The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 327 Two Kinds of Slaves, Forsaken by God

Late at night, everything is silent.

Haofa, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked towards the curtain:

"Who?"

"I."

A man lifted the curtain and came in.

This man was tall and strong, with a handsome face, and was wearing a golden silk robe.

"Meet the clan leader!"

Haofa hurriedly knelt on one knee to show his respect.

"Get up, there doesn't have to be this between you and me."

Haoyang sat down by the fire and gestured to Haofa to get up and sit opposite him.

"No accidents here?"

"No, it's just that many people are getting more and more irritated."

"Alas, how can I not feel annoyed after being locked up for so long?" Haoyang sighed.

"Chief, when will the Crane Clan come over? I can't handle it anymore."

Haofa gave a bitter smile, his face full of helplessness.

"What's wrong? Someone is looking for you again?" Haoyang frowned.

“Everyone wants to know when they can see their children.
As for the others, I can still cope with them.

It’s just that, recently...”

"Who asked you?" Haoyang frowned.

Haofa's status in the Hao clan is not low, second only to Zhanshou.

He is the chief criminal officer in charge of the Penalty Squad, which is the team responsible for carrying out punishments.

Anyone who can make him feel distressed must be of a very high status.

"The one from your family, and the one from Zhan Shou's family."

After Haofa finished speaking, Haoyang smiled awkwardly.

"Ah? What do they want to ask?"

"When can the people here get out? Who is the traitor?"

Because the content of the letter from the Crane Clan was so shocking, Haoyang did not dare to tell the entire clan about it.

In the Hao clan, except for him, Zhan Shou, Wu and Hao Fa, everyone else only knew that there were traitors from the enemy clan among the young people of the Hao clan.

The clan only knows the villain’s age, but doesn’t know who he is?
So, the Hao clan brought all the young men who met the culprit's age here, with the purpose of finding out who the culprit was?
In order to treat everyone equally, even the son of the clan leader and the son of the war chief were captured here.

However, many people in the tribe do not believe this statement.

Just because of their high status, their children have no reason to betray the Hao clan.

Over the past few days, these people have been putting pressure on Haoyang, asking him to release his detained child as soon as possible.

Although Haoyang is the head of the clan, the Hao clan is a large tribe with too many people, and he needs these people to help him manage the tribe.

After such a long time, not to mention Haofa, even Haoyang can’t bear it anymore.

Hearing that his wife was also involved in this, Haoyang smiled bitterly:

"What did you say?"

“I said we are still investigating, Chief, we can’t keep waiting for the Crane Tribe.

If it doesn't come, we can't keep them locked up here forever.

If they are locked up for a while longer, even if they don’t want to betray the tribe, they will hate the tribe.”

Haoyang, who hadn't figured out a solution, changed the subject.

"Where's Xiong Kuihuang? Did you neglect him because of what happened a few days ago?"

Seeing that the clan leader didn't want to continue talking about this topic, Haofa tactfully followed his words.

"No, he beat up a slave today to vent his anger, but other than that he has been very law-abiding.

Is there any letter from the Bear Tribe?"

“The news never stops coming. It is clear that Xiong Kuihuang is the next leader of the Bear Clan.

Even if we find out that he is from the Immortal Sect, we will hand him over to the Bear Clan for handling.

Before that, he couldn't make any mistakes.

By the way, is Haoxun okay? "

Hao Xun, the daughter of Hao Fa, is the woman who was caught by Qin Zhiming a few days ago.

"Nothing. She kept asking me what the word 'Xian Men' meant. I always evaded her."

"That's good."

After asking about the situation, Haoyang stood up and prepared to leave.

"No need to send."

He opened the curtain, paused, and turned to look at Haofa.

"Tomorrow we will find a reason to kill those lying slaves."

"Yes."

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. .

Swish.

Cao'er lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.

Looking at the grass wrapped in sackcloth below his neck, the young man smiled knowingly:
"Very smart, knowing how to hide your shortcomings."

Placing the clay pot next to the fire pit, Cao'er knelt on her knees and kowtowed to the young man who was sitting cross-legged.

"Thank you, Master."

Before coming here, he secretly tested his strength.

A flatbed cart full of things that used to require four people to pull and push can now be pushed with one hand.

He tried his best to create cracks in the indestructible stone.

Not only that, his five senses also became stronger.

These changes gave him an unprecedented idea.

Now, he might be able to defeat a weaker master holding a stone spear.

He never thought that he could gain such powerful strength.

However, the more Cao'er thought about it, the more scared he became, because in his life so far, he had realized one thing.

The more gifts the master has, the harder the task the slave has to accomplish.

In the past, death was death.

But now, he finally has enough to eat every day and doesn’t want to die so soon.

The young man seemed to see what Cao'er was thinking, and the corners of his mouth rose: "Are you scared?"

"I, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete my master's mission."

“Hahahahahahaha, power can indeed change a person’s character the fastest.

You learned to lie so quickly?
Sit up and don't call me master.

No one can be the master of another."

The master in front of her always said something that she couldn't understand, and Cao'er got used to it over time.

Cao Er stood up and asked his master respectfully:
"What is, is, a God-forsaken person?"

The young man stared at the flickering flames in the fire pit.

"A slave is a person abandoned by the gods. When a person becomes a slave, the gods he worships will abandon him.

Those abandoned by God can no longer rely on God’s gifts to increase their strength, and can no longer even use their talents. ”

"What is it, slave?"

Cao'er's words were very strange, but the young man knew what he wanted to ask.

“There are two kinds of slaves. One is the defeated.

They originally had faith, and after their tribe was defeated, they were taken to other tribes.

There they would be forced to accept the blessing of another god.

A person can only receive blessings from one god.

If he accepts blessings from two gods, he will lose all blessings.

To lose God’s blessing is to be abandoned by God.

He will no longer be able to use God's gifts to increase his strength, nor will he be able to use his talents.

As for the second type of slaves, they are the sons of slaves.

Children of all races must receive God's gift as soon as they are born.

Only the children of slaves will not accept the gift."

"why?"

Cao'er, with the firelight reflected in her pupils, looked at the young man.

“The gods need to guide people and change their mindsets, so that everyone feels that only those who accept the gifts from the gods are normal people.

Only in this way can they ensure their supreme status.

The fact is just the opposite. Those who have not accepted God’s gift are the real people.”

The young man stared at the fire in Cao'er's eyes and said with a smile.

Cao'er said nothing, but lowered his head as if thinking.

When he looked up again, he saw the young man actually put his hand into the fire.

The young man dipped his fingers in hot charcoal and wrote a word on the thick white stone slab.

“Remember this word, it’s ‘Wu’.

What I taught you can only be said to be a part of "martial arts".

It will take you a lifetime to comprehend its true meaning.

Now, stand up."

Cao'er stood up obediently and straightened her body. The young man also stood up slowly.

“After being nourished by my blood, you should be able to use this move with ease.

Look carefully and learn carefully.

This move is called, Hunting Form."

(End of this chapter)