Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

"What the hell? They've assigned our team to lead the way?"

"Otherwise, do you think this silver dollar is easy to get? Besides, we've been providing you with three meals a day for the whole trip, and now we're even arranging accommodations for you."

"We are all capable people! Let your leader speak!"

"Capable? How capable? Any kid you pick up off Changsheng Mountain claims to be capable. Can you compare?"

"You Changsheng Mountain people are bullying us!"

"If you don't want the money, get out! We don't need your numbers, ha."

"Alright, uncle, let's just go with their arrangements for now."

After an overnight journey.

As dawn broke, Su Mu and the others entered the city gate of Changsheng Mountain together.

After reporting their names, hometowns, origins, and purposes, they were led by several disciples of the Unloading Ridge Sect to their pre-arranged lodgings in the city, which led to the conversation described above.

While walking.

The crowd saw the refugees and beggars lying all over the city.

The bearded man who had spoken with the Unloading Ridge people earlier frowned and said, "No, if they only need human lives to clear the way, why not use these refugees and beggars?"

The group exchanged glances, completely baffled.

Su Mu thought for a moment: "These people have no experience in tomb raiding, and they all look pale and thin. I'm afraid many of them will die from exhaustion, hunger, or disease by the time they reach their destination. They are of no value whatsoever."

The bearded man nodded: "I see. So our lives are only worth one silver dollar? We're supposed to be clearing the way for them!"

Su Mu glanced at the continuous stream of troops entering the city and shook his head: "With the outbreak of war in various places, human life has become worthless. You either join the army, but even if you do, you are not guaranteed to receive a reward."

"I came to Changsha because I was a deserter. How could those bandits in the north possibly pay the conscripts? Sigh."

A man with a scar on his face clenched his fists in the crowd.

"We've arrived. Please stay here."

The disciple leading the way casually pointed to the stable ahead, then turned and left.

"Okay, it's the same place we stayed in Changsha."

"But it seems that our status really only deserves to live in places like this."

"As long as I don't sleep on the floor, that's enough."

"I'm going to take a look around and will be back later. You guys should rest first; everyone must be tired after traveling all night."

Su Mu greeted everyone and continued walking forward.

He was about to follow the Unloading Warriors into the Ping'er Mountain, a mountain range filled with poisonous insects and mists, and he needed to make some preparations in advance.

At the same time, he also wanted to see if his "strange object" identification system could still be effective in the crowded Changsheng Mountain at this time.

Su Mu continued walking forward on his own.

"The Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill was originally just a highly poisonous pill, a rejuvenating and ascension elixir imagined by ancient emperors and alchemists, but the system automatically identified it as a genuine rejuvenating and ascension elixir."

"So, what about the others?"

"Could it be that only elixirs can be identified in this way?"

Su Mu is still in the exploratory stage regarding the system that has been activated somewhat haphazardly, and has not yet obtained more accurate information.

Lost in thought, Su Mu noticed a commotion or chaos in the crowd ahead.

It seemed to be someone from a nearby village, a minority group, who didn't understand Mandarin, who came to sell something.

Later, due to a language barrier, they started arguing and then came to blows.

"They're spouting nonsense! They dare to sell a mere tattered animal hide in Changsheng Mountain? They've got some nerve!"

Was he swearing?

"Who can understand their Miao language? Who knows?"

"Who cares if he's swearing or not, just beat him up and he'll behave!"

"..."

boom!

The boy, whose face was covered in blood and who was dressed in rather strange clothes, with coarse linen as the base but indigo blue as the top, and whose head was tied with a strip of cloth and had a pheasant feather stuck in it, was kicked to Su Mu's feet.

"%#******"

The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and he stubbornly gritted his teeth and roared.

Seeing the blood dripping from the Miao boy's head, Su Mu's pupils dilated, filled with shock.

He raised his hand: "Wait a moment."

"Kid, you want to bail him out? Fine, hand over the money!"

The tall, burly man and his companion grinned, their smiles filled with disdain and mockery towards Su Mu's seemingly youthful and delicate face.

"Money?" Su Mu raised his head and looked at the thugs in front of him.

"By the way, I really don't have a single penny. So, nobody cares if I fight or rob someone, right?"

"Okay, then all of you who're going to do this, hand over all the money you have on you."

"Can you understand Chinese? Wait a moment, I'm going to beat up these damn guys, then I'll come back to you. I need your help with something..."

Su Mu squatted down and said something to the Miao boy, then stood up and rushed forward.

[Witch Clan Blood (Diluted)]

[Effect: Unknown]

[Type Unknown: Foundation of the Witch]

This is the change in the virtual screen text that appeared in front of Su Mu's eyes when he saw blood flowing from the Miao boy's face.

[The Foundation of Witchcraft]

Now that the [Ascension Foundation] has already appeared, the [Witch Foundation] doesn't need a system explanation; Su Mu can probably understand its meaning.

The Miao people, who had retreated to a remote corner to escape the war, were found to have the bloodline of an ancient shaman!

Although it was very thin, the system still determined it to be the foundation of witchcraft!

Recorded in ancient mythology.

Pangu split the chaos, the pure air rose to become the sky, and the turbid air sank to become the earth.

The left eye transformed into the sun, and the right eye transformed into the moon.

Breath transforms into wind and clouds, the four seasons, and the flow of qi throughout the week.

His voice transformed into thunder, his head into Mount Tai, and his limbs into the four pillars of heaven.

The spine transformed into Mount Buzhou, the torso into Mount Song, the blood into rivers and lakes, and the meridians into the earth's veins, dragon veins, and the contours of mountains and rivers...

The primordial spirit transforms into the Three Pure Ones!

Twelve drops of primordial essence blood sank into the earth and transformed into the twelve Ancestral Witches!

The "foundation of witchcraft" mentioned in the system prompt may very well be the foundation of the twelve ancestral witches!

Before the 'Ascension Foundation' had yet displayed its greater power, Su Mu reacted with extreme madness to the sudden appearance of this foundation of witchcraft.

Let's return to reality.

Su Mu, who had never learned combat, followed his previous method and let his opponent throw the first punch and swing his weapon.

Then, under the "Ascension Foundation" ability, others' movements become extremely slow, allowing him to seize the opportunity to attack and subdue them.

The slow movements were only apparent to Su Mu.

What other ordinary people see is...

Su Mu and his opponent attacked at the same time, but Su Mu's movements were ridiculously fast. His opponent's various moves were like clumsy children in front of him, while he moved around them with ease, dodging, avoiding, and striking, each time perfectly timed.

In the eyes of experts, Su Mu's movements and speed were very much like those of someone who had experienced many battles and had figured out some kind of technique. That's why he was able to reveal his weaknesses every time his opponent exerted force or changed his moves.

The wind swept by, and the boy's figure flickered and disappeared, so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. He stirred up a cloud of dust and splattered blood everywhere.

"Might makes right, huh? Hand over the money."

Su Mu reached out and beckoned to the burly man lying on the ground at his feet, a smile playing on his lips.