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Chapter 529: Feather Gathering Style

At this time, Wang Yinxin and Wang Jiangchuan gradually woke up.

After running for a long time, everyone was already starving, so they took out the food they had brought with them, cast magic to enlarge it, and then shared it with each other.

As time passed, the pain in Wang Yinxin and Wang Jiangchuan's backs eased and they were able to sit up slowly.

They looked at each other, and at the same time reached out to touch their backs, and actually felt two slightly raised small bulges.

That’s right, this pair of small bulges are the growth of new wings.

The roots of the old wings that were previously severely damaged and beyond repair have completed metabolism and quietly fallen off.

"Brother..." Wang Jiangchuan's voice broke the slightly dull silence in the room, with a bit of fatigue and frustration.

This call seemed to carry thousands of words, but the moment it came out of his mouth, he forced himself to swallow most of them.

Wang Yinxin was staring at the fire in a trance, his thoughts drifting somewhere unknown.

Hearing his brother's voice, he suddenly came back to his senses, slowly raised his head, and his gaze fell on Wang Jiangchuan's slightly haggard face. His eyes were full of concern, "What's wrong?" These three simple words were full of the brother's deep concern for his younger brother.

Wang Jiangchuan lowered his head slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched, and his voice was filled with a hint of resentment that was difficult to conceal: "Brother, I feel that I will never trust others so easily again, humph."

In his words, the disappointment and pain of being betrayed surged like a turbulent undercurrent beneath the calm surface.

Wang Yinxin was slightly startled, then he sighed softly.

He stood up, slowly walked to Wang Jiangchuan, raised his hand and patted his brother's shoulder, smiled bitterly and said, "Hurt? Are you so hurt?"

His eyes showed both heartache for his brother's experience and the vicissitudes of life. "The hearts of us green sparrows are like wings. After being injured, new ones will always grow. Don't let a setback discourage you. Don't take it too seriously. There is still a long way to go."

Wang Yinxin's gaze gently fell on his brother Wang Jiangchuan's back. In his eyes, the two slightly raised bumps seemed to be the hope of new life.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes full of expectation, and he said softly: "These two bulges look good, they should give birth to a new pair of more handsome, bigger and stronger wings for you, so you should look forward to it."

"Really? Brother?" Wang Jiangchuan's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with excitement and anticipation, as if he saw the dawn of dawn in the darkness. "This is simply a new look for the old, a new one for the old!" There was a hint of unbelievable surprise in his voice, "Is there such a good thing?"

Wang Yinxin smiled and closed his eyes, then slowly lay down to rest, his voice filled with comfort and relief: "Growth is like this, mixed with joy and sorrow. But for us, the Sparrow Tribe, growth is more about joy than sorrow, so don't be discouraged."

Wang Jiangchuan listened, but the gloom on his face had not completely dissipated. He curled his lips and muttered, "But I'm still a little angry. Hey, I was fooled by those two old men. I'm so angry!"

Thinking of the experience of being deceived, his brows furrowed again, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

Wang Jiangchuan looked around and found the house empty. He immediately realized that his brothers and sisters were waiting outside.

He shouted at the top of his voice: "Come in! It's raining heavily outside, don't get wet!" His voice echoed in the house, revealing the concern of an elder brother.

After a while, members of the Green Bird Tribe came into the house one after another.

The room was not big to begin with, and after more than 20 people filed in, it suddenly became crowded. Everyone stood shoulder to shoulder, back to back, and some leaned slightly to make some space for others, but it still seemed very cramped.

Some people coughed lightly a few times, and others murmured quietly about the crowded environment. However, in this stormy time, being able to gather together and rely on each other was heartwarming.

Wang Jiangchuan looked around and saw that the originally shabby little house was now in good order.

There was soft hay on the ground, decorations woven from leaves hung on the walls, and a warm fire burning in the corner, making the place feel cozy and warm.

He was filled with surprise and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Who made this? It's so well made, warm and comfortable, it feels so different all of a sudden!"

When Wang Diandian heard this, she excitedly fluttered her big wings, and the feathers shimmered in the light of the fire. She smiled and said, "We all did it together!"

The younger brothers and sisters of the Green Sparrow tribe gathered around, talking one after another, telling stories about the interesting things that happened when decorating the house. Their laughter echoed in the little house, making the warmth even stronger.

"That's great. No matter where we go, we are all one family." Wang Yinxin was full of emotion, with a warm smile on his face. He then asked loudly, "Come on, everyone, tell me, what is the most ritualistic thing about us, the Quelu people?"

"Of course it's the Gathering Feathers Style!" Wang Guihui answered without hesitation, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Everyone nodded in tacit understanding, then turned around in unison and gently clasped the feathers at the tips of their wings together.

For a moment, the whole little house seemed to be filled with a powerful force.

The huge wing tips intertwined with each other, creating a spectacular sight. Each feather carried the strength and faith of the tribe members, converging into a majestic momentum.

At this moment, Wang Yinxin and Wang Jiangchuan, whose new wings on their backs had not yet fully grown, also tried to move their backs closer and integrate into this powerful ceremony.

Not long after, something wonderful happened. Everyone clearly felt that their spiritual power was constantly increasing.

Rich spiritual energy was like wisps of green smoke, blending and iterating through the feathers, surrounding the crowd and forming a vortex of spiritual energy.

The magical thing is that even the small bulges on Wang Yinxin and Wang Jiangchuan’s backs seemed to be injected with vitality, and a few tender little feathers emerged at a speed visible to the naked eye, symbolizing new life and hope.

Just as the Green Tribe were immersed in the warmth and power brought by the "Feather Gathering Style", the unusual movement of the Greedy Tribe was like a heavy hammer, abruptly breaking this beautiful atmosphere.

Everyone's ears moved, and they keenly caught the movement coming from the Greedy Clan.

Linxian Island, as the base camp of the Greedy Clan, is obviously not peaceful at the moment.

Members of the Greedy Tribe kept leaving the island, and the noisy sounds of footsteps and objects colliding could be heard faintly.

The sound was like a tide, one wave after another, breaking the original tranquility and making the people of the Green Tribe feel a little uneasy.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes revealing vigilance and confusion, wondering what the Greedy Clan was going to do by leaving the island on such a large scale.