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Chapter 604 The Name of the Sage

Thinking of this, Zhang Qi glanced at Xing, whose movements were agile and like a forest spirit, and then at Gu, who was focused and steady, training his body step by step.

Perhaps, what he should do right now is not to immediately search for that long-broken human city, but to stay here.

On the one hand, he needed a sufficiently secluded foothold to process the information he had obtained and to secretly investigate the changes that had taken place in the world during his absence.

A remote, primitive tribe would be a good base.

On the other hand, a voice deep inside him told him that protecting and guiding the two children might be more meaningful than any reckless action.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Qi followed Gu and Xing towards the Pan tribe they had mentioned.

The entrance to the tribe was simple and rugged, constructed from huge logs crossed together. Several strong men, armed with stone spears and bone knives, watched the unfamiliar visitor warily.

Their eyes were sharp as eagles, and they exuded the bloodlust that came from fighting wild beasts; they were clearly not easy to deal with.

However, he is physically strong, but there is no energy circulation within his body...

Based on the clothing and weapons they wore, Zhang Qi roughly understood the level of civilization of this tribe.

Zhang Qi's appearance caused quite a stir in the Pan tribe.

For this settlement, which is almost completely isolated from the outside world, a stranger of unknown origin represents a potential danger.

However, this vigilance and skepticism were quickly dispelled in the days that followed.

Initially, it was a brave hunter who was chasing a highly venomous swamp lizard when he was scratched by its tail stinger. He developed a high fever and his body turned black. The tribe's shaman was helpless and could only watch him die.

Just when everyone was in despair, Zhang Qi calmly walked over, picked some ordinary grass leaves from the forest, crushed them and applied them to the wound. He then used a special technique to press the acupoints all over the body. In less than half a day, the hunter's fever subsided and he was out of danger.

Subsequently, the river on which the tribe depended for its livelihood suffered a sharp decrease in water volume due to the seasonal drying up of the upper reaches, and the catch of fish was much worse than before, so the tribe began to worry about food.

Zhang Qi then led them to cultivate fields beside the river, divert water for irrigation, and find several high-yield and drought-resistant crop seeds from the mountains and forests.

He personally taught his people how to till the soil, sow seeds, and weed, bringing the flame of agricultural civilization to this land for the first time.

When the first batch of grain ripened, the golden ears of grain bending the stalks under their weight, the entire tribe was in an uproar.

They never imagined that the land would repay them in such a generous way.

Zhang Qi did not stop there. He led the young people of the tribe to find an exposed iron ore vein in the back mountain, and then used the most primitive method to build a kiln and set off a roaring fire.

When the first dark red iron ingot was taken out of the kiln and transformed into a sharp blade and a sturdy spearhead under his hammering, the people's gaze toward him changed from respect to utter worship.

Medical care, farming, metallurgy... these technologies that transcended time were like a clear spring, completely transforming the face of this primitive tribe.

Zhang Qi would also take the time to carve the most basic characters in the sand with twigs, teaching curious children and hunters eager to become stronger.

The martial arts he taught took into account the tribe's comprehension level and were not made too complicated.

After all, one cannot expect someone who can't even read many characters to understand the philosophical realm in the Bodhidharma Sutra.

The martial arts and cultivation techniques he taught were all aimed at the essence of power, which led to a qualitative leap in the hunting efficiency and survival ability of the tribal hunting team.

Gradually, the title "Sage Enlightenment" spread far and wide, not only deeply rooted in the hearts of the Pan tribe, but also beginning to spread to more distant places with the occasional passing merchants.

During this peaceful time, Zhang Qi pieced together, little by little, the changes that had occurred on the continent after he was sealed on the isolated island in time and space, from the accounts of traveling merchants and hunters who went out to explore.

Just as he had feared worst, after his disappearance, the Serpent did not stop there, but launched a final all-out attack on the human city.

No one knows for sure how long that battle lasted or what it entailed. However, based on the current situation, it appears to have resulted in mutual destruction.

Because humanity is currently in a relatively good situation...

If he wasn't mistaken, it must have been Wu Ming who did something.

In short, humanity's last refuge, that magnificent city, was reduced to dust in the war.

Both the myriad races and the [Serpent] paid a terrible price. Countless powerful beings, including those holy figures who looked down upon all living beings, perished in that catastrophe, their origins returning to the heavens and earth.

The end of one era is the beginning of another.

Without the suppression of the Serpent and the high-ranking members of all races, and without unified leadership, humanity has instead unleashed a tenacious vitality.

Countless human heroes rose up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. They absorbed the essence scattered by the fallen saints and created all kinds of forces, engaging in a new confrontation with all races on this broken and cruel continent.

After learning all this, Zhang Qi was no longer in a hurry to find the survivors of the human city.

He chose to stay in the Pan tribe for the time being, continuing to carefully teach Gu and Xing, two children with unlimited potential, while also devoting more energy to the deduction of cultivation.

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Pan tribe is no longer what it used to be.

Tall, sturdy stone walls replaced the simple wooden fences, with arrow towers and watchtowers built on them, making it resemble a small fortress.

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were sparse.

On the watchtower at the tribe's gate, ten-year-old Gu held a long, jet-black spear, his posture upright as he gazed into the darkness.

Beside him was another boy of the same age, named Dao.

Compared to Gu, Dao was slightly thinner. He looked at the spear in Gu's hand with some envy. In the dim firelight, the spear shaft shimmered with light, reflecting the intricate runes on the shaft. It was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary item.

"This is a reward from Teacher Qi's last assessment. He personally crafted it for me and said it's called... a postnatal spiritual treasure."

Gu noticed his companion's gaze, grinned, and handed over the spear.

Want to have some fun?

"never mind."

Dao shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Gu Na's much stronger physique than others his age, then looking down at himself, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I really don't know how you grew up. You're getting stronger and stronger, just like a little calf."

In another corner of the lookout tower, two adult hunters on night watch were dozing against the wall, their snores soft.

The tribe's current strength and stability have made them much more relaxed, and they only become truly alert in moments of crisis.

However, just as he was praying and feeling sentimental, a faint but rapid "tap-tap" sound broke the silence of the night from the darkness in the distance.

The sound grew clearer and clearer as it approached from afar; it was the heavy, muffled thud of horses' hooves pounding the earth!

Gu Hedao's expression changed instantly, and the drowsy adult guards were also jolted awake.

Several dark figures suddenly burst forth from the darkness of the horizon, riding some kind of ferocious beast, their bodies radiating an ominous crimson aura, like arrows from hell, hurtling towards the gates of the Pan tribe...

(End of this chapter)