Chapter 2603 - 54: Wutu Tribe (2)
Chapter 2603: Chapter 54: Wutu Tribe (2)
Mo Hua listened and felt a chill in his heart.
Although he didn’t know where Wutu Mountain was, he had at least heard of the Three Thousand Wilderness.
This was south of the Great Wilderness, close to the heartland of the Barbarian Tribes, truly the "territory" of the Great Wilderness.
Mo Hua felt helpless.
As a Daoist Soldier of the Taoist soldiers Court, he was originally supposed to follow the army to suppress the rebellion.
But before the battle even started, not a single accomplishment was made, and this foolish Big Tiger had muddleheadedly brought him to the rear of the Barbarian Tribes.
In this way, the plan was truly all messed up.
Mo Hua frowned in deep thought.
The Barbarian Tribe elder kept his head down, respectfully, not daring to look at Mo Hua’s expression or make any other movements.
But after a while, the child lying on the ground suddenly muttered, his face pale.
The elder was anxious and couldn’t care about anything else, hurriedly checking on his grandson’s condition.
He felt the forehead, checked the pulse, and even fed several pills, but it didn’t help at all.
Helplessly, the elder raised his head, looking at Mo Hua with a face full of pleading.
Mo Hua’s divine sense stirred slightly, taking out a pill, and handed it to the elder.
The elder solemnly received it with both hands, hesitated a bit, somewhat uneasy, but ultimately gritted his teeth and fed it into the child’s mouth.
The pill entered, and indeed, the child’s complexion improved a lot.
The elder was overjoyed, immediately bowing to Mo Hua in gratitude, saying:
"Thank you, Senior, for bestowing this immortal elixir."
Mo Hua sighed lightly in his heart.
It was no immortal elixir, just an ordinary pill that strengthens vitality and replenishes blood, but simply of a better quality from the Taixu Gate.
This child had been hungry for too long, lacking in blood qi, and it had weakened his body.
Earlier, his divine soul had been drawn away, and after returning, his divine sense and body weren’t in harmony, so he couldn’t wake up.
"Take him back, let him sleep for a while and restore his spirit," Mo Hua instructed.
The elder quickly replied, "Yes, yes."
He carried the child on his back, glanced at Mo Hua, hesitant to speak.
Mo Hua said, "You go back to the tribe first, I’ll have something to ask you later."
Unsure if he was relieved or worried, the elder bowed again towards Mo Hua, respectfully saying:
"I humbly await your presence at the Wutu Tribe, Senior."
After saying this, the elder carried his grandson and walked down the mountain step by step.
Mo Hua watched his aged figure and remembered him saying that his only family left in this life was this little grandson, feeling quite moved for a moment.
Then Mo Hua turned around, looking at the stone wall.
This so-called "Barbarian God" was insignificant in strength, but this "hiding technique" was indeed exquisite, like an "eel" burrowing without leaving a trace.
When there’s time, I should study it, learn how to handle eels and catch eels.
In the way of divine thought, self-reliance and self-sufficiency are essential to earn a decent living.
Unfortunately, this "Barbarian God" was still too "lean"; devoured in one bite, it didn’t even have a taste.
However, the divine sense did indeed strengthen a bit.
This gave Mo Hua quite some comfort.
"Hopefully, one day, I can have a good meal and really fill my stomach..."
Mo Hua silently wished in his heart.
After that, he also left the deep mountain, following the mountain path he came by, and found the Big Tiger.
The Big Tiger was indeed still lying in the same place, covering the storage bag with its two front paws, waiting idly for Mo Hua.
Only when Mo Hua appeared did the Big Tiger wag its tail, happily standing up and roaring a few times at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua smiled gently, unable to help but pet the Big Tiger’s head, and then he couldn’t help but think of a problem:
He couldn’t keep calling it "Big Tiger" forever.
This Big Tiger had been with him for so long; it deserved a name.
But what should it be called?
Mo Hua fell into deep thought.
"Big Black?"
Not quite right... It doesn’t just have black patterns; there are white ones too...
"Big White?"
Also not suitable... Big White is the big white horse at Junior Brother’s house, can’t use the same name.
"Big Strong? A fierce big tiger, strong and robust..."
No, that’s a bit too tacky...
"Da’hu?"
No, that’s also taken.
...
Mo Hua frowned deeply, pondering for a long time, ultimately unsatisfied with any choice.
Thinking of a name was indeed harder than drawing ten formations.
Mo Hua could only temporarily give up, planning to wait until he thought of something suitable.
Once again, he placed the storage bag into the Big Tiger’s paws, instructing:
"I have some matters to attend to, you look after the storage bag for me, wait for my return."
The Big Tiger seemed a bit unhappy but still took the storage bag, covering it with its paws.
But after a while, it pushed the storage bag back to Mo Hua, unsure if it trusted Mo Hua now or feared Mo Hua might encounter danger without the storage bag.
After all, in its previous impressions, storage bags were a matter of life and death for a cultivator.
Mo Hua was a bit surprised.
This Big Tiger was quite "considerate."
Mo Hua thus smiled and said, "Alright then, I’ll keep the storage bag; you play in the mountains, catch a few monster beasts, and I’ll roast them for you when I get back."
This made the Big Tiger happier, roaring an approving "Aw-woo" and nodding its big head continuously.
Mo Hua ruffled its mane and then left.
The Big Tiger was too large and too fierce; in the wilderness, it was fine, but entering a cultivator’s or Barbarian Tribe’s territory would draw too much attention.
Mo Hua could only temporarily leave it in the mountain to roam freely.
After leaving the Big Tiger, Mo Hua followed the mountain path and made his way to the "Wutu Tribe," where the Barbarian Tribe elder resides.
The Wutu Tribe wasn’t far, about twenty li away.
Following the elder’s aura, Mo Hua soon arrived outside a tribe.
Outside the tribe hung a totem, brownish-red in color, depicting mountain shapes and fire forms, resembling a small volcano.