"What, the top-grade yellow-grade? The battle soul of the Blood Tooth Pig King, hurry up, let me see!" In the wooden building, grandpa was so shocked that he stood up at Jiang Cheng's words, looking incredible.

Within the second day after returning to Geshan tribe, Grandpa had time to sit down and have a long chat with Jiang Cheng. This time, the Geshan tribe fought with the Huli tribe, and three of them died in battle, and many others were injured.

Many injuries need to be handled by grandpa yourself, even at this time, there was a trace of fatigue on his face.

What grandpa is most concerned about is of course Jiang Cheng’s gains from entering the mountain this time. When Jiang Cheng said that the results of the battle were achieved, he was shocked.

After personally experiencing Jiang Cheng's Blood Tooth Pig King's Battle Soul, the joy on grandpa's face was unconcealable.

"Okay, okay, okay!" After saying three good words in a row, Grandpa asked anxiously: "Let's talk, how did you kill the Blood Tooth Pig King? Even if I want to kill the Blood Tooth Pig King, I have to pay a certain price."

Jiang Cheng naturally told this truthfully about this process, but he just hid the strange appearance of the Black Tower Pillar, helping him perfectly absorb the part where the Blood Tooth Pig King Zhan Ling was killed.

Although Jiang Cheng believed that grandpa would never harm him, Jiang Cheng didn't know how to tell about this matter, it was too strange.

After listening to Jiang Cheng's story, Grandpa stood up and walked to the window with his hands behind his back and exclaimed: "It's really a waste of your talent to let you stay in Geshan. When you have a little bit of self-protection, you should go out for a trip, and your future is absolutely unlimited."

Finally, Grandpa added: "The world outside the Beihun Mountains is definitely beyond your imagination!"

"Grandpa, have you ever been out?" Jiang Cheng asked.

When he heard this, the grandfather suddenly showed a look of memories, and a few longings even floated on his cheeks: "At that time, grandfather, as the best soul warrior in the Geshan tribe, had the honor to go out for a trip. Unfortunately, the tribe changed and hurriedly came back to take over the position of Linggong. This palm lasted for thirty years..."

As he finished speaking, grandpa sighed lightly, as if the memories were a bit nostalgic, but more regretful......

"Jiang Cheng, now you have the top-grade battle soul of the Yellow-level top-grade battle soul of the Blood Tooth Pig King. The top-grade battle soul of the Yellow-level top-grade battle soul, let alone in my Geshan tribe, or in the entire Baihun Eight Tribe, you are also the top-grade battle soul. Remember not to be arrogant!"

Speaking of this, grandpa's face turned solemn: "I believe that after a battle with Hu Xiangshan, you already know that Baihun tribe will kill you! I think that the Baihun tribe martial arts competition in two months will be a battle of life and death for you!

With your yellow-level top-grade battle soul, within two months, there will be no problem in upgrading your cultivation to the third level of Chengen Realm. But you also know that the third level of Chengen Realm and the fourth level are a watershed.

When fighting within the third level of Chengen Realm, warriors compete for strength and speed. However, if they reach the fourth level of Chengen Realm, they can activate spiritual power, powerful fighting soul skills, and even instantly change the results of the battle.

Therefore, within two months, you must open up the spiritual sea and upgrade your cultivation to the fourth level of the Chengen Realm!

Otherwise, in two months, even if you can give up and save your life, what you leave will be a shame that will never be washed away in your life!"

The last sentence was said very seriously.

"Grandpa, I understand!" Jiang Cheng nodded heavily, but the worry in his eyes flashed.

It’s not easy to open up the spiritual sea with the fourth level of Chengen Realm!

Even if he has the help of the Black Tower Pillar, it will be difficult to cultivate to the third level of Chengen Realm, let alone to open up the spiritual sea.

Opening up the spiritual sea is a job of water grinding.

According to clan history, it took three months for the most genius soul warrior in the history of the Geshan tribe to warm up and open up the spiritual sea. Among the living soul warriors in the Geshan tribe to open up the spiritual sea, the fastest one took more than half a year to open up the spiritual sea.

Grandpa seemed to see Jiang Cheng's concern, and took out a leather bag and a light blue porcelain bottle stuffed with a red cloth like a magic trick.

The moment he saw the porcelain bottle, Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up instantly.

This porcelain bottle is the most exquisite thing that Jiang Cheng has seen in the Geshan tribe in the past five years, besides the Red String Knife. Even the grandpa’s food for dinner is made of earthenware.

"There are five body-tempering pills here. Taking one before practicing every night will have twice the result with half the effort!" Grandpa first handed the bag to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng was suddenly shocked, and his hand that he went to take it suddenly shrank: "Grandpa, is this a truck of food that Hu Xiangshan boasted about when he asked for marriage last time to exchange for another body tempering pill?"

Looking at Jiang Cheng's panic, Grandpa glared at Jiang Cheng and said, "What a panic! Such a thing that is not as ruthless as the streets outside can scare you like this? This thing can only be used below the fourth level of Chengen Realm, not that exaggerated."

While speaking, grandpa handed the porcelain bottle to Jiang Cheng again: "You must pack this thing. This is a pill of sea-piercing pill. Even grandpa paid a certain price to get one from an old friend. At that time, you can greatly reduce the time you have to open up the spiritual sea."

"There is only so much that grandpa can help you." He sighed, and grandpa gently put the celadon bottle into Jiang Cheng's hand and took it into Jiang Cheng's hand, but it was as heavy as a pound.

Just looking at this exquisite porcelain bottle, Jiang Cheng knew how expensive the things in it were compared to the situation of the Geshan tribe. What's more, if grandpa said that he had paid a certain price, the value would definitely be huge.

Although he caught the thing, Jiang Cheng did not dare to take it back. Compared with the current situation of the tribe, what Jiang Cheng held in his hand might be the life of his clan members. "Grandpa, the tribe is in a difficult time, but it has cost me so much..."

"You are the hope of the tribe, and the future is necessary!"

Grandpa's eyes suddenly became a little distant, "If a tribe has no hope and no future, even if the tribe members can survive this winter, they will not be able to avoid the fate of being destroyed and enslaved by others..."

Grandpa's voice was filled with endless cruelty, but it was full of compassion...

After Jiang Cheng received these two pills that were almost exchanged for the lives of his clan members, his grandfather gave some more advice on Jiang Cheng's cultivation problems, and Jiang Cheng was about to leave.

Before Jiang Chenglin left, Jiang Cheng took out the Red String Sword and handed it to his grandfather with both hands. Jiang Cheng dared not stay by his side for a long time with such a heavy weapon for sacrificing swords.

"Ha, this girl Songyue is so naughty!" Taking the Chixian Knife, Grandpa flicked the blade lightly, and the slight sound suddenly rang throughout the wooden house.

"But, it's too lonely to follow me!" After playing for a while, Grandpa suddenly held the Red String Sword upside down and handed it to Jiang Chengdao again: "Let it follow you."

Although Jiang Cheng liked the Red String Sword very much, Jiang Cheng knew very well that this thing was not something he could hold, so he hurriedly refused and said, "How did this happen? Grandpa, this is the sacrifice knife of our clan!"

Grandpa's eyes narrowed and he stared at Jiang Cheng and said, "The sacrifice knife... is used to protect hope!"

Jiang Cheng's expression was a little confused. Grandpa treated him very well before, but he had never been like this before, and almost handed over all the treasures in the clan to him.

Helplessly, at the insistence of grandpa, Jiang Cheng accepted the sacrifice knife - Chixian Dao, and bid farewell to grandpa.

When he left the door, Jiang Cheng had a head full of questions. He wanted to solve a few questions with his grandfather, but he did not expect that even his original questions had not been solved, but brought more problems.

Especially when Jiang Cheng's mysterious grass-roots war spirit saved that night, Jiang Feng wanted to find out some news from his grandfather in order to repay his kindness.

But Grandpa’s answer to Jiang Cheng was only three words - I don’t know!

Grandpa also said that as far as he knew, there was no soul warrior in the Baihun Eight Divisions that was extremely rare in the type of grass-roots war soul warrior, and he also told him not to spread it randomly.

Since that special soul warrior saved him, he would definitely not have any malice to him and told him not to worry too much.

He left Grandpa's wooden building in confusion. Jiang Cheng turned around and walked towards another slightly shorter wooden building not far away. It was the wooden building where Song Yue lived alone.

Jiang Cheng has been back to the clan for almost two days and has not seen Song Yue appear, which makes Jiang Cheng a little worried and is preparing to go and see Song Yue.

When he stepped into the wooden building where Song Yue lived alone, Jiang Cheng was stunned when he pushed open the wooden door!

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Chapter completed!