Yi Yun also knew his name, Zhao
Tiezhu.
"What do you want?"
Seeing Zhao Tiezhu barge in, Jiang Xiaorou tensed up. Her hands surged under
the blankets and secretly grabbed the arrow hidden underneath them.
"Hey, little girl, what
are you nervous about. I'm here on business today. Young Master Lian has
already isolated himself for training. He will be isolated for three months,
preparing to attain the level of Purple Blood Warrior in preparation for the
Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's warrior selection. The Patriarch has ordered that the
entire tribe head to the mountain to pick herbs, which will be used by Young
Master Lian to soak in! Each person has to hand over up to 8 oz of herbs daily!"
"Pick herbs? Soak?"
Yi Yun recalled that his past self had fallen off a cliff, to his
"death", while picking herbs.
So it seems the picked herbs
are for the warriors to soak in.
It was pathetic, to pick herbs
at an early age for others and fall to his death while doing so, without any
compensation. Even their rations were withheld.
"8 oz of herbs per person
a day? How is that even possible?" Jiang Xiaorou thought furiously.
"Besides, if they were to pick herbs, where would they find the time to
make arrows? Without the weapons, how were they going to exchange for rations
with the big tribes? Won't we starve to death then!"
"Hahahaha! You are still
thinking about exchanging for rations? When Young Master Lian reaches the level
of Purple Blood Warrior and gets chosen by the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom, you don't
even need to exchange for rations anymore. We will all move into the city, and
I guarantee you that you will have enough to eat and drink!"
The man said sarcastically
while looking covetously at Jiang Xiaorou. This little chick is a beauty; in
time to come, with better nutrition, she will definitely become even prettier.
"My brother hurt himself
previously while picking herbs. His feet aren't nimble yet, yet you insist he
has to pick herbs, do you really want his life?" Jiang Xiaorou said with a
trembling voice. Yi Yun had originally fallen to his death, but having just
come back to life, his body was still weak. Sending him back to pick herbs was
the same as sending him to his death!
Furthermore, picking herbs gave
them no benefits. All the herbs were given to the tribe without compensation!
The man listened to Jiang
Xiaorou's words and disdainfully laughed, "How can a person's life compare
to the entire clan's glory!" As long as Young Master Lian reaches the level
of Purple Blood Warrior and gets chosen by the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom, he will
benefit generations to come and protect our clan for hundreds of years. The
clan’s history books will record all of your meritorious deeds!"
"Such a blessing for
generations to come, yet you are haggling, you sure don't appreciate it!"
"Besides, the Patriarch
has ordered it. To strengthen your body and to make you more energetic, all the
herbs remnants will be given back to you after they have been brewed. You can
then use it to soak in. In the past, these remnants were only reserved for the
warrior preparation camp."
As the man said this, Jiang
Xiaorou only gripped the arrow in her hand more tightly, till her fingers went
white. "What if we can't make the quota?"
"Can't make it?” the man
face turned cold. "Humph! The tribe doesn't rear trash; if you can't pick
herbs, what rights do you have to eat? If you can't make the quota, your
rations will be confiscated. Many others are still waiting for that food!"
The man said and glanced over
at Yi Yun who was lying in bed. He recalled Yi Yun causing him trouble in front
of the crowd. Lian Chengyu had later reprimanded him for being incompetent
during the distribution of rations.
Zhao Tiezhu's heart immediately
burned with rage, "Kid, stop pretending to be dead. I heard that you were
injured, let me see exactly where you are injured!"
The man thrust out his hand to
grab Yi Yun!
He was deliberately trying to
make Yi Yun suffer, so his thrust was extremely strong.
Yi Yun wanted to dodge the
man's sudden attack, but Yi Yun suddenly felt as if the world slowed down in
front of his eyes. The fierce look of that man and his actions were all clearly
reflected in Yi Yun's eyes.
Including Jiang Xiaorou's
worried face, Yi Yun saw the arrow in her hand under the blanket.
It felt like time had frozen.
Sounds and the air itself seemed to have become a part of his own body,
everything was clearly perceived by Yi Yun.
With everything slowed down, a
cool and clear feeling was felt coming from the Purple Crystal.
Purple Crystal?
The cool feeling from the
Purple Crystal shook Yi Yun's body!
Yi Yun felt that in that
instant, he could dodge the man's grab, snatch Jiang Xiaorou's arrow, raise his
body and thrust the arrow into the man's throat, killing him!
The feeling was extremely
intense and the images of his body doing the movements perfectly played out in
his mind, giving him the urge to give it a try.
But in the end Yi Yun decided
against it, it wasn't yet the time for him to turn the Lian tribal clan against
him.
Just stirring the crowd led to
the Lian Chengyu's killing intent. If he were to kill or beat up a tribal
warrior, the consequences would be more severe. How could a kid, who originally
was weak as a fly, kill a member of the warrior preparation camp? Wouldn't this
gain the attention of the upper echelons of the tribe? There was no way he
could explain the source of his power!
He looked as Zhao Tiezhu grab
approached him, and retreated without a trace. Zhao Tiezhu only managed to
scrape his skin and seize his clothes.
Zhao Tiezhu originally wanted
to beat Yi Yun up, but he didn't expect to miss when Yi Yun shrank backward!
If he were to grab another
time, Zhao Tiezhu would lose face, so with a grunt; he lifted Yi Yun up before
throwing him back down onto the bed.
"Looks like this monkey
isn't hurt! Tomorrow at sunset, hand over the herbs. For every ounce missing,
ten pounds of rations will be confiscated!" Finishing his sentence, Zhao
Tiezhu walked out and left.
"Yun’er, are you
alright?" Jiang Xiaorou asked worriedly. But Yi Yun did not say a word.
What was that feeling a moment
ago?
A well-trained Zhao Tiezhu had
moved as slow as a tortoise in front of him, making him vulnerable to Yi Yun's
killing intent.
If it wasn't because Zhao
Tiezhu suddenly got Alzheimer's… could it be that my speed had increased?
Could it be… my body?
"Sis Xiaorou, what male
tier am I again?" Yi Yun seemed to have realized something and impatiently
asked Jiang Xiaorou.
"Why are you asking about
this suddenly? Yun’er, in the past you weren't even at a tier. Even the weakest
tier five male can lift fifty kilograms. Yun’er, you could only lift fifteen
kilograms..."
"Fifteen kilograms
huh..." Yi Yun was speechless, but in the Lian tribe, they had to
lift a rock over their heads. Fifteen kilograms was similar to a bag of rice; a
weak child would have trouble lifting that. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com
"Where are the tribe's
rock weights stored?" Yi Yun asked.
"Behind the village, at
the training grounds. Why do you ask this Yun’er?"
"Nothing," Yi Yun
said with a smile. "Sis, sleep early tonight. We still have to pick herbs
tomorrow."
In the middle of the night, the
dark sky was filled with numerous bright constellations.
This era didn't have any
streetlights and the poor were unwilling to use their oil lamps. So the entire
Lian tribe village was pitch black.
The training grounds behind the
village was a wide field. The members of the warrior preparation camp normally
trained there. A dark shadow sneaked into the training grounds, looking around
him tonight.
"Found it!" Yi Yun
was delighted. As Jiang Xiaorou described, there were rows of rock weights
arranged on the training grounds.
From 10 kilograms to 150
kilograms, there were even 250-kilogram millstones and a 500-kilogram
stoneroller.
Yi Yun was here today to test
his strength! He wanted to know what changes his body had experienced…
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