Chapter 331 - 188 An Qianshan and An Jing

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Chapter 331: Chapter 188 An Qianshan and An JingIn the two years with the Tagu Tribe, An Qianshan taught this group of Barbarians rules and regulations, training methods; he showed them how to boil sugar and brew wine, how to make medicine and cultivate herbs, how to detoxify and kill pests, how to cook ingredients in a healthy manner, trained chefs to create medicinal meals, and how to nourish the circulatory organs. Dust Li never lacked resources, they just lacked efficient ways to utilize them. The original medical practitioners and priests of the Tagu Tribe were quite dissatisfied with An Qianshan’s command; the Tagu Tribe also had their own herbal remedies that were very effective. But An Qianshan, as if divinely assisted in this area, proclaimed he had thoroughly read the Martial Scripture and easily understood the principles of the tribal herbal remedies from the many similar formulas he knew, removing some clearly useless parts from the tribal methods—such as the secretions of a certain insect, which were somewhat sweet, but had no medicinal effect whatsoever—and added some complementary herbs, resulting in more effective new formulas. It sounded miraculous, but in fact, such optimization work had long been thriving in the original Hanbei. Many merchants from Da Chen, after receiving the ancient secret formulas from Dust Li, would make slight changes and then sell them as their exclusive blends. The southward invasion of the Northern Barbarians interrupted this process, and as the leader of the substantial An merchant caravan among those merchants, An Qianshan naturally knew many of the optimized formulas. The Tagu Tribe’s secret medicine was something he had seen similar versions of. The recipes were public knowledge anyway, and since he had ended up among the Northern Barbarians, he did not care much for such trivial details and used them with a clear conscience, impressing and subduing everyone. In the end, An Qianshan himself was once the head of a clan and had led the An Family to ever-greater heights. Although the Northern Barbarians were a bit ignorant, they were straightforward in their thinking. Once commanded by their chieftain, they would go all out, and with Taku Lang’s support, commanding these Barbarians even seemed more straightforward than dealing with his own kin who were always looking to cheat and take advantage. In two years’ time, the entire Tagu Tribe was transformed, and what was once a loose and scattered tribe now had an increasingly fierce aura. They had also gained some renown among the various Barbarian Tribes of the Northern Plains. And it was not just that, even with only Inner Breath as Vast as River, An Qianshan was still able to guide Taku Lang’s cultivation. This Giant Spirit had relied mostly on instinct for his past cultivation, naturally achieving Inner Breath like Tide, and then his innate Divine Power helped him achieve a ’Steel Casting Body,’ a Divine Abnormality of Flesh and Blood. An Qianshan taught him the Breathing Skills from his family’s Martial Scripture, only to find that although this Giant Spirit was not even one-tenth as talented as his own son, his natural talent was indeed more than a dozen times better than his own. He quickly grasped the fundamentals and soon became skilled in the cultivation of Inner Strength. Next, he might even achieve the cultivation of the Circulatory Organs. With dual Divine Abnormalities and mid-level Inner Strength, a Giant Spirit had substantial influence among small to medium-sized tribes. While it was impossible to become a Great Tribe without a Martial Meridian, neither Taku Lang nor An Qianshan had ever considered that. You should know, a Martial Meridian equates to a Grandmaster! As long as they were not involved with the Great Sects, a Martial Meridian was already the highest of high lords among ordinary people! It was for this very reason that the news of An Jing’s slaying of three Grandmasters spread far and wide. If it were any higher, ordinary people might not even understand what the term Divine Repository meant. "Strange, this An family’s Martial Scripture is something I can never quite grasp when I study it myself, but I always feel like, other than me, everyone else seems to have no bottlenecks... Is it my problem, or is it the problem of the ancestors?" Occasionally, An Qianshan would wonder if his actions were aiding the enemy or if they constituted treason... but upon deeper reflection, he was just trying to survive. It was Da Chen who had abandoned them first, not that they wanted to betray their country. Not to mention, if the Tagu Tribe wasn’t strong, how could he use the tribe’s strength to search for clues about his wife and children? As he searched all the way here, An Qianshan was completely convinced that his wife and children had not perished in the initial Frost Calamity disturbance, but the subsequent mass exodus had completely wiped out any trace of Shen Mubai and An Jing’s whereabouts. With his own power alone, shouting until hoarse and running until his legs broke would not suffice to trace them. As a man of Da Chen, An Qianshan knew full well the power of crowds and the might of influence. Just like now, if he hadn’t had the channels of the Tagu Tribe and received the intelligence passed by some merchant caravans within Da Chen, how could he have known about An Jing’s current situation? "An brothers, your child, my nephew, he is truly a warrior!" Taku Lang took the letter from An Qianshan’s hand, read it carefully, then returned it to him, full of admiration, "Inner Strength slaying a Grandmaster... Even if I were to reach the peak of Inner Strength, I wouldn’t dare face a single Grandmaster with a blade." "There may be some exaggeration involved." An Qianshan exhaled deeply. While he said this, deep down, having always known An Jing was extraordinary, he actually believed one hundred percent that An Jing was capable of such deeds. The only problem is that the current Northern Border is no longer what it once was, with Barbarian Tribes and spirits and monsters lurking everywhere. Alone, I wouldn’t be able to travel a hundred li without being devoured. "What do you plan to do?" Taku Lang stared intently at An Qianshan, "Are you going back to Da Chen to find your son?" "Of course not. The Northern Border may seem dangerous, but it is merely the ordinary warfare of the Martial Army. The real whirlpool of a bloody sea of horror lies around my child. The slightest misstep would mean complete and utter destruction." Knowing slightly more than Taku Lang, a true backcountry barbarian, about the true nature of the Great Sect and Divine Mandate, An Qianshan closed his eyes. He pondered for a moment and then slightly shook his head, "No... knowing they are well is enough." "I can’t help him or his mother, and rushing there would only make me a burden to him... Although I’ve never had much authority in front of that child, I cannot allow myself to become a burden to him." Opening his eyes, An Qianshan’s thoughts were settled, and he spoke solemnly, "What we need to do now is to stick to the original plan... Ta, although we still have a considerable amount of food and goods, the hearts of the people in our tribe have begun to waver. According to my speculation, Iron Li’s tribes and Da Chen will enter a rather prolonged standoff, much like when the Conquering General’s Martial Army embarked on their expedition to the Northern Plains." "During such a time, the more reckless and arbitrarily plundering tribes are the ones most likely to be worn down into flesh and blood... A medium-sized tribe like Tagu, although it may sound somewhat renowned, is just like unnoticed sediment sinking in the Unfrozen River when thrown into such a battlefield." "Let’s retreat. It’s time to stop. There’s no need to keep searching for the riches abandoned in Da Chen’s cities any longer. Our top priority should be finding a spot towards the rear, somewhere quiet and secluded that doesn’t attract attention, where we can avoid Da Chen’s blades as well as the territories occupied by large tribes, and gather some scattered warriors from other tribes." "Even if we are conscripted for the battlefield later, we can slow down and observe the situation." "Now is the time for us to recuperate." "Agreed." The Giant Spirit Warrior nodded slightly, Taku Lang said convincingly, "I’ll follow your lead, brother." ——Fame. The name An Jing may not have spread throughout the north and south, but in the northwest of the Northern Border, it’s exceptionally hot. However, curiously enough, many Martial Artists from Da Chen scouring various cities and wilderness areas of the Northern Border and local powers failed to find any trace of An Jing. Perhaps it’s not so strange. After all, if even the Heaven’s Will Demon Sect couldn’t find An Jing, letting him escape all the way to Kanming City, it’s quite normal that they could not compete with the sect. "Perhaps we do not need to worry so much about the Divine Mandate." The various powers that initially wanted to seize the opportunity to welcome An Jing have gradually realized that trying to involve themselves with An Jing may not be such a good idea after all—fate involves the right conditions, chances, and errors. Since they couldn’t meet him, maybe it’s truly not their destiny to do so. Although some powers still insisted on waiting, after a month, the vast majority had dispersed. And it wasn’t until this point that An Jing, who had made thorough preparations, slowly emerged from the boundless snowy plains. An Jing was never afraid of challenges or of being watched, but he would not unnecessarily involve himself in trouble. During this month, he had been healing his injuries, taking stock of his gains, and had done something of utmost importance upon his return to the Tianyuan Realm. That was to go to the Black Market and purchase a "Great Void Magical Instrument."

Chapter 331 - 188 An Qianshan and An Jing

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