Wu Hen's total combat power had always been himself plus Little Yi.
If Wu Hen cultivated the Holy Infant into the Holy Child, and if Little Yi evolved from the Broken Sword into the Mythical Thunder Crossing Sword, he could even directly crush figures like the Purple Robed Master!!
"Let's work hard together. If we go solo, we must dominate Desert Dust Heavenly Light, let alone when we unite as man and sword!"
Upon seeing the Red Snow Mountain, Wu Hen knew he was close to the Ancient Village.
Shouldering the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng, Wu Hen returned to the village one night.
Inside the village, the bonfire could be seen from afar, the place was brightly lit...
This made Wu Hen feel deeply moved.
It was like a man coming home late, yet finding someone had left a light on for him.
The Ancient Clan in the village were truly the most warm-hearted and sincere people, always lighting a bonfire to guide him home.
Entering the village, Wu Hen smelled the aroma of meat and the fragrance of alcohol.
Everyone was still awake this late?
Wu Hen, carrying the Tai Peng Bird, entered the village and found the villagers gathered around the central bonfire.
The villagers sat in circles around the bonfire, eating large chunks of meat and drinking large gulps of alcohol. Before them were foods that were only brought out during festival harvests. Their faces radiated with simple, clean smiles.
However, having lived here for a long time, how could Wu Hen not know that this was a village feast?
Today wasn't a rest day, nor was it any natural festival. Why were they having a feast? Whose feast was it?
"I am Chong Hua, and I will perform a mourning song for Brother Hen. It is also Brother Hen's favorite song from Desert Dust Hip Hop..."
"Yo, yo, yo, a man from the sky named Wu Hen, handsome and dashing, good-natured and hardworking, everyone loved him, who would have thought he'd fail to hunt the Tai Peng, yo, yo, yo, three days gone and hasn't returned, which worried us sick, so we feast to mourn, mourn for him!"
The Ancient Clan youth, wearing animal loincloths, with bare chests, danced an ancient harvest dance while singing a very modern-sounding song, making it hard to tell whether it was ancient people who had accessed the internet or modern people who had reverted to ancient ways.
"Very good, very good! From now on, you will inherit Brother Hen's throne as the Rhyming Human Emperor!"
"Applause, applause!"
"Don't just grieve, grab some food!"
To the Ancient Clan, there was only one thing that never missed—feasting!
Happy events called for feasts.
Sad events called for feasts.
Even if there was no reason to feast, if they found one, they would feast more!
Clay sculptures decorated with pink and white flowers sat in the center.
Below the clay sculptures were several plates of meat, a few jugs of wine, and a few plates of fruits, which children tried to take but were sternly scolded by adults.
The neatly seated Ancient Clan villagers each had a smile that said "feasting is a blessing." This wasn't a mourning ceremony; it was clearly a party!
"Look, who's that black boy standing there carrying a bird? Come over and join us!" An elder from the village finally noticed someone standing there, brimming with the aura of a newly descended Demon God.
"This is the Tai Peng, I hunted it." Wu Hen, like a demon, heavily threw the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng onto the ground, making the neatly arranged bowls and chopsticks fall to the ground.
Upon hearing Wu Hen's voice...
the entire village gasped in shock!
But their hands didn't stop reaching for food.
"Oh my, we had the Prophet calculate and knew you'd return triumphantly tonight. Look, we've been waiting for you to feast! Hurry and sit down, hurry and eat!" Chongli Mountain, seeing the awkward atmosphere, immediately walked up and laughed, speaking to Wu Hen.
The elders, adults, and women of the village nodded one after another, and some clever young villagers quickly kicked away the white flowers, removed those plates of tribute, replaced them with more vibrant baskets of flowers, and hung up festive ribbons...