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With a wave of his hand, wind rose out of nowhere and swept away all the female practitioners of the Qilian tribe, including Wujina.

Then Zhang Wei took out a piece of clothing from the spiritual cave and put it on, while thinking about his next arrangements.

According to Wujina's memory, the cultivation system on the Hetu grassland is slightly different from that of the outside world.

Due to limited resources, most of the monks on the grassland cultivate their bodies and minds to become so-called warriors or shamans. Only a small number of people embark on the path of magical cultivation.

However, in Zhang Wei's eyes, the body-refining methods of the grassland warriors were very crude, not to mention compared with the orthodox body-refining cultivators of the Wuxian Sect. It could only be said that they were of unconventional origin.

Originally, the orthodox body-cultivating cultivators had much better lifespan and physical health than other cultivators.

However, due to the lack of resources, the grassland warriors can only strengthen their own Qi and blood by constantly devouring the flesh and blood of spiritual beasts, but cannot take systematic and scientific medicinal baths.

Although this method of cultivation can make rapid progress in the early stages and the Qi and blood power is far superior to that of physical practitioners at the same level, it is a poisonous act of exchanging lifespan and good health for combat power. The lifespan of grassland warriors at the same level is nearly 30% lower than that of normal cultivators in the outside world!

For example, the leader of the Qilian tribe, Wujina’s father, Asotula, was a warrior comparable to the Golden Core Realm.

Now he is only a little over 500 years old, but he already has signs of old age, which is equivalent to a normal Jindan cultivator of 800 years old!
If there is no breakthrough, the time of death will be within the next hundred years.

But the Warriors have a special ability

As long as a warrior is famous enough to be praised by people everywhere, he can become the spirit of his ancestors and continue to protect the tribe under the prayers of the shaman and the tribesmen after his death.

According to Zhang Wei's opinion.

It is the so-called deification.

However, the gods created by this method of deification do not have the emotions they had when they were alive. They only have simple instincts. Driven by the will of the tribesmen, they take action in times of crisis and help the tribe overcome difficulties.

It is a relatively special method of utilizing the spirit of cultivators.

Moreover, not all warriors can become ancestor spirits. They must have sufficient achievements and strength in their lifetime. If one wants to achieve these two points, then the warrior must have at least the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm in his lifetime.

As for Shaman.

This position is even more special.

According to the rules of the Hetu grassland, a tribe can be without warriors, but it must have a shaman.

A formal shaman is equivalent to a Purple Mansion master who has awakened his divine consciousness in the outside world. Because they pay special attention to the cultivation of the soul, they can use their own divine consciousness to communicate with the spirits of their ancestors or the natural spirits wandering on the grassland. Then, through sacrifice, they can obtain power or rewards from them, or even guidance in dangerous situations, thus escaping the entire tribe from danger.

From this point of view, the practice of shamanism is very similar to the Mountain Sacrifice Sect of the Five Realms.

However, compared with the Mountain Sacrifice Sect that advocates that unity is beneficial to both sides and division is harmful to both sides, the shamans are more obsessed with relying on the practice of natural spirits. It can even be said that they are the spokespersons of natural spirits or ancestral spirits.

The higher you go in your practice, the less ego you have.

Eventually, they will become puppets of the ancestral spirits or nature elves, and after death they will transform into the power of these two and continue to shine and emit heat.

Today, on this vast Hetu grassland, there are only a few tribes that have great shamans and warriors who are comparable to the divine realm. They occupy the most fertile areas of water and grass in the entire grassland, and this has been going on for more than 20,000 years.

The Qilian tribe and several other surrounding tribes were vassals of the Qishan tribe, one of the larger tribes. Unable to afford the high tribute, they migrated to the edge of the grassland and have been eating sand for three hundred years.

As for Wujina, she is the most talented genius in the Qilian tribe in the past five hundred years. She is extremely gifted in both body and mind refining. At a young age, she has a cultivation base comparable to that of the Purple Mansion Realm. It is no longer a dream for her to reach the Nascent Soul Realm in the future. She is the hope for the Qilian tribe to escape from their current predicament.

But in Zhang Wei's eyes...it's just that.

Although he has good talent, he is just a potential candidate to become an inner disciple in the Shenxiao Sect.

However, he does have the Moon Spirit Root. If the people from the Yin Yang Sect saw him, they might want to take him in as their disciple.

Zhang Wei didn't have such an idea.

However, according to Wujina's memory, the direction of the Qishan tribe... seems to be highly overlapped with the location of the Innate Creation Gourd... Could it have fallen there?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei felt a little heavy.

According to Wujina's memory, there were three warriors who were comparable to gods and two great shamans in the Qishan tribe.

Especially the two great shamans, if they were to stay in the tribe and mobilize the power of the ancestral spirits or the spirits of nature, they could display terrifying power comparable to that of the two peak-level gods!
That is, the five incarnations of the gods...

With such strength, even the former Zhang Wei had to be cautious. After all, these warriors and shamans were not magic cultivators, and his Five Elements Yang Thunder had little control over them.

Especially now he...

Zhang Wei sighed as he felt the meridians in his body recovering less than one percent of their original function.

The best I can do now is to deal with someone at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm. I am no match for the Qishan Tribe at all.

Although he had obtained many treasures from the fragments of the secret realm and recovery was not difficult, without the innate good fortune gourd, it would take at least hundreds of years for him to recover in his current condition.

Hundreds of years of effort...there are too many variables.

Moreover, as an outsider, it would be difficult for me to find a high-level spiritual vein on the Hetu grassland that would not be disturbed by others to recover...

Just as Zhang Wei was thinking about countermeasures, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked outside through the cover of the tent.

At this moment, two elderly people, a man and a woman, who were very old and had a lot of things hanging on their bodies, appeared at the door. At their feet, there were several people kneeling, including Wujina and her brother Tuso, who had just been blasted out by Zhang Wei, and their father, Asotula, the most powerful warrior of the Qilian tribe, who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

And those two old men were probably the only two shamans in the Qilian tribe, Yesu who was in the early Jindan stage and Kuo Luo who was in the late Zifu stage.

At this moment, the two most respected shamans of the Qilian tribe said humbly: "We didn't know that you were here, so a group of young people in the tribe neglected your immortal body. We deserve to die. Please punish us!"

There was no movement in the tent.

Upon seeing this, Yesu looked at Tulu fiercely.

Tulu's whole body trembled, and then a conflicted look appeared on his face. He then took out a beast tooth dagger and looked apologetically at his wife Tuya who was thrown away by Zhang Wei.

Tuya's face also showed sadness immediately, but she didn't say anything. She just shed two lines of tears and raised her neck.

Seeing this, Wujina, who was standing by, stood up anxiously and shouted, "No, it has nothing to do with Sister-in-law Tuya. It's me, it's all me! If you want to kill someone, just kill me!"

Before she could finish her words, a rough big hand pressed down Wujina's head. Her father Asotula forced her to kneel on the ground and scolded her: "Nonsense, Wujina, you have no right to speak here, kneel down quickly!"

"Woooo..."

Wujina was pinned to the ground. With her strength at the Purple Mansion Realm, she could not resist her father, who was considered a strong man even at the Golden Core Realm. She could only whimper sadly.

However, just as Tulu's dagger was about to sweep across Tuya's neck, a sound finally came from the tent.

"All right!"

A low shout was heard, and then everyone suddenly felt the change of heaven and earth. They who were originally outside the tent were instantly inside the tent.

Sitting on the big bed in the middle of the tent was a handsome young man whose clothing style was very different from that of the grassland herdsmen. His five-colored eyes emitted a faint blue-purple light. When he looked at them, they felt as if their hearts were seen through, which immediately shocked Yesu and Atusola.

Change the world, and there will be light in your eyes.

This boy is indeed as they thought, an extremely powerful man!
At least he is at the Nascent Soul stage!
Then, Zhang Wei looked at Tulu who was holding a dagger and said, "You want to put on a show of self-torture in front of me? That's totally unnecessary."

"Gudong..."

Tulu swallowed his saliva, quickly threw the dagger in his hand aside, knelt in front of Zhang Wei and said: "This is all my wishful thinking, please punish me, senior!"

Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows and said, "You said so."

After saying that, Zhang Wei pointed casually, and a ray of divine light shot out and hit Tulu directly. Then, in full view of everyone, the originally tall and mighty Tulu slowly turned into a black horse!

Yesu and Atusola were horrified.

To them, transforming a living being into another species is simply a legendary method.

Only in the ancient legends of the grasslands would there be a situation where, after a warrior's death, the natural spirits, out of mercy, transformed him into an eagle flying high in the sky, revered by all.

What is going on?!
750,000 horses, splitting the atom!

Zhang Wei looked at his own methods and nodded with satisfaction.

As early as when he had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, Zhang Wei could use electromagnetic thoughts to reorganize matter and turn people with similar elements into pigs or bananas.

Now that he had broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm and his spiritual power had reached a new level, his control over electromagnetic force had naturally become more subtle, to the point where he could even split atoms.

Under the influence of his spiritual power, he can create all kinds of things out of thin air at will.

Clothes, food, furniture, houses, and even weapons... As long as Zhang Wei wants something, and the power level does not exceed his own cultivation level, and the mana is sufficient, he can create it out of nothing in an instant. It can be said that he is now a castrated version of the innate creation gourd. Transforming a cultivator who is not even a golden elixir into a demon horse is just a thought for him.

"I will punish you to work like a slave for me for a hundred years. After a hundred years, this spell will disappear and you will be free again."

Zhang Wei said so.

The black horse that Tulu transformed into also lowered its head after hearing this, accepting its fate.

Then Zhang Wei turned his gaze to Atusola, Yesu and others.

"As for you..."

Without waiting for Zhang Wei to speak, Atusola knelt down and begged, "Please show me what punishment you give me, I am willing to bear it, even if it means being refined into a magic weapon. I only ask that you can spare my daughter Wujina and the Qilian tribe's life!"

"Father!"

Wujina called out sadly, but Atusola remained unmoved. She could only look at Zhang Wei with tearful eyes, like a lamb waiting for death, full of pleading.

Zhang Wei's face twitched.

He said unhappily: "I am not a demon cultivator, what do I need your body that is not even at the Nascent Soul stage for?! But I do have an opportunity that can help the Qilian tribe change their fate, it all depends on whether you dare to take it!"

Atusola's heart moved and he asked quickly.

"May I ask, Senior, what is this opportunity?"

Zhang Wei asked with a smile: "Do you want to replace the Qishan tribe?"

Atusola: “Huh?!”

At this time, Zhang Wei did not explain, but looked into the distance and said with a distant look: "What a coincidence..."

At this moment, thousands of miles away from the Qilian tribe, three beams of light were moving rapidly, each of them exuding tremendous power, as if the sun was shining across the sky, shocking the area within a thousand miles.

Yuanying goes out on tour!

And their target is the Qilian tribe!

Feeling the thin spiritual energy around him, the sturdy man at the head couldn't help but frown and said, "The Qilian tribe is quite lucky! They were driven to such a remote place by us, but they still found a master from the outside world and took the opportunity to turn things around!"

Another young man wearing a tiger tooth bead on his head snorted coldly: "So what? A poor man who doesn't even have a Nascent Soul can't defend this treasure mountain."

"That outside expert was at least a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator in his prime, and he was also a physical cultivator. I want his skin to be used as a drum to sing the hymns of praise to our ancestors!"

The last one, a hunchbacked old man with a bloody tattoo on his face, spoke in a cold voice, which drew the agreement of the other two.

The three of them were the chieftains and shamans of the nearby Shadow Wolf Tribe.

Although the Shadow Wolf Tribe does not have a God of Transformation like the Qishan Tribe, it is also a large tribe with many Nascent Souls. It has tens of millions of herdsmen and cattle and sheep like rivers. Logically, it should look down on the Qilian Tribe and other tribes that have fled here.

They were too lazy to even ask them for tribute coins.

After all, they have been driven to this place, and there is nothing worth their concern. The most they can do is to arrange for the Ink Shadow Wolf, who is subordinate to the natural spirit they worship, to monitor.

But some time ago, a sandstorm occurred on the border of the grassland, and then the nature spirit they worshipped conveyed a special message to their shaman.

A powerful and unidentified outsider descended upon the Qilian tribe and was taken away by them!
Upon hearing the news, several chiefs and shamans of the Shadow Wolf Tribe did not rush out, but first sent people to the Qilian Tribe to inquire about Zhang Wei's information.

After all, no one knows whether this foreign monk who suddenly arrived on the Hetu grassland is a blessing or a curse.

Then they learned that Zhang Wei's meridians were all broken but his body was strong and he had been "unconscious".

As well as the Qilian tribe's plan to borrow seeds from Zhang Wei to breed a new generation, and at the same time bind Zhang Wei to the Qilian tribe.

Now the chief shamans of the Shadow Wolf Tribe could no longer sit still.

According to the information sent back by the spies, Zhang Wei's physical body is at least comparable to that of the Nascent Soul stage. Even if his meridians are completely destroyed, he can still be regarded as a Nascent Soul fighter.

If they wait until Zhang Wei wakes up and reaches a cooperative relationship with the Qilian tribe, and then when the other party integrates the surrounding tribes in the future, wouldn't that impact the status of their Shadow Wolf tribe?
We must nip the threat in the bud before the other party wakes up!
As for the Qilian tribe and several surrounding tribes.

You picked up a strong man from the outside world but didn’t report it?

This is no longer an ordinary tribe, we must strike hard!

However, just as they were thinking this.

Suddenly they found that the void in front of them shook.

Then, a huge hand composed of countless spiritual energy and with a diameter of more than a thousand feet condensed and grabbed towards them!

The two leading Nascent Soul Realm warriors snorted coldly upon seeing this, and then attacked fiercely. Two wolf-like and tiger-like fist shadows blasted out instantly, colliding with the spiritual hand!

However, the next moment, their expressions changed drastically.

Puff—

Only two muffled sounds were heard, and the attacks of the two warriors that were powerful enough to destroy mountains and break peaks were like bubbles, and they burst with a puff the moment they touched the spiritual hand.

It was directly reduced to the purest energy and flowed into the big hand of spiritual energy, causing the big hand of spiritual energy to expand several times in an instant!

"The wolf spirit has arrived!"

There was a shout, and then the bloody tattoo on the shaman's body began to twist wildly. The next moment, he turned into a werewolf shadow that was a thousand feet tall!

It is the wolf spirit worshipped by the Shadow Wolf Tribe!
Even though he was far away from the Shadow Wolf Tribe, when summoned and possessed by the shaman, he still possessed a powerful strength comparable to that of a peak Nascent Soul stage.

It is the Shadow Wolf Tribe’s greatest reliance in controlling the thousands of miles of grassland in all directions!

After the wolf spirit possessed the body, it immediately opened its bloody mouth and released infinite suction force, intending to swallow the spiritual hand.

However, the next moment, the spiritual hand just snapped its fingers!
boom---

The air exploded, and the finger of the spiritual hand hit the wolf spirit directly on its mouth, blowing its head apart!
boom---

The wolf spirit's body suddenly exploded, leaving only a headless corpse falling to the ground.

One finger smashed the wolf spirit? !

What kind of monster is this? !
Seeing this, the two Shadow Wolf warriors immediately turned around and ran, with no intention of confronting Zhang Wei head-on.

However, they were willing to escape, but Zhang Wei was unwilling to let them go.

I saw the spiritual hand grabbing into the void.

A black hole with a diameter of tens of feet suddenly took shape!
The terrifying gravitational force directly distorted the void within a radius of hundreds of miles, and pulled the two fleeing people back!
"No---"

The two screamed, but they could not change their fate of being swallowed by the black hole.

As the two were swallowed by the black hole, the spiritual hand suddenly clenched, then exploded and turned into five-colored light spots all over the sky and slowly disappeared, leaving only a devastated land.

And thousands of miles away, in the tent of the Qilian tribe.

Atusola, Wujina and other people from the Qilian tribe looked at Zhang Wei in horror as he reached into the void and rummaged around, then pulled out two pale and disheveled figures and threw them to the ground at random!
"Keshi, Tarot!"

After seeing the two men, Atusola screamed in surprise, because he knew these two people. They were the two chiefs of the Shadow Wolf Tribe, a large tribe that ruled over a radius of tens of millions of miles nearby!
They are all powerful people in the Nascent Soul Realm!
In their Qilian tribe, that means they can worship it day and night, and then it will become the spirit of the ancestor and enrich the legend of their Qilian tribe!

Now, within a short breath, the young Taoist in front of him had grabbed him from an unknown distance and thrown him to the ground like a dead dog? !

How strong is this young Taoist in front of me?

Could it be... the Divine Transformation Realm? !
Atusola's eyes gleamed, and then he knelt on the ground like a mountain of gold and jade, and offered the sword at his waist, saying loudly: "If you don't abandon me, Atusola is willing to be your hunting dog and watch over your sheep!"

"good!"

Zhang Wei nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Zhang Wei heard Yesu asking hesitantly, "What is your name, senior? We can announce your arrival to the herdsmen in the tribe!"

Zhang Wei glanced at this quickly.

After thinking for a while, a mischievous idea came to his mind, and he said, "From now on, you can call me Temujin!"

(End of this chapter)