell you, my battle soul is a Wind Leopard, with speed and power equally matched!"

  Bai Xie's words had barely fallen when the residual shadow he transformed into heavily crashed into Jiang Cheng's arms.

  Abnormally cautious Jiang Cheng didn't even have time to react before his body was already flying up like a cloud.

  At the moment he flew up, Jiang Cheng's mouth corner revealed a hint of bitter smile.

  Jiang Cheng had long known that the gap between ordinary people and Soul Masters was enormous, but he hadn't expected it to be this huge.

  Unfortunately, he did not become a Soul Warrior.

  A single collision sent Jiang Cheng, whose weight was already similar to that of a grown adult in his past life, flying backwards through the air.

  The figures of the boys on the ground were rapidly moving away, Bai Xiang was starting to chase after Song Yue who was fleeing towards the wooden building.

  "Grandfather should be appearing soon......"

  Bang!

  When this thought flashed through Jiang Cheng's mind, his head buzzed loudly, and everything before his eyes turned black as warm tears streamed down his face.

  The corners of his mouth were salty, Jiang Cheng knew that it was the taste of fresh blood.

  With great effort, Jiang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had fallen down and hit his head on the ancestral spirit tablet.

  What's even more bizarre is that at this moment, the surface of the ancestral spirit totem is churning and bubbling, as if a starving child, rapidly devouring his fresh blood.

  The feeling of blood loss made Jiang Cheng's head ache, and he suddenly shook his head, freeing himself from the ancestral spirit column that his head was almost stuck to.

  The next moment, Jiang Cheng felt his head throbbing wildly like a cramp, a black light suddenly bursting out of his mind, the surrounding light flashing brightly, and a warm feeling rising all over his body. A stream of light shot out from the ancestral spirit pillar that had devoured much of his blood, flying towards his head.

  At the same moment, in the wooden building on the mountain slope, the white-haired old man who had been calm and unchanged saw this scene for a moment, also stunned, his mouth suddenly opened wide, revealing his incomplete teeth.

  In the eyes of the crowd, the ancestral totem pillar of the Gesangbu tribe, under Jiang Cheng's one blow, under the splashing of fresh blood, suddenly rose up with a dazzling light.

  Chasing after Song Yue, Bai Xiao was also startled by this sudden pale gray light. Looking at the ancestral totem pillar of the Ge Shan clan on the altar not far away, which emitted this light, he suddenly froze in shock.

  Under the ancestral totem pole of the Jiang clan in the center of the altar, he was knocked down by him and lay under the ancestral totem pole of the Ge Mountain tribe, basking in that pale gray light!

  "Revelation War Soul, turns out to be a Revelation War Soul Awakener......"

  A faint voice escaped from the white-haired old man on the wooden building...

  PS: From today on, two updates per day, and there will be explosive updates as needed.

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