Free Wild 30
“…That’s what happened today.”
Yu An waited patiently for Ning Ren to wake up, and then told him everything that had happened during the day. He especially repeated everything Fan Ze had told him about Wen Guang, and he repeated it perfectly, not missing a single punctuation mark.
"So, benefactor, are you willing to help with the treatment?"
After a long moment of silence, Yu An waved his hand in front of Ning Ren's eyes. "A Yuan?"
Ning Ren muttered to himself: "...golden patterns."
What emerged in his mind was the image of the Lanhuadis royal family in later generations.
Are the Xi clan the Lan Huadis of later generations?
No.
It shouldn't.
He had seen the wings of the Xi Clan; they were small, soft, and thin, and could only serve as an auxiliary for flight during attack. They were completely different from the later Lan Huadis.
There must have been a mistake during the smelling practice.
After all, the method of prolonging life originated from a curse.
"Let him come."
"Okay, next time I'll tell my benefactor's students."
"Wait a moment."
Ning Ren stood up and changed into some thicker clothes. "I'll go myself."
Yu An: "Huh? Didn't you say you can't leave? Then should I stay and look after the house?"
Ning Ren: "You go too."
"good!"
The black energy that was stirring in Yu An's body calmed down again.
A quarter of an hour later, the two of them finished cleaning up, and Ning Ren took Yu An and teleported to the foot of the mountain.
He was wrapped in a thick white fox collar and glanced back calmly at the snow-covered forest.
There has been no movement in the crack in the sky.
He left on his own initiative this time as a sting operation. He wanted to see what this guy was planning.
A silver light flashed beneath Ning Ren's feet, and the two figures disappeared again.
The clear sound of birds singing came from the mountains.
Birds fluttered over, stirring up a few sprays of snow.
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Compared to when the Red Star just landed.
All the tribes that remained along the river bank moved about a hundred miles further than before.
The tribes were re-divided according to their racial combat power to maximize their combat power. There were battle fortifications in the four directions of east, west, south and north, and the newly invented simple gunpowder was piled up into mountains.
All races have shown astonishingly terrifying creativity under long-term oppression of life and death.
Ning Ren only gave them some suggestions, and they were able to apply them to other situations. In a short period of time, they brought all the tribes together and integrated their defense and attack capabilities to the current top level.
Ning Ren even saw the hand seal patterns he taught on these five-meter-high black stone fortresses. The hand seals were spontaneously modified to enhance attacks.
He said to the system: "Even without me, the riverbank will eventually develop seals."
The seeds of wisdom sprout over the years.
Ning Ren walked forward and saw the farming area in the battlement, which was filled with farming tools that had been modified to be more suitable for the land in ancient times.
Many tribesmen were busy turning the soil in the snow.
After the syllables were unified, communication between different tribes became easier than before.
The elders and the elders really carried out his instructions seriously.
Yu An was still a little scared and grabbed Ning Ren's clothes to cover his face.
A pair of eyes secretly observed the surroundings.
When he was beaten before, he was only concerned about escaping for his life. Later, he went up the mountain and never came down. This was the first time he carefully observed the place where his benefactor lived.
He whispered, "Are there so many houses in the sea?"
Ning Ren: "I think there is. There is also a palace, right? I guess they still live in a shell now?"
Yu An: "Palace?"
Ning Ren: "Well... it's a very, very, very tall house."
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Xi clan.
A separate courtyard that has been opened up separately.
Wen Guang clasped his hands on the grooves of the two millstones. His upper body was naked, his hair was mottled with white, and his face was covered with wrinkles of aging. His black wings were a whole circle wider than before, and they were flashing with chaotic golden patterns.
These golden patterns seemed to have life. Every time they moved around, Wen Guang's life span would be shortened by one point.
Zi Teng: "Wen Guang, stop practicing!"
Wen Guang seemed to be deaf to the noise. His muscles bulged as he lifted the two millstones with all his strength. When he slammed them down, the vines supported the weight of the millstones from the ground.
A stone and a vine were in a stalemate.
“…Wisteria.”
Wen Guang's voice was hoarse, and he slowly let go of his hand.
Zi Teng held up the millstone and moved the two heavy objects away so that Wen Guang wouldn't have to touch them.
Wen Guang lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. He raised his hand and looked at the lines on the palm and the back of his hand, which was as dry as tree bark.
"I'm dying."
He said softly.
Zi Teng: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
The vine rushed to Wen Guang angrily and snapped its two leaves at him twice, "Hurry up, spit, spit, spit."
Wen Guang said nothing.
Zi Teng pried open his mouth and stuffed some soil in it.
“…Ahem, phew!”
Wen Guang turned over and coughed.
Zi Teng breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you don't mess around with that, you'll definitely live a few more days."
Wen Guang: "...sooner or later, you will die."
Wisteria Leaf put her hands on her hips and said, "I know. We've already talked about this, but every day you live longer means you can spend more time with me. Who knows, I might remember you longer by then."
Wen Guang smiled.
"It's better to die early. At least I won't have to suffer from some unforeseen disaster in the future... I was too greedy."
"I didn't raise you to die early."
Ning Ren appeared in this remote little courtyard holding Yu An.
Zi Teng stood up and burst into tears, "Teacher, teacher, teacher... why, why did you come down the mountain in person? Teacher, you are here, look at this idiot, he has tortured himself into an old man, he is not good-looking at all, I see him, and he drinks two bowls less dew every day..."
Wen Guang: “…” An arrow hit his heart.
Ning Ren: “…”
Yu An's eyes widened. "Wow, my benefactor student was right. He really has turned into an old grandfather." He paused for a second. "What an old grandfather."
Wen Guang: “…………”
Hit by an arrow twice.
Ning Ren asked Zi Teng and Yu An to take Wen Guang back into the house first.
After placing it properly, he pressed his fingertips on Wen Guang's wrist, and his mental power slowly flowed through Wen Guang's body.
Wen Guang felt like his whole body was covered with thorns and he was twisting his body restlessly.
Ning Ren glanced at him calmly: "Are you sick?"
Wen Guang held his breath: "...No."
Ning Ren: "You act like an old man, but you act like a young man. I really can't blame Zi Teng for disliking you."
...hit by arrows three times.
Ning Ren felt traces of the life-extending magic he had given in his body, but based on what he had given, the magic had undergone a very strange mutation.
Ning Ren withdrew his hand.
"Tell me yourself, how did you become like this?"
Wen Guang's eyes dimmed.
"I'm too greedy."
"I practiced for a long time before I finally mastered the technique you gave me. As agreed, I didn't tell anyone else. But I discovered that the technique you gave me can be further extended..."
He combined all the hand seals that Ning Ren had taught him and summarized some rules.
He discovered that the longevity technique his teacher had given him was incomplete. After days of torment, he decided to complete it himself. In the end, whether he lived or died would be his own decision, and he would not trouble his teacher again.
Wen Guang dug out a blueprint from under the bed.
"I expanded this myself. It's clearly working inside my body, but after the first successful operation, it felt like all my life force was drained away. I aged very quickly."
When Ning Ren saw this expanded drawing, his heart sank. After a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly found it a little funny.
His fingertips gently stroked the rough edge of the paper, as if he was once again touching the traces of fate.
So that's how it is.
It turned out to be like this...
The longevity technique he copied from Lan Huadis's curse for Wen Guang accidentally shaped the beginning of this race.
Wen Guang, his student.
He truly deserves to be the smartest student he has ever taught along the riverbank.
Based solely on a simple rubbing, one can reverse-deduce the original general appearance of the curse. Although there are a few errors, the curse has already begun to take shape.
"What you copied is a curse. The spell I gave you was copied from the curse. The one you derived is almost identical to the original curse."
Ning Ren: "This is the first time I've seen someone put a curse on themselves."
Wen Guang: "Curse, curse?"
His tone was difficult, and then he said dejectedly, "So that's how it is... It's my greed that has led me to this."
Ning Ren observed his student.
I noticed that although there was dejection in his eyes, he did not regret it. Instead, he calmly accepted the result.
"Given a chance to choose, would you still do this?"
"meeting."
Wen Guang didn't hesitate. He smiled and said, "That's just my personality. If I try, I'll be the only one who dies. But if I don't try, I'll regret it for the rest of my life."
He got off the bed and bowed deeply to Ning Ren.
"Wen Guang feels ashamed of his teacher's teaching and training."
Ning Ren stared at him for a moment. "...That curse can raise the upper limit of a race's lifespan to approximately one hundred and fifty to two hundred years."
Wen Guang didn't move for a long time until Zi Teng couldn't help but poke him. Then he straightened up, with deep obsession in his eyes and a hoarse voice.
"What price do I have to pay?"
He didn't even consider whether his body could bear it, but directly asked about the price of bearing it.
Ning Ren: "If there is a golden pattern, the only rule is that you can never enter the Void Realm. If there is no golden pattern, then you will never be able to touch the sunlight in this life, and you will never be able to set foot in the Void Realm."
Wen Guang didn't think twice: "I do."
Ning Ren: "You are the most talented junior of this generation. I can help you remove the traces of the curse that has not yet fully formed in your body. You are still the most dazzling existence among your peers."
Wen Guang: "Teacher, I am willing."
Ning Ren: "The curse is hereditary."
"..." Wen Guang's eyes suddenly widened, "Can I imprint on other members of the tribe?"
Since Ning Ren chose to speak, he would lay out the whole story and tell it all.
He knew that Wen Guang wanted to imprint the curse on his fellow tribesmen as well, thereby extending the lifespan of the race and breaking the limit of lifespan.
The tribesmen are willing to risk their own future for a long life, but this does not mean they are willing to risk their children's future as well.
In particular, the probability of producing gold lines is very low, and high lines suppress low lines.
This will completely disrupt the original balance within the tribe and lead the tribe into an unknown future.
Maybe it is destruction, or maybe it is a complete escape from the mayfly-like fate.
Wen Guang thought for a long time.
Still gave that affirmative answer.
Ning Ren smiled.
"good."
He obeyed Wen Guang's choice and personally instilled the mark of the curse into Wen Guang's blood.
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It will last for three days.
When he was free, Ning Ren went out and asked a child from the Xi clan to call the elders.
He would set aside half a day to teach the Sealing Seal to the students who could learn it, the more the better.
The tribes moved farther away from the riverbank, but because they had to face the disaster together, the distance between them actually became closer.
The younger generation was almost all gathered in one place to help build forts, defense towers, and sentry tree houses.
As soon as they heard the teacher coming, they almost ran over immediately.
There was no place to sit, so they stood, flew, or lay on trees, riding on their friends' heads. Not only them, but also the old and young, young and middle-aged, who could leave their work places, were all heading this way.
The elder whispered, "During this time, we have also invited teachers who can form seals from various tribes to teach the cubs, but no one can surpass your appeal."
"Mr. Ning, I wonder what happened to the monster on the mountain?"
Ning Ren: "There is no problem for now, but you are still not allowed to go up the mountain without permission."
The elder said sternly, "Don't worry, that place has been designated as a restricted area by our order. Apart from a few tribesmen who are here to deliver supplies, no one dares to go there."
Ning Ren nodded.
He came in a hurry, and everyone else came in a hurry too, and they just found a large open space temporarily.
Ning Ren stood beside a large, smooth rock. When most people had arrived, he spoke, "Everyone knows that Chi Xing was suppressed under the forest cliff on the other side of the river."
His voice was soft, and the slightly noisy surroundings immediately quieted down, for fear of missing a single word.
"Although I said that once the Red Star emerges, all life on the continent will die, I'm still surprised that so many people stayed and didn't flee."
People around:
"It was Mr. Ning who didn't abandon us."
"We along the riverbank are not ungrateful cowards!"
"It doesn't matter if I die early or late, I might as well be called a hero, rush to the front, and protect the cubs!"
"Mr. Ning, we all know that you've been sick many times while suppressing Red Star alone. We all want to go up and help you, but... Alas!"
Ning Ren waited for them to finish speaking before saying, "What I'm teaching you today is the seal that can suppress the Red Star. It's the only seal that can suppress it."
The people around couldn't believe that the "you" Ning Ren mentioned also included the elderly people of the tribe.
"Can we all learn??!"
"How can we learn such a powerful hand seal?"
Fan Ze: "Is this the one you used that day?"
Ning Ren nodded: "There are two types. One is complete suppression when the power is sufficient, and the other... is sacrifice."
This teaching session lasted for a very short time.
The seals for sealing a town are complicated and require repeated attempts to master. Ning Ren did not have time to watch them perform them skillfully one by one. After confirming that they had learned the process, he announced the end of the teaching.
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Three days passed in a flash.
The curse in Wen Guang's body was completely formed.
Nine golden lines on his wings flashed, and he no longer looked old. His potential to break through the void realm was cut off, and under the effect of the curse, it was returned to his own flesh and blood.
His physical strength has reached a new level.
But at the same time, the moment the nine golden patterns were formed, he felt the insurmountable shackles at the top of his mental power.
From then on, he stopped setting foot in Yang Realm.
Wen Guang opened his eyes, leaped into the air, and flew several circles in the sky, feeling the surging vitality and power in his body. His eyes were filled with joy, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar.
He flew down from the sky and landed in front of Ning Ren.
"teacher."
Ning Ren: "Go do what you want to do."
Wen Guang walked forward and, with Ning Ren's tacit agreement, gave his teacher a gentle hug.
He suppressed the heat in his eyes and said, "Thank you, teacher."
Ning Ren: "I just gave you a choice."
Before the Blood Burning Technique came out, this was a road destined to be full of suffering. Lan Huadis, who was unable to break through the virtual realm, would face a long dark age in which his race would be bullied.
But Ning Ren did not intend to keep the Blood Burning Technique.
The strings of fate had led him and Wen Guang to this point, and he didn't want to pluck them lightly again, causing unpredictable changes.
"This is the choice I have been asking for."
After Wen Guang thanked Ning Ren, he happily talked to Zi Teng for a while. He could accompany Zi Teng for many more years, and he could live to see Zi Teng's transformation.
Zi Teng's voice also sounded happy.
But after Wen Guang left for his own tribe, Zi Teng was left in a daze in the flowerpot.
Ning Ren: "Little Zi Teng, aren't you happy?"
Zi Teng: “Yeah.”
Ning Ren: "Tell me about it?"
The wisteria leaves gently rubbed Ning Ren's fingers.
"Wen Guang and I like each other more and more every day. We talk openly about what will happen after he leaves, but when I really think about the day he leaves, I still feel sad."
Ning Ren: "Everyone has to leave one day, including me."
He comforted her: "Who knows, you may not even live to see that day."
One sentence shattered Wisteria Girl's little sorrow.
"……Too."
Just as Ning Ren was about to continue to comfort him, the system cried out in horror: "Blood Linked Puppet!!!"
"A-zi! Today is the day for the Blood Link Puppet to replenish its blood!"
Ning Ren stood up quickly and handed Yu Ansai to Zi Teng for care.
"I'll be back in ten minutes."
In Yu An's confused sight, Ning Ren disappeared in an instant.
Because they were not on a cliff on the mountain, he did not cover Yu An with a mental barrier as he usually did when he left.
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