Longzang

Chapter 899 Guiding the Country
A beam of light rose from beneath Wei Yuan's hammer, shooting straight into the sky. Within the beam, a Yin Tiger roared to the heavens. Though silent, its power was overwhelming. Although the warriors present were seasoned veterans who had faced life and death daily, most of them trembled at this moment.

Although this Yin Tiger is not a divine beast, it is very close. This blade, imbued with such spirituality, is sufficient for use until the late stage of the Imperial Realm. The weapons of the two Desolate Witches in the Edge Fortress are no more than this.

Mad Bull picked up the knife with trembling hands, feeling the Yin Tiger moving through the blade and naturally establishing a connection with it. He could vaguely sense the Yin Tiger's joys and sorrows.

The fact that the knife had already given rise to a spiritual essence had already thrilled Mad Bull, but now that he had formed a connection with that essence, he was overjoyed beyond measure. He could now use it to clear many of the checkpoints on his way to the Imperial Realm, greatly increasing his chances of breaking through to the Desolate Witch realm.

The mad bull, at a loss for words, suddenly knelt down with a thud and cried out, "You saved my knife and have also shown me the grace of enlightenment, old bull, I..."

Aside from a knife, Mad Bull had nothing of value, and he wasn't very good with words, mostly just cursing demons. In his desperation, he could only kowtow repeatedly, causing cracks in the ground.

A stream of advanced fortune entered Wei Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, and Wei Yuan nodded secretly, realizing that this was already a worthwhile investment. Having made a start proved that this path was feasible, and there would be a continuous flow of fortune in the future.

Seeing that the mad bull was still desperately kowtowing, several powerful shamans went up to pull him away, but he threw them all away. Wei Yuan then walked over, reached out and helped him up, and the mad bull immediately stopped kowtowing.

Mad Bull tried several times but couldn't touch the ground. Finally, he looked up and stared at Wei Yuan in horror.

Wei Yuan said slowly, "This sword has accompanied you in battles and fights. Over the years, you have killed enemies and saved your colleagues. All the achievements you have accumulated are the result of your own hard work. Today, I am merely using it to fully unleash the spiritual power hidden within. It is just a catalyst. The true source of its spiritual power is still yourself."

This way of speaking was something Mad Cow had never heard of before.

According to the customs of the Wilderness Language, Wei Yuan should be laughing wildly at this point, first praising himself, then belittling Mad Bull, and finally taking a dig at the Power Witches in the entire fortress, not even letting the Wilderness Witches go, except for the Molten Dragon.

But at this moment, Wei Yuan said that he wasn't that good.

Suddenly, a thought struck Mad Bull: if Wei Yuan wasn't particularly skilled, how would he know that his blade possessed a hidden spiritual essence, and how would he have been able to activate it? The previous weapon refiner was a fraud, so let's leave that aside. But the refiner before that was a true master; how come he didn't see it either?
There were still several ancient sorcerers in the fortress, including Lord Molten Dragon, but none of them saw any spirituality in the blade. Only Wei Yuan not only saw it, but also awakened the almost sacred beast-like spirituality in the Yin Tiger!
Mad Bull felt like he understood something, but then again, he didn't. In short, the groundhog in front of him suddenly became incredibly large, practically a towering groundhog mountain!

This time, Mad Bull broke free from Wei Yuan's hands and kowtowed earnestly and respectfully.

A stream of pure crimson inner core and pure yellow outer wall of fortune entered Wei Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness. This was the pinnacle of fortune among Dharma Aspect Power Witches, even purer than that of Lie Sanyi and Zhen Gang. Wei Yuan estimated that even if he were to commit suicide like Mad Bull now, Wei Yuan would probably do so without hesitation.

Looking at this aura of fortune, Wei Yuan sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat guilty. It didn't actually require Mad Bull to shed so much blood; it could have succeeded without it. However, by not making him pay such a huge price, Mad Bull's obsession wouldn't be so deep or strong, making it difficult to activate the hidden aura of fortune and karma within the blade. Wei Yuan would have needed several times the amount of azure energy and sacrificial power to activate it.

Mad Bull's obsession with this knife was unparalleled; he nearly bled himself to death, but the result was unexpectedly good. Even the onlookers, including the powerful sorcerer, contributed several streams of luck to Wei Yuan.

Mad Bull, clinging to the knife, looked embarrassed as he faced Wei Yuan.

This sword weighed over a thousand pounds, its entire body formed from Fiery God Iron, making it priceless. Mad Bull had nothing of value and couldn't possibly offer a reward. Besides, his life wasn't his own; it belonged to the Sharp Edge Fortress. So how could he possibly repay such a treasure?

This question instantly caused the temperature of the mad cow disease to rise sharply.

Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said, "No need to overthink it. Since I've come to Fengmang, this is simply my duty."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wei Yuan realized that he had unconsciously adopted the human way of speaking again. According to the rules of the Wilderness Language, since the other party had already bowed his head, Wei Yuan should boast about himself lavishly; the higher he praised himself, the more valuable the opponent's bowing would seem. At this moment, not boasting about himself would be disrespectful to his opponent.

However, Wei Yuan felt somewhat ashamed and, after thinking it over, couldn't bring himself to say it.

The shamans were all taken aback by Wei Yuan's response and fell silent for a moment.

Wei Yuan felt a pang of unease, wondering if his identity had been exposed. Logically, the thick layer of flesh and bones surrounding his body was from the Wu Clan, while his human core had shrunk into a ball, like a fetus hidden deep within his body. If this was discovered, Wei Yuan would have no choice but to accept it. But after a moment of silence, the Wu Clan suddenly erupted, the terrifying roar nearly ripping off the tens of thousands of pounds of stone slabs from the roof.

"Groundhog, look at my weapon!"

"Lord Mole, how do I repair this axe?"

"Mad Bull, get out of my way! I want Lord Rat to see my gun..."

The shamans jostled and pushed, none willing to fall behind, fearing Wei Yuan might tire and stop operating. They exerted every ounce of strength in their shoving and jostling, resulting in a cacophony of strange noises amidst their shouts. Some shamans, both male and female, were clearly excited by the pushing and shoving; there were both male and female shamans.

Several streams of fortune descended, making Wei Yuan find these power-wielding sorcerers rather endearing and not at all troublesome; it didn't matter if they argued with wild roars. Just then, a stream of fortune, entirely golden and red, surrounded by rainbow-colored celestial light, quietly descended.

Wei Yuan was taken aback. It turned out that there was another ancient sorcerer hiding outside. This ancient sorcerer must have witnessed the entire process, but was unaware that the aura had already revealed its existence.

Although this Desolate Witch's Aura is also at the initial stage, it is clearly different from the other Desolate Witch's Aura on Wei Yuan's body. It occasionally emits a rainbow halo, clearly indicating that it is no ordinary object. Could it be a Molten Dragon?

Wei Yuan immediately dismissed the idea. The Molten Dragon had already cultivated itself into a powerful being; how could its fortune be so easily obtained? Even with just one Heavenly Word, Wei Yuan hadn't managed to acquire a single bit of fortune over the years. Most of its fortune had likely been given away to various witch flowers.

Since the shaman refused to show himself, Wei Yuan pretended not to know. He then began to inspect the weapons and equipment of the shamans.

"Grey Wolf, your knife isn't badly damaged, but it doesn't quite match your fighting style. It needs to be modified..."

A stroke of luck.

"Blackback, this axe only has a layer of corrosion on the surface, it doesn't seem serious, but the material itself is of poor quality. It's best to replace it..."

A stroke of luck.

……

This group of powerful shamans consisted mostly of dogs. The dogs watched as a groundhog gestured and declared its authority.

“Tian Yuan, you are actually very smart, and your physical body is strong. There’s no need to choose heavy weapons just because you’re not big. A bow and arrow would be more effective in killing you…”

A path to advancement in fortune.

……

More and more shamans lined up outside the courtyard, but it was quiet. Everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully to the groundhog in the courtyard explaining the sermon.

In their minds, this was preaching. Even listening to Wei Yuan instruct other shamans could bring them considerable benefits. After all, canines share commonalities.

On this day, the groundhog pointed out the vast wilderness and gained countless fortunes.

(End of this chapter)