Chapter 1220: Barbarian Tribe

Chapter 1220: Man Ren Tribe

Man Ren carried Ye Chen and once again appeared on an immensely vast ancient star. This ancient star was no small matter; it was three to five times larger than Wangu Xing, making it the biggest one Ye Chen had encountered since stepping into the myriad realms of the heavens—without a doubt.

As soon as they landed on the ancient star, Ye Chen was hit by a surging wave of wild, barbaric energy. Everywhere he looked, there were vast wildernesses and towering ancient trees, a lush green expanse like an endless ocean. Powerful demonic beasts roamed within, their roars echoing continuously. However, even the strongest beasts kept their distance when Man Ren passed by, with the weaker ones prostrating on the ground.

The pressure from a Sheng Wang was overwhelmingly dominant; as Man Ren moved, the space around him cracked under the strain, and even his breath felt extraordinarily heavy. Ye Chen had never seen anything quite so formidable.

Is there a reincarnated person here?

Ye Chen glanced around but didn't attempt to calculate or divine. It wasn't that he didn't want to; he simply couldn't. He was still sealed, unable to move.

That is our village!

Man Ren pointed into the distance and grinned at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen looked over and, indeed, saw a village. It exuded a strong barbaric aura, with quite a few people around. The men were bare-chested and barefoot, wrapped in ancient tiger skins, all burly and tough—though none as massive as the one beside him.

How rustic!

Ye Chen sighed in admiration. Even a Sheng Wang's dwelling lacked immortal mountains, palaces, or grand halls. He didn't even spot any houses; they seemed to sleep outdoors. The most common sights were large iron cauldrons for stewing meat and racks for roasting it, with their food being all sorts of strange creatures.

One thing worth noting was that their iron cauldrons for meals were extraordinarily huge.

As Man Ren returned, the burly figures in the village rushed over, but their words left Ye Chen stunned—he couldn't understand them at all, likely a special language of the Man Ren tribe.

Man Ren had already set down the black jiao dragon, and the tribe members carried it away.

What followed was a rather bloody scene: the Sheng-level jiao dragon was dismembered on the spot, without even cleaning it, and thrown straight into the massive iron cauldron. Some parts were skewered and roasted over the fire.

What kind of people are these?

Ye Chen watched in astonishment, feeling both amazed and uneasy. These people might seem wild and uncivilized, with no sign of great intellect, but each one was fiercely powerful. In a fight, they were probably more savage than the last. Anyone who crossed them would likely end up smashed to pieces without mercy.

While Ye Chen was sighing, Man Ren had already carried him deeper into the village.

There, an ancient altar stood, engraved with old Man Wen patterns. On it lay a large, burly figure in poor condition—his vital energy chaotic, face pale, and a dark blood gash on his chest, surrounded by eerie, flickering you light.

Eh?

As Man Ren approached, Ye Chen took a closer look and his eyes lit up immediately. He didn't need to divine; he knew this was a reincarnated person.

Man Xiong—this was someone familiar. In the past, he was under Xiao Feng of the ninth branch of Hengyue Zong. Ye Chen had even fought him once, the two clashing with the Kanglong Secret Law for several hours, dazzling all who watched.

Thinking back, that scene was still vivid in his mind.

Seeing the reincarnated Man Xiong, Ye Chen couldn't help but recall the events from a hundred years ago when Man Xiong, Yan Shan, and Yan Long had died in battle. All three were fierce warriors, living with unyielding spirit and taking many heavenly demons with them in death.

This was the right place to be!

Ye Chen's heart raced with excitement. It was fortunate that the Heavenly Dao hadn't succeeded, or he would have escaped into the black hole and never seen the injured Man Xiong.

Regarding the wound, Ye Chen examined the dark blood gash on Man Xiong's chest. It was incredibly domineering, especially the flickering you light at the wound, which was still eroding Man Xiong's essence. Not only was the injury not healing, but it was slowly expanding outward.

Youming Qi!

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the clue.

Man Xiong's wound didn't come from a living being but from a dead one—an extremely powerful corpse. The injury was caused by the Youming dead energy from that corpse.

Man Ren set Ye Chen down and went to the altar, extracting a blood-drenched dragon essence—that was the crystallized essence of the black jiao dragon—which he fused into the reincarnated Man Xiong's body.

Man Xiong awoke and grinned at Man Ren, but as he smiled, fresh blood overflowed from his mouth.

Man Ren smiled reassuringly, and the two exchanged words in the Man Ren tribe's language.

Once they finished, Man Ren helped Man Xiong up and pointed toward Ye Chen.

Man Xiong looked over, and upon seeing Ye Chen, he froze. A strong sense of familiarity and warmth washed over him, making him instinctively scratch his head.

"Release my seal, and I can save him."

"That you mustn't run away again."

"I'd have to be able to escape first."

"I trust you."

Man Ren waved his hand, removing Ye Chen's seal and carrying him over to the altar.

Upon closer inspection, Ye Chen confirmed that Man Xiong had been wounded by the jimie dead energy of a corpse. Without Man Ren's divine power suppressing it, Man Xiong would have been consumed by the dead energy already.

"My child strayed into an ancient tomb and was injured by the dead energy."

"I can see that. The tomb's owner was at least a Zhun Di, and not just any ordinary one—the dead energy is mixed with their pre-death jimie killing aura."

"You're quite something, young one."

"I've suffered this kind of wound before."

As Ye Chen spoke, he continued examining Man Xiong's body.

As for being injured by a dead person's jimie dead energy, that happened in a spatial black hole when he encountered a stone coffin. Man Xiong's condition was almost identical, but Ye Chen had been protected by Immortal Fire and Heavenly Thunder—both yanggang treasures that naturally countered the yin dead energy.

"No more talk—let's get to it."

Ye Chen laid Man Xiong flat on the altar and summoned both his Immortal Fire and Heavenly Thunder.

Eh?

Seeing Ye Chen's golden Immortal Fire and black Heavenly Thunder, Man Ren exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't expected Ye Chen to possess such treasures, especially the golden Immortal Fire, which made his bright eyes flicker with deeper meaning.

Ye Chen had already enveloped Man Xiong's body with the Immortal Fire and Heavenly Thunder.

Immediately, the dark energy at Man Xiong's wound surged in resistance but was suppressed by the two yang treasures.

Ugh!

Man Xiong groaned in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, and fresh blood kept pouring from his mouth.

Man Ren placed a hand on Man Xiong's forehead, channeling his divine power to protect Man Xiong's heart meridian and divine sea, preventing the dead energy from backlashing and destroying his primordial spirit.

Ye Chen wasn't idle either; he sacrificed his Sheng blood, sprinkling it over Man Xiong's wound.

The Huanggu Sheng Body was also an extremely yanggang bloodline. The Sheng blood carried even stronger yanggang power than the Immortal Fire and Heavenly Thunder, naturally opposing the Youming dead energy—which was why Man Ren had insisted on obtaining Ye Chen's Sheng blood.

Sacrificing the Sheng blood wasn't enough; Ye Chen also drew out his Sheng Body origin.

Now, the Youming dead energy in Man Xiong's body was completely suppressed and gradually eradicated, with no chance to fight back.

Outside, the aroma of meat filled the air as the Man Ren tribe members gathered around.

The tribespeople glanced at Man Xiong before looking at Ye Chen in astonishment. They hadn't realized this seemingly delicate and refined young man possessed such a dominant bloodline and powerful methods. Even a Sheng Wang was helpless against the Youming dead energy, yet Ye Chen was steadily eliminating it.

A look of joy and gratitude spread across Man Ren's face, unhidden.

Ye Chen put in full effort; since this was a reincarnated person, he didn't hold back his Sheng blood, overwhelmingly purging the strands of Youming dead energy.

It was a lengthy process.

Even as night fell, Ye Chen didn't stop, and despite his robust Sheng Body vitality, his face had paled.

Man Ren was generous in return, continuously channeling divine power into Ye Chen and providing various heavenly spiritual medicines, all of which he infused into Ye Chen's body.

It wasn't until the third night's end that Ye Chen finally withdrew his Immortal Fire and Heavenly Thunder, ceasing to sacrifice his Sheng blood and origin.

The scar on Man Xiong's chest had fully healed, and the Youming dead energy had been completely eradicated. Man Xiong fell into a deep sleep, placed by Man Ren into a pool of immortal essence to quietly absorb its benefits.