Chapter 3: In this world, hundreds of families flourish

In this wild world, the moonlight outlines the continuous shadows of the mountain peaks. Fine snow whistles down from the sky and disappears invisibly the moment it lands on the fire pit.

In the silent night, Zhou Tieyi's voice echoed around the fire pit for a while before dissipating.

Every strong man heard his voice clearly, which made them tremble slightly with excitement.

The gods really responded, and this time it was not delivered through a witch, but a real miracle that could be felt!
Wu's body also trembled slightly, then he bowed his head more respectfully and said, "Yes."

Zhou Tieyi cannot always focus on this wild world, as the problems in Daxia have not been resolved yet.

So he said, “Come here again to offer sacrifices at this time tomorrow.”

"Yes." Wu said respectfully again.

The witch waited for a while, and when he no longer listened to Zhou Tieyi's instructions, he realized that the god had fallen into a deep sleep again.

"Wu, let's go back quickly and tell everyone about the god's response!"

The older, sturdy man just spoke. His name was Mu, and their tribe was actually a branch of a larger tribe.

Decades ago, a rare natural disaster struck. Even with the protection of gods, the original tribe was torn apart, and some of them fled from the plains to here.

According to the totem sacrificial method passed down in the tribe, several generations of talents were sacrificed to awaken the new totem god, which also means that their tribe will be blessed by the god and will thrive in the future.

"Yeah." Wu looked a little worried, and nodded while thinking.

"What are you worried about?"

"Alas." The witch sighed, "Human sacrifice is the best tribute to the gods, and it can help the gods quickly become stronger. But now the gods don't allow us to offer human sacrifices. How can we help the gods become stronger?"

If Zhou Tieyi had still focused his attention here, he would have known that this wild tribe was not as ignorant as he had imagined.

On the contrary, they have rich experience in sacrifices, understand what the gods need, and also understand what they want to get from the gods.

Mu thought about it seriously, then said with a determined look, "Didn't we find the trace of the West Mountain Master's cub the day before yesterday? He just gave birth to a cub, and he is in a weak period now..."

"This is dangerous."

Wu said subconsciously.

The mountain master is the spirit of the mountain and a natural god.

However, this kind of natural god cannot become the patron saint of the tribe without hundreds of years of taming and enlightenment, so the Tauren tribe uses traditional sacrificial methods to revive the original totem gods of the tribe.

Mu said anxiously, "But the god of our tribe has awakened. Even if we don't expel the Lord of West Mountain, he will attack us when he senses the breath of our god!"

The witch looked up at the West Mountain covered by snow and wind, "Inform the hunters in the tribe to prepare their tools and go into the mountain to hunt the gods."

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On the other side, after a brief trance, Zhou Tieyi's consciousness returned to his body.

The moment he regained consciousness, he noticed something different.

That means you can 'see inside and outside'.

I don’t know if it’s because of the god’s perspective, but he can see everything within a sphere with a radius of fifty meters with himself as the center, which is equivalent to real vision.

Everything from the noisy crowd outside to the blood vessels in one's body can be seen clearly.

Of course, he also saw clearly the "divine seed" that Guan Guan had planted in his stomach. It was like a small tumor attached to the wall of his stomach.

Although the power of the God Seed did not affect his thinking temporarily, and he fell into a deep sleep because a part of the power was absorbed, it was still a scourge and needed to be solved. Guan Guan, the witch, was so confident that she was not afraid of making the matter public, which meant that the God Seed could kill him in an instant and he could not take the risk.

Now we need to solve two problems, stabilizing Guan Guan and Zhao Taisui.

"Sir?"

After A Da ordered his younger brother to ride away at full speed from the backyard, when he passed by the hall, he heard the noise outside, so he quickly came back to protect Zhou Tieyi.

"How is your strength now?"

Zhou Tieyi quickly came back to his senses from his thoughts and asked. In his eyes that could see inside and outside, there was a ball of abundant blood and energy in Ah Da's middle dantian. The blood and energy were like silver mercury, constantly interacting with the blood around the body.

When the blood and qi surged up from the Dantian to the Baihui acupoint, a red cloud formed three inches above Ah Da's head. The cloud changed in various ways, and Zhou Tieyi vaguely saw a Bi'an in it, roaring at the sword.

Not only can it see inside and outside, it is more similar to the Taoist technique of looking at qi and the Buddhist technique of clairvoyance, Zhou Tieyi judged in his heart.

Hearing Zhou Tieyi asking about his strength, Ah Da opened his mouth, showing a few white teeth, and said proudly, "Some time ago, I got the dragon blood grass rewarded by the young master, and I have broken through to the seventh-grade martial artist."

Zhou Tieyi hummed without comment, and his mind quickly recalled the power division in this world.

There are methods of spiritual practice in this world, and they can indeed achieve transcendence.

There are nine major schools and hundreds of methods among them.

The nine great schools of thought are Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Legalism, Mohism, Agriculture, Military Science, Yin-Yang School, and Diplomacy.

Under the Nine Great Masters, there are schools such as doctors, celebrities, historians, painters, poison masters, novelists, feng shui masters, and puppeteers that form the Hundred Dharmas.

The main reason why the Nine Great Schools are superior to other schools is that the cultivation methods of the Nine Great Schools can directly lead to the first level.

Even the top three schools of thought, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, have produced saints, attracting practitioners all over the world.

A Da is a seventh-rank martial artist. The Wu family is a branch of the Bing family, specializing in individual Qi and blood cultivation. The highest level that can be cultivated is the fourth rank, after which one must switch to the main lineage of the Bing family.

This school of practice is best at hand-to-hand combat. In close combat, even if facing an opponent who is one level higher than itself, it is possible to win.

As for himself, Zhou Tieyi subconsciously looked at his bony palms, according to the memory of this body.

My family has been military heroes for generations and I have a talent for martial arts. In fact, the most suitable thing for me to practice is the art of war, but my father made me practice Confucianism since I was a child.

In the past, Zhou Tieyi was a dull boy who hated studying and instead indulged in games and women. Until now, he is not even a ninth-rank Confucian scholar.

This world also has hundreds of schools of thought, and they are not similar but exactly the same, because the Confucian classics in my memory are almost the same as in my previous life.

What's going on? What's the connection between these two worlds?
Zhou Tieyi temporarily suppressed his doubts because Zhao Taisui had already rushed in with his servants.

There were two people on his left and right, one of them was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, thin, and wearing a gray robe that was discolored from being washed. Under his shiny bald head, his eyebrows and eyes were clear, and he held a string of prayer beads in his hand. There was a spot of precious light between his eyebrows like a relic, restrained yet crystal clear.

The other man was about forty years old, wearing brocade clothes, with slightly gray hair on his temples and sharp, shadowy eyes, but with heavy bags under his eyes. He also coughed softly from time to time, and a sharp golden light appeared and disappeared in his throat.

The sword box he carried on his back was four feet long and was carved from mahogany with dragons and phoenixes in bright colors.

This time, someone was backing him up, so when Zhao Taisui saw Zhou Tieyi still sitting in the lobby, he was furious, "Zhou Zhong barbarian! How dare you sit here?!"

The bruises on his neck from being pinched had not yet faded, and now he held his neck straight, looking like a proud blue-necked rooster.

(End of this chapter)