Chapter Ninety-Seven: Clan Chief, I’ve Become One (Fourth Update)

Tearing off a piece of chicken leg, he inhaled its fragrant aroma, examining the peculiarities within. The chicken, having been roasted over his fire once, had lost its vitality, just as before. Furthermore, the flesh and blood of the vengeful pheasant had been manipulated by the Great Dao of Creation, consuming all its life force, reducing it to this brilliantly colored chicken.

Yet, Luo Zu could not comprehend how that call to Yang had come about just now.

“Chief, it smells so good,” said Iron Head Boy, drooling as he approached; he had only just returned today. After all, there was an important announcement to make.

“Here,” Luo Zu tore off a piece of chicken meat and handed it to him.

Iron Head Boy chuckled, snatched the meat, swallowed it whole, even grinding the bones inside into fragments.

“From now on, Tieshan Village will be your responsibility, okay?” Luo Zu said casually as Iron Head Boy ate, as if it were a trivial matter.

Iron Head Boy was momentarily stunned, then quickly became anxious. “Chief, I can’t do that. If not me, then let Huo handle it.”

“There are many matters in Yanquan Village too, and we can’t do without him,” Luo Zu replied.

Iron Head Boy said, “Then… let Zhi handle it. He’s steady.”

“Enough. I have already arranged things for him.”

“Xiao?”

“She’s arranged too.”

“Yan.”

“Iron Head, it’s you. Your divine power is best suited for iron smelting, and you are now the highest cultivator in the tribe after me. Such an important place cannot do without you.” Luo Zu cut off his objections firmly.

Iron Head Boy was helpless and had no choice but to agree.

“When you get there, you must not stop cultivating, understand?” Luo Zu advised.

“Mm,” Iron Head Boy muttered unhappily.

Luo Zu knew well his frustration, but this task truly had to be his.

“If you don’t go, then I will,” Luo Zu added.

“Huh?” Iron Head Boy looked up in confusion.

“Then I’ll go myself.”

“Tieshan is very important. If our tribe wants better development and to establish itself on this land, we cannot do without iron. For farming, hunting, and everything else, iron is indispensable,” Luo Zu persuaded again.

Having tried the hard approach, he now softened his tone; otherwise, Iron Head Boy would hold his resentment and fail at the task.

“I understand,” Iron Head Boy nodded.

“Take the rest of these, and practice the Forty-Nine Profound Arts as soon as possible,” Luo Zu said.

Finally, a smile appeared on Iron Head Boy’s face.

He took the roasted chicken away and then went aside to devour it.

Meanwhile, Luo Zu held another splendidly colored pheasant in his hands.

He replaced the demon lord suppressing the “Sacred Mountain” with it.

At this moment, the world’s foremost killing talent standing below the mountain was astonished at how the demon lord’s aura had surged again.

But he had no retreat and had already ascended the mountain.

The crucial point was how to shatter the “Sacred Mountain” and kill the demon lord at its base.

He became anxious, fearing the demon lord would grow even stronger.

Having wandered the wilderness for so long, he sensed the demon lord had changed its aura seven or eight times.

“Martial God,” Yang sighed deeply.

The “Sacred Mountain” was too tall and vast; he feared even his greatest divine power might fail.

“Kill me,” that voice, soft as a breeze, sounded again.

It reached Yang’s ears and also fell upon Luo Zu, who was eating chicken.

It seemed truly intent on seeking death.

Yang circled the mountain and finally prepared a technique capable of splitting rock and mountain to shatter the “Sacred Mountain.”

Seeing his helplessness, Luo Zu continued to study the “Flesh and Blood Rebirth” method within the vengeful pheasant’s flesh.

But just as last time, he found nothing.

The gap between him and a celestial immortal was vast.

After all, immortals were immortals; the difference between pseudo-immortals and true immortals was like an abyss, and the gap between true immortals and celestial immortals was naturally even greater.

Such a chasm in realm was a leap in the very essence of life, like an ant transforming into an elephant.

Each great realm advancement should be an irrational surge in strength.

Otherwise, why bother with such classifications? Everyone could just be called immortals, adding levels or ranks.

While he pondered this, Iron Head Boy completed his sixth transformation.

“Chief, I did it!” Iron Head Boy exclaimed excitedly.

“Mm, keep working hard; you’ll catch up to me soon,” Luo Zu responded, his tone perfunctory but increasingly encouraging.

Iron Head Boy was greatly inspired, clenching his fist: “I will, Chief!”

“In that case, hurry to Tieshan Village,” Luo Zu urged him to take up his post.

Iron Head Boy, still full of vitality, raised his hand and loudly replied, “Yes, Chief!”

At last, he left.

The surge of blood and energy from his breakthrough made him exhilarated.

Luo Zu watched his divine sense and saw him find a fierce beast, fight it, then carry its corpse off toward Tieshan Village.

Iron Head Boy was so excited he seemed to have boundless strength.

Luo Zu did not remind him that he had forgotten the three hunting team members who had followed him back.

Instead, Luo Zu gathered those men and sent them to lead a group of Luoxiang tribespeople to Tieshan Village.

However, the migration journey was six hundred li, fraught with danger, so Luo Zu had to navigate for them, covering a thousand li with his divine sense, constantly reporting dangers ahead and helping them detour.

While the Luoxiang people hurried on, Yang continued to assault the “Sacred Mountain.”

Repeated divine techniques aimed at shattering rock and mountain fell, yet the “Sacred Mountain” remained intact.

Even using the Purple Ying Sword could not damage it.

A whole month passed, and the “Sacred Mountain” was still whole.

Finally, Yang sat down heavily atop the bare summit of the “Sacred Mountain,” gazing over it, speechless and sighing.

He even regretted coming here.

If he could not destroy this “Sacred Mountain,” how could he kill the demon lord?

If the demon lord could overturn this mountain, then Yang, unable to harm it in the slightest, could hardly be its match.

He fell into self-doubt.

Yet he did not descend the mountain, remaining in place.

“From now on, this will be my cultivation site,” Yang declared unilaterally to the world.

With his current appearance and aura, he feared that even returning to the human realm, he would no longer be recognized as human.

Originally, the Purple Ying Sword should have nourished his true qi through his consecration.

But as he killed more demons, especially in the final battle, the sword’s nature changed.

Its inherent Dao magic was twisted by the abundant demonic energy, transforming into demonic magic, which then fed back demonic qi into Yang.

Thus, he had become what he was now.

“Years of worry all in vain; I fear I will be trapped here for the rest of my life,” Yang sighed sitting on a large stone.

With that, he struck the “Sacred Mountain” with his sword once more.

Alas, no miracle occurred.

Fortunately, at his realm, starvation was impossible; a few sips of the northwest wind could sustain him.

Moreover, the spiritual energy here was abundant, and the essence of sun and moon could be absorbed wherever he was.

“Hmm… it has changed again.”

While he contemplated, the demon lord’s aura below the mountain, unsurprisingly, grew stronger once more.