Night Wind remained motionless on his horse, while Gonchar and several other strong men jumped off and picked up the lone wolf's carcass to examine it.
Seeing the arrow shatter the lone wolf's skull and protrude a large section from the back of its head, Gonchar gasped.
"Wind, are you really not a martial artist?" Gonchar shouted at Night Wind.
The night breeze smiled and shook its head.
"Your strength is truly astounding, almost on par with mine!" Gonchar said with a sigh.
Gonchar then packed up the wolf carcass and mounted his horse again.
Ye Feng returned to the camp with the hunting team. After tying the horses together with Gonchar and the others, he went back to his tent with Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing.
Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing were currently inside the tent, chatting and laughing with a young woman.
The three of them sat on a white animal skin rug, chattering like three larks.
This young woman was Gonchar's concubine, named Suna. Ye Feng learned from Gonchar that he had married this young woman at the beginning of this year.
Seeing Ye Feng come in, Suna immediately stood up, lowered her head, and ran out of the tent.
"You scared them away."
Jiang Lingxuan chuckled.
“I haven’t said anything yet,” Night Wind said.
Sun Muqing laughed and said, "There's nothing we can do. Women on the Netherworld Plateau have very low status and many rules."
What Sun Muqing said is true; that is indeed the case.
It can only be said that the more backward the conditions in a place, the greater the gap in status between men and women.
Because women's innate conditions are simply incomparable to men's, strong men can survive in an environment like the Dark Plateau, but women really cannot survive without men.
In this way, women can only depend on men.
However, once you become a martial artist, things are completely different.
The number of female warriors is far less than that of male warriors, so female warriors can be described as a rare species.
Any male martial artist who marries a female martial artist will absolutely cherish her like a precious gem, afraid she'll melt in his mouth or fly away in his hands.
"Is hunting hard?" Sun Muqing asked again.
What do you think?
Night Breeze laughed and asked in return.
"It's definitely not hard work. Ye Feng is a martial arts master at the eighth level of the Transcendent Realm. How could he feel tired from such physical labor? This is not even a warm-up for him," Jiang Lingxuan said with a laugh.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.
Jiang Lingxuan immediately became much more composed and serious.
The next moment, the tent flap was lifted, and two little devils crawled in from outside.
These two little devils, one named Gangkui and the other Ganglan, are Gangchar's cousins.
Upon seeing Ye Feng inside the tent, Gang Kui and Gang Lan immediately blinked their big eyes and looked at Ye Feng curiously.
“Feng must be a martial artist!” Gang Kui said with a grin.
“That’s right. Uncle Gonchar just said that the wind killed that lone wolf with just one arrow, and the arrow went right through the wolf’s skull, with the arrowhead coming out from the back of its head… just like this!”
Ganglan spoke while gesturing with her two little hands.
These two little devils, only eleven or twelve years old, were incredibly lively and spoke very quickly, giving Ye Feng no chance to interrupt.
"Does it matter whether I'm a martial artist or not?" Ye Feng said with a smile.
“Of course it’s important! If you were a martial artist, my uncle would definitely do everything he could to get you into our tribe!” Gangkui shouted.
Ganglan nodded repeatedly: "That's right. Martial artists have a very high status in our Netherworld Plateau. No tribe would refuse to let a martial artist join them."
A martial artist represents powerful martial force.
The environment on the Netherworld Plateau is extremely harsh.
Not only is food scarce, but various wild beasts and monsters roam freely.
Therefore, warriors are absolutely the guarantee of tribal safety.
Ye Feng chuckled and shook his head, saying, "I am indeed not a martial artist. I am just born with superhuman strength, and my strength is only slightly greater than that of an ordinary person."
"Excuse."
"Fine, don't admit it then."
Gangkui and Ganglan spoke together, and even made a face at Yefeng.
Just then, a shout came from outside.
Ganglan immediately beamed: "It's lunchtime, you guys wait here, I'll go get it right now!"
After saying that, Ganglan ran out of the tent. Not long after, she ran back in, carrying a tray in her left hand and a large silver pot in her right.
The tray held cooked, diced mutton, its rich aroma and slight gamey smell filling the entire tent.
The large silver pot that Ganglan was holding in his right hand contained butter tea.
Ye Feng didn't stand on ceremony and joined Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing in eating and drinking with the two little devils.
Night fell quickly.
Gonchar and a group of young, strong men were wrestling outside, their muscular arms bare, pushing and shoving each other in a lively scene.
The women of the tribe watched with great interest, occasionally clapping and cheering.
At this moment, the man wrestling with Gonchar is a bald, burly man with a scar on his face.
This bald, burly man is called Cha. He is also an outsider, but he has already joined the Black Tower tribe.
Cha held a high position in the Black Tower tribe because he was a blacksmith, and all the ironware of the Black Tower tribe was made by his own hands.
At this moment, Gonchar and Cha kept circling around, both staring intently at each other, looking for a weakness in the other.
Suddenly, Gonchar let out a loud roar and charged towards Cha.
Bang!
With a dull thud, Gonchar and Cha collided violently.
The two guys were locked in a tug-of-war like two bulls, and even tried to lift each other up.
Because he exerted too much force, Gonchar's cheeks turned red, and the veins on his neck and forehead bulged out.
And the investigation is in a similar state.
Both of them left deep footprints on the black soil unique to the Underworld Plateau, but for a short time it was impossible to tell who was better.
The men around them all shouted loudly, while the women screamed excitedly.
Finally, Gonchar won, suddenly picking up Cha and slamming him to the ground.
The arena had been cleared before the wrestling match, and there were no stones or anything like that on the ground, so Cha was thrown to the ground by Gonchar while sprawled out, but he was not injured.
Moreover, even if there are stones on the ground, Cha will not get hurt.
After all, both Cha and Gonchar are martial artists.
Gonchar is currently at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm, while Cha should be around the eighth level.
"Gonchar won!"
"Well done, Gonchar!"
"This is what a true man of our grasslands is like!"
Although Gonchar was beaming and grinning from ear to ear, as if he had won a battle, he was not arrogant or complacent. He reached out and helped Cha up from the ground.
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