Chapter Seventy Inheritance

  "Mumbling and grumbling, grumbling and mumbling... anyway, that's the basic situation." As night fell, Old Liu sat by the bonfire, drinking the beastmen's self-brewed fruit wine, and chatted randomly with a group of beastmen who were gaping at him with their mouths open, drooling. Fooling these dim-witted big lugs.

  Raul sat beside Old Liu, listening to his teasing. When he heard the exciting part, he suddenly patted Old Liu's shoulder and exclaimed: "I didn't expect your experiences to be so wonderful, and you understand so many things! It's really great. Mr. Liu, that waterwheel and canal you mentioned are very beneficial for our usual farming! And that method of using natural system magic to ripen plants and obtain food, haha, we've always used it in battles to awaken our tree people companions, how come we never thought of using it to promote crop growth?! Your brain is really bright! And that..."

  "This rascal... still has some skills!" Although the old gibbon was not lacking in wisdom, he had always walked a path of conspiracy and trickery, so he didn't really understand these things. Even the farming methods he taught to the beastmen were learned by stealing from a barbarian tribe, just copying and imitating without truly understanding. Many places were even incorrect, losing their original purpose. So no matter how carefully the beastmen tended to it, after several months, the yield of one mu of land would not be much.

  He listened to Lao Liu's nonsense, and although it was just a rough outline, he felt a sense of epiphany. However, as soon as he turned his mind around, he realized that something wasn't right. He couldn't help but sneer: "It sounds good when you say it! But unfortunately, it's easy to talk about and hard to do. According to what you said, you've only seen the water cart once and don't understand its structure or principles. How can you possibly create one out of thin air?! And as for using natural system magic to nurture creatures, it sounds like there's some meaning to it, but how many beastmen among us have this ability? You know that there are less than a thousand! What can such a small number of beastmen accomplish? It would be better to wake up a few more treant partners and throw them into battle, which would have a greater effect!"

  Lao Liu was unhappy when he heard this, and refuted with the help of his intoxication: "Don't you know that practice makes perfect? Since there are only a few people who can do it, they naturally can't hide it. Moreover, this ability has only been discovered for a few hundred years, and according to Nigel, it was only discovered a few decades ago that it had some uses in battle. To be honest, everyone's understanding of this energy is just beginning, and we don't even know if it has other hidden effects. Letting those beastmen with natural powers help with the harvest not only allows them to practice their mysterious abilities and discover more useful things, but also speeds up the growth period of grains and solves everyone's food crisis. Why wouldn't you want to try? Who knows if it will work or not? Maybe by trying, we'll unexpectedly gain something."

  After belching, Old Liu said: "As for that waterwheel, I won't make it. Go to the human world and catch some people who know how to do this kind of thing, and you'll know everything. At that time, don't mention the waterwheel, maybe they can even build an airplane for you."

  Lao Li didn't hear clearly what Lao Liu said afterwards, only feeling his head buzzing with a loud noise that almost exploded, and the words echoing repeatedly were: "Go to the human world to catch some people who can do this thing, won't they know everything? Go to the human world to catch some people who can do this thing, won't they know everything...".

  "Humans? Knowledge? Culture? Methods of creation? ……And the essence they've accumulated over millions of years? Ah, if we beastmen were to obtain these things and change them into methods suitable for our cultivation, cultural heritage, wouldn't that give us another way out?" Old Liu's words reminded the old gibbon, whose eyes sparkled with insight, his face changing unpredictably, making even Lao Er feel a chill. Just as he was about to ask something, he saw the old gibbon stand up and say calmly: "I'm tired, I want to rest for a while!"

  He finished speaking and slowly walked towards his own tent with a crutch that was even taller than others.

  "Isn't he angry?" Old Liu muttered quietly.

  "What are you talking about?" Raul patted Old Liu's back, saying somewhat unhappily: "How could Giru be that kind of narrow-minded beastman? As long as what you say is right, he will naturally accept your opinion."

  Ying Mao Nigell also interjected, "Liu, don't talk nonsense. Xianzhe has been working hard for our beastman tribe all this time and hasn't rested much in so many days. He's probably really exhausted."

  "Ah~~ okay, okay, I was wrong, isn't that enough? Anyway, it's been a long time since I've had such a refreshing drink. Although the taste is not great." Old Liu said, yawning and leaning against a big tree, waving his hand and saying: "I'm done, I need to sleep too!"

  "Idiot, what's the point of saying so much? You should keep a low profile, understand? The more you talk, the more attention you attract, and the higher the chances of being caught. And it's easier to expose yourself. What you're doing is simply courting death...”

  Old Liu had just closed his eyes when a voice in his head started chattering nonstop. The noise was so loud that Old Liu's head hurt, and he could only say vaguely: "Can't keep a low profile anymore. That old fox has already discovered me, and no matter how hard I try to hide, I won't be able to escape. Rather than being watched like a thief every day, I might as well take a chance... Ah, pretend to be crazy, act stupid, and blend in with them."

  "Is that your plan? It's far too dangerous. Why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand?! If you make one wrong move, there's a good chance the other side will find an opening. Those guys, especially Giroro, are absolutely not to be underestimated... Hey, hey, kid, are you still listening? Ugh, how annoying, he's actually fallen asleep!"

  "Old man, stop messing around. I'm going to play chess with Lord Zhou..." Old Liu said, and then his head tilted to one side, and he fell fast asleep. No matter how the high priest called out to him, it was all in vain. The old man could only sigh and mutter under his breath, "Little scamp, did you calculate that those beastmen wouldn't dare kill you? It's true, with your current potential, who wouldn't be envious? Especially for a race like the beastmen, who are on the brink of extinction every day. Having one more of you with such potential would mean having one more hope... Heh heh, Giluji, as someone who wants to revive the beastman tribe, I suppose your current mood is the same as mine back then..."

  All sounds ceased. Giru was now deep in thought, and it was indeed difficult for him to fall asleep. Just as he was concentrating on his thoughts, a faint noise suddenly came from outside. The old langur regained his composure, although he hadn't seen anyone yet, but just by listening to the footsteps, he had already guessed who the visitor was. He shook his head, but a hint of a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "Hey, Sage, are you asleep?" came Laur's soft call from outside the tent, his voice lowered to an extreme degree, as if he was afraid of startling the old mandrill who was resting inside. He had been a bit worried and after everyone else had fallen asleep, he thought he'd come check on Giruru's tent.

  "Raul, come in. I'm still awake," said the old monkey.

  Lifting the animal skin curtain, the scene in front of Raul changed again, and it became that small warehouse-sized vast space. The old langur sat cross-legged in the center. Behind him, it was still that eerie black magic stone, emitting a faint black mist, cold and solemn, as if unchanged for eternity.

  "Ah, wise one. You've been working hard these days too, take care of your body!" Laur said with concern.

  The old wolf pressed his brow, shaking his head and saying: "Nothing's wrong. I'm not a fragile human. It's just that I haven't slept for several days, but I'm not tired to that extent." After finishing speaking, he narrowed his eyes again and said in a low voice: "During this period of time, you should pay more attention to that matter, this is the big thing that concerns the survival of our beastman tribe! Other things are just small matters."

  "Uh-huh." Raul responded, but still hesitated and said: "But will Badak really help us? This is the most critical part of the whole plan! I just don't think it's possible. That kind of ruthless guy..."

  "He will! He definitely will!" The old langur said with a glint in his eye.

  "By the way, what do you think of that weird kid?" To avoid Raul getting stuck on this question again, Old Langur immediately changed the subject and shifted it to Old Liu.

  "Mis Liu? This kid is not bad. I originally thought he was just lucky, coincidentally obtained that powerful ability under the right circumstances. Can become a strong warrior. Unexpectedly, his wisdom is also good, very clever, absolutely stronger than most of the beastmen. Almost comparable to...comparable to...humans. Yes, only humans can have so many strange and wonderful ideas." Laul looked like he held old Liu in high esteem, and when mentioning that guy, he became somewhat excited.

  The old man's face was expressionless, and it was unclear what he was thinking. After a long time, he finally spoke up: "There is such a terrifying ability that exists, I am unable to probe his mind, and do not know if he is of the same heart as us, with the same pursuits. Also, I am unable to discern his true thoughts, and do not know if he is worthy of our trust. However, since you hold him in such high regard, bring that guy along then." He paused slightly here, and said thoughtfully: "Our beastman tribe, although having produced many brave warriors, has after all existed for too short a time, and has not developed its own culture and traditions, the foundation is still too shallow. Therefore, every single person with potential is an object that we need to cherish. Needs to be carefully cultivated. If one day, you feel that he is a person worthy of our entrusting our hopes and glory to! Then pass on your divine skill to him. Let him cultivate it. Strengthen our beastman tribe!"

  "With his body, he is indeed the best candidate to cultivate that divine technique!" Raul nodded and said confidently: "Watch me, I will train him to be my successor. Our beastman tribe will surely rise!"