Chapter 42: The Birth of the Hot-Blooded Emperor

  The Kayah rainforest receives several meters of rainfall every year, with torrential rains coming in short bursts. The birds in the sky can wait for the rain to stop, but for the animals on the ground, it is a disaster. The heavy rain pounds the earth, causing the Tabei River and its tributaries to overflow, starting to rise, and easily forming deadly floods. Considering that Kayah has entered the rainy season, it is not safe to stay near the Tabei River and its tributaries, and also need to avoid being tracked from all sides, the high priest and Mo Shan decided to move the entire tribe into the depths of the rainforest, in a relatively high area, which is also tens of miles away from that swamp.

  This tribe, which is actually less than a hundred people, consists of the blood relatives or guards of the barbarian king back then and their descendants. Over the past twenty years, due to threats and persecution from all sides, the population has been drastically reduced by half, with fewer than 20 young adults remaining, mostly elderly women and children who are unable to tie a chicken. It can be said that this fugitive tribe has already reached a dead end. If it continues like this, without anyone coming to kill them, in a few years, they will probably disappear, completely buried in the earth.

  Of course, the remaining young and strong barbarians are all seasoned warriors who have been through a hundred battles. Over the years, they have fought against humans, heaven, magic beasts, and poisonous insects, and also protected the elderly, weak, and disabled in their tribe. Which one of them doesn't have thousands of lives on their hands? Those who can survive until now are naturally not benevolent people. Even the weakest among them can defeat three or four mid-level magic beasts without being defeated. Their bravery and boldness surpass many self-proclaimed brave swordsmen and knights in the civilized world.

  Old Liu felt uncomfortable as soon as he entered this listless and lifeless tribe, feeling that the people in front of him were all half-dead, with pursed lips, like machines, not even willing to say a word.

  The barbarians live in small thatched huts, which are very simple and prone to fires. They can't compare to the vampire mosquitoes' nests, of course. Now, Old Liu can't afford such a high-end nest, even though he brought the entire vampire mosquito tribe with him. Although they worked overtime to build several short earthen kilns around the barbarian village, they couldn't move in and live there. Even the Vampire Queen had to live in a tree hole, eating poorly and sleeping poorly. After enduring so many days, she still had to get along well with those humans, looking but not eating. Her billions of underlings all had complaints, repeatedly sending complaint signals to Old Liu, which were all smoothed over by his nonsense.

  Of course, there were also gains that couldn't be ignored. Last time, when following Old Liu to hunt the Lava Giant Gecko, those blood mosquitoes, aside from the ones that failed to evolve, had over a hundred of them evolved into either Lava Giant Geckos or Swamp Magic Beasts. Although they could only use elemental powers at a basic level and were still very weak, unable to compare with Old Liu's freakish abilities, they could still be considered low-ranking magic beasts. They were all taken in by the Blood Mosquito Queen "Beng Beng" as her personal guards, protecting her safety.

  As for the Blood Mosquito Queen herself, who had the greatest potential, although she had also undergone a growth process, it was unclear if there were any changes, and whether the old tree's blood could produce magic beast blood effects. Old Liu had originally wanted to get some other magic beast blood, mixed together to feed Beng Beng, hoping that she would evolve into having some kind of ability.

  Unexpectedly, this Blood Mosquito Queen was just like when Old Liu had tricked her before - although she had reached the stage where she could drink blood, she still firmly believed that she possessed spiritual system abilities. Every day, she would meditate and practice asceticism, aside from drinking some plant juice to fill her hunger, ignoring everything else. This made Old Liu extremely depressed.

  The Grand Priest Duan sat in a thatched hut, with the dragon yuan pill between his fingers, emitting a strong life pulse. His face was calm and silent for a long time. After a while, he seemed to come back to himself and said to the wild beast outside the hut, "Go get the eagle."

  He stared blankly at the Longyuan Dan in his hand, and suddenly his face changed color, as if he had already understood what the High Priest wanted to do. Just as he was about to speak, he was glared back by the High Priest, and all he heard was the old man's rebuke: "When I call you, go quickly! Don't think wildly!"

  Meng Shan's lips moved, but he still didn't say anything and walked away with his head down. Soon, Ying was called over to stand alongside his uncle outside the high priest's hut. This young, reckless barbarian youth still couldn't understand what was going on and looked somewhat at a loss, rubbing his hands together as he asked uncertainly: "High Priest, do you have something for me?"

  The high priest murmured: "How's your Forbidden Blood Flame coming along?"

  The eagle thought for a moment and said, "Not bad. En, very good." After finishing, he also glanced at Mangshan, making this honest person's eyes dodge and reveal a hint of panic. The Grand Priest had lived for so many years and was already a refined and cunning person. What couldn't he see through? He smiled slightly and shook his head, saying: "Everyone thinks that the Seven Great Taboos, with the Descent of the Evil God ranked first, is the orthodox method of the War God. Even your father and grandfather had secretly asked me about it, wanting to learn this strongest of forbidden techniques. But they didn't know that the Evil God was a god, long ago no longer human, and absolutely not something that mortal flesh could endure. That is a divine technique that only those who have truly stepped into the throne of the gods can cultivate!"

  Ah! Three cries of surprise rang out in succession. Two of them were from the uncle and nephew of Mangshan, who were frightened by the high priest's words and couldn't help but let out a cry. The other one came from a corner, where Old Liu had come to sneak a peek and let out a cry.

  The high priest closed his eyes and continued, "Actually, the Blood Flame is one of the seven forbidden arts that can be cultivated, but it's also the most powerful. However, the process is extremely dangerous, requiring constant battle and absorption of human blood to increase one's vital energy. Over thousands of years, countless strong warriors have become lost in the vortex of slaughter, losing themselves. Either they go mad and become killing machines, or they lose control of their inner energy and are consumed by the bursting Blood Flame. So although the Blood Flame is incredibly powerful, it's far more difficult to cultivate than other arts. That's why it's known as the most difficult forbidden art to succeed in. It has been shrouded in dust for over a hundred years, with no one willing to cultivate it."

  "Has anyone ever succeeded?" The eagle suddenly spoke up and asked.

  "Indeed!" The high priest said affirmatively, "Although the ancient Achervis dynasty is no longer verifiable, since the establishment of our barbarian empire, there have been 34 divine warriors who have cultivated this forbidden technique. Blood Flame, although derived from the blood of enemies you've slain to strengthen yourself, its roots originate from the warrior themselves. As long as you can maintain a brave heart in the midst of continuous slaughter, not losing yourself in the carnage, you can transform into the Broken Chapter Black Flame, dispelling all magic, slaying evil demons and ghosts, and become one of the world's top existences. Even against a semi-divine powerhouse like Elvira, the Nightless King, you would have the power to fight!"

  "That's great! Since someone has succeeded, what's there to worry about? I absolutely won't lose to them!" Eagle said confidently. His face was filled with a kind of self-assurance and stubbornness unique to young people.

  Mangshan is not as brainless as his nephew, thinking more about the long-term, after listening to the High Priest's description, he almost jumped up, and was worried that: although the Barbarian Empire inherited from the ancient Archibis dynasty, it has also been established for 5,000 years. Five thousand years, only 34 God-given warriors have completed this forbidden technique, this is really, really...

  "Eagle, do you want to become as strong as your father and defend the Barbarian Empire?!" The high priest let out a breath of air, suddenly opening his eyes wide, and asked sternly.

  "Of course!" Eagle stood up straight, his eyes burning with a fervor, and said excitedly: "I want to become as strong as my father. Although I've never seen him since birth, his deeds have always been talked about and admired, he's always been the one I look up to. Me, I'm proud to have such a great father!!!"

  "Very good!" The Grand Priest smiled slightly, and the Dragon Yuan Dan in his hand suddenly flew up, was cut into two pieces in mid-air, one piece returned to the Grand Priest's hand, and the other fell into Eagle's hand. All that could be heard was the Grand Priest saying calmly: "Eat this."

  The eagle was stunned for a moment and hadn't spoken yet. Mang Shan couldn't help but say, "No way! The eagle can't have it! This is for you to take, it's your guarantee of recovery!"

  To be honest, at this moment, the straightforward and barbaric person's heart was also struggling. On one hand, there was his mentor, whom he revered as a father figure; on the other hand, there was his only blood relative, his elder brother's son who had been entrusted to him. Both were his closest kin, and it was unfair to favor either side. However, this Dragon Yuan Dan indeed had an extraordinary effect on both of them. The ancient records from the primitive era also stated that the Barbarian God of War back then had swallowed the Ghost Dragon Sacrifice-refined Dragon Yuan Dan to further perfect the Forbidden Blood Flame, transforming it into the Broken Chapter Black Flame. If his nephew could take this half of the Dragon Yuan Dan, it would definitely be greatly beneficial. Even if he couldn't use it to make further progress, it would still pave the way for his future cultivation path. There was even a possibility that he could become the 35th person to successfully cultivate the Forbidden Blood Flame as a Barbarian Warrior. However, his conscience told him that he couldn't be so selfish. The old man in front of him, with his increasingly weak body, needed this Dragon Yuan Dan even more!

  The high priest clutched at his chest, suddenly bursting into a loud cough. He smiled wryly and said: "Recovery? How easy is that to say. This Dragon Yuan Dan is not the sacred product of the Ghost Dragon's sacrifice after killing the Fire Dragon King, with an effect that can steal heaven and earth. What I have suffered is not just a new wound, but an old injury that has been accumulating in my body for over 20 years. Even if the Dragon Yuan Dan can really heal my injuries and restore my former magical powers, it would be difficult to recover the loss of so many years of essence. This Dragon Yuan Dan can at most extend my lifespan by 40 or 50 years, but if used on Eagle, it can help him converge his blood flame and make use of it for his future cultivation. 40 or 50 years? Haha, I've lived long enough, I don't need that many years, let's leave the opportunity to you young people instead. The world in the future belongs to you young people!

  Mang Shan finally stopped speaking, remaining silent for a while before instructing the eagle to put away the precious treasure with a gloomy expression. He said it would be used when needed later. The high priest then beckoned to Old Liu, who was hiding on the side, and smiled: "Little guy, you come over too. I promised you, and I'll give you a share as well."

  But unexpectedly, Old Liu, who had found his conscience, shook his head repeatedly and said hypocritically: "I don't want it, I don't need it. Really!"

  The high priest smiled and said: "You don't want this? Then what will you use to compete with Morak? This is my compensation for you."

  Old Liu swallowed his saliva and hesitated before saying: "It seems like you need this more than I do."

  The high priest shook his head: "I said, the world of the future is yours, young people. You should know that for a deer group, an old horned deer is far less valuable than a young and strong horned deer. Supplementing blood is not as good as being able to create blood, young people are the masters of this world."

  Lao Liu had experienced this kind of frank and open speech before, although he had become an insect and often claimed to be profound and cunning. But in essence, he was still a young man who had not yet left school. Moreover, from beginning to end, he had witnessed the high priest's selfless behavior, and his impression of this bad old man changed greatly, almost rising from sinister and cunning to lofty and magnificent, although it did not completely convince Lao Liu, but it really moved him.

  "It's just a stupid dragon! I don't see what's different about it compared to those two-legged flying dragons. Don't worry, old man, watch me take care of it!" Old Liu suddenly became hot-blooded, patted his chest, and said with an air of arrogance. As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly came to his senses and scolded himself in his heart: "Damn! What am I doing, isn't this just asking for trouble?!"

  It's dragged on until now, what a tragedy!

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