Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity

Chapter 42: Chapter 40: Big Brother Named De Quan_1

Translator: 549690339

“You also call the sacrificial spirit of your village Lord Willow God?” Lin Zhuang and the others were slightly taken aback.

“Everyone calls him that, and the Deity of Worship has never refuted, silently accepting this name.” The broadswords man nodded, with a hint of curiosity reflected in his expression, “Why, brother, is there something odd about that?” “Not really odd, it’s just that the Deity of Worship in our village is also called Willow God and similarly, has silently accepted our title.” Lin Zhuang, scratching his head out of habit, expressed his admiration almost too plainly in his tone.

“Oh, that’s quite a coincidence, isn’t it?”

Just as the broadswords man was about to speak, a beast robe clad elderly man with grey hair and a slightly hunchbacked figure hurried over.

Although the elder was showing signs of age, his vibrant eyes clearly reflected his wisdom.

“The Village Chief has arrived.” Seeing the elder, Shi Lin Hu quickly went forward to welcome him.

“Greetings to you all, I am the chief of this village, Shi Yun Feng!” The elder strode forward energetically, first nodding to the broadswords man, and then introducing himself to Lin Zhuang and the others with a smile.

Shi Lin Hu had already informed him when they entered the village.

“Lin Zhuang.”

“Lin Chen.”

The others introduced themselves in turn.

“Brother Lin Zhuang, you just said that the sacrificial spirit of your village is also called Willow God?” After inviting Lin Zhuang and his companions into his house, Shi Yun Feng asked again.

He was full of curiosity about the sacrificial spirit that Lin Zhuang mentioned.

How is it possible for two unrelated villages to both worship a spirit called Willow God?

It must be known that in the vast Wilderness, the word “God” cannot be used loosely. For an ordinary village, the word represents omnipotence, supremacy, and immortality.

Although “God” is just a title and does not specifically represent anything, it should not be used lightly, otherwise it could invoke unknown fears, and even powerful clans could face the disaster of extinction.

In the long ancient times, the sacrificial spirits existed. The ancestors believed that God was always present, so they used a more intricate and ceremonial way of worship, but it was later discovered that they were just exceptionally powerful creatures.

But those who dare to claim to be Gods indicate that they are extraordinary. They can fight against ancient fierce beasts, easily annihilate several super clans, and have few rivals in the world.

The reason why the spirit in his village dares to be called Willow God is that it has an extraordinary origin, which seems to be not from this realm.

Shi Yun Feng still remembers to this day, he was just a teenager at the time. It was a dark night filled with lightning, torrential rain, and rampaging ferocious beasts. It was a horrifying scene when it felt like the sky was about to collapse.

Willow God appeared at that moment, bathed in the sea of thunder, with thousands of willow branches radiating intensely bright light, as if it was fighting something.

That battle was terrifying. Even from tens of thousands of miles away, one could still feel its indomitable power. Even the remnants of rune that fell casually were enough to destroy a mortal empire.

Eventually.

The giant willow tree was chopped down and turned into a sacrificial spirit. The original sacrificial stone spirit fled, resulting in its current state.

So the deity in this robust man’s village also dares to call himself Willow God? Isn’t he afraid of attracting the attention of some unknown existence?!

“Yes!” Lin Zhuang’s affirmation came through, feeling that calling their Lord Willow God was just a matter of course.

Shi Yun Feng pursed his lips, glanced at Lin Zhuang and the others who looked incredibly certain, and didn’t continue to question.

There are many tribes and villages in the Wilderness, scattered like stars in the sky, but not every village knows such secrets. Some sacrificial spirits even attempt to become ancient divine spirits, deluding people’s hearts, without considering the serious consequences they might bring.

In Shi Yun Feng’s view, the sacrificial spirit of this group of people’s village was probably the latter.

A creature of an ordinary background who dares to aspire to become a true God is completely different from the Willow God of his own Stone Village.

The sun was centered in the sky, at its most intense.

In the gentle breeze, mixed with an invisible heatwave.

The prepared meals were brought up, served in large clay bowls, all filled with roasted wild beast meat, each piece golden-brown, the skin crispy, causing a delightful sensation for the taste buds just by looking at it.

Apart from this, there was also a sweet milk soup that greatly pleased Little Eight Lin, from which a faint white vapor was rising.

It wasn’t heat, it was a chill mist.

“This is our Stone Village’s ancestral gourmet food, suitable for both winter and summer. We boil it in the winter and in the summer, after preparation, we place it in a cellar deep underground. After just two hours, it becomes a delicious and refreshing cold milk soup that quenches both thirst and heat. Please try it,” Shi Yun Feng invited Lin Zhuang and the others.

Lin Zhuang and the others didn’t hold back, they lifted their bowls and began to drink, completely unaware of the concept of eating slowly.

Lin Xin Tong did the same, as a girl from the Wilderness, she didn’t know what the term ‘manners’ meant – she ate large pieces of meat and drank mouthfuls of soup just like the older men.

“It’s so delicious!” After drinking seven or eight bowls, Lin Zhuang and the others finally reluctantly put down their chopsticks and bowls.

It wasn’t that they were full, but that the soup they had been served was almost gone.

After filling their stomachs with food and soup, Tu Dequan got up from his seat, preparing to go out for a walk.

‘Walk after a meal, live until ninety-nine’, this was his philosophy on life.

At the village corner.

A little boy, who appeared to be no more than two years old, caught his attention.

The child seemed to have just learned to walk but was exceptionally persistent in trying to catch a bird, his movements slightly comical, and his bottom covered in dust.

His appearance wasn’t much like the other people from Stone Village, who all had skin the color of ancient bronze from frequent exposure to the elements. The little boy in front of him was extremely fair and adorable, with large eyes rolling around, shining with intelligence. As he babbled incoherently, he looked just like a porcelain doll.

But that wasn’t the main point.

The main point was that Tu Wa Zi felt an indescribable sensation from this little boy who was seemingly ordinary. It was as if the little boy wasn’t a human descendant, but instead a cub of an Ancient Fierce Beast, each of his movements exuding an inexplicable power.

“Big brother, who are you? How come I’ve never seen you before?”

The little dot dusted off the soil on his bottom, noticed Tu Dequan, and walked towards him, humming and chirping.

“It’s normal for you not to have seen me; I am from the neighbouring village, called Tu Dequan. ‘De’ as in both virtuous and talented, ‘quan’ as in all-rounded.

I heard that the sweet milk soup made here is especially delicious, so I specifically came over to try it.” Tu Wa Zi laughed as he said.

“The soup is delicious, the one Grandpa Village Head makes is the best.”

The little dot swayed and looked excited, seemingly also craving some.

“But the sweet milk soup that Grandpa Village Head makes contains a lot of things, it packs quite a punch, and it seems like most people can’t handle it.” The little boy rubbed his fingers together.

“Little Dot, do you think I’m the same as the other people?” Tu Wa Zi grinned, his hands behind his back, slightly affronted at being looked down upon by a child.

But he didn’t delve into this topic.

As a Practitioner of the Earth’s Body, he had matured beyond his years. Even though Tu Dequan was physically only eight years old, his mental age was around fifteen to sixteen, and he had no intention of squabbling with this milk-drinking child.

He just felt this little child was extraordinary. There seemed to be an incredible amount of energy and potential hidden within his tiny body, like a blazing sun ready to break through the dawn. But Tu Dequan also considered himself to be exceptional.

Furthermore, he had already tried the sweet milk soup. It was delicious, but he didn’t feel any kick from it..