The Miao Territory is neither too big nor too small.
Fang Ling followed Tu Er for a whole month, passing countless tribes along the way before finally reaching the Lan Clan tribe.
He didn’t waste any time on the road. During the day, he traveled, and at night, he would take out the Heavenly Plague Cauldron to cultivate.
The life essence poison pill of the Green-Eyed Three-Legged Toad from the Alkaid Realm contained a large amount of toxins.
It wasn’t until the night before they arrived at the Lan Clan tribe that he completely refined it.
After refining it, his poison skills had significantly strengthened.
At the marketplace of the Lan Clan tribe.
Tu Er looked at Fang Ling and said, “Benefactor, be careful from here on. I need to head back now. The round trip will take two months, and I’m worried about my family.”
Tu Er was unaware that the Mu Clan tribe had been massacred, so he was still somewhat anxious about his family’s situation.
Fang Ling nodded slightly, reached into his robe, and handed Tu Er a scroll.
“This scroll is for you. I hope you never have to use it.”
During his time with the Tu Clan tribe, he had gained a lot.
Moreover, Tu Er had tirelessly brought him to the Lan Clan tribe, so Fang Ling wanted to give the Tu Clan tribe some benefit.
He had learned how to make the scroll from an unfortunate soul long ago.
His storage ring contained various materials, and after a few attempts, he succeeded.
The scroll he handed over contained a Galaxy Infinite Fist.
A scroll couldn’t fully contain the power of a Divine Power, usually only about ten percent of its original strength.
But even ten percent was enough to kill a being at the early Alioth Realm, or even stronger.
For the small Tu Clan tribe, having such a scroll could be very useful in times of trouble.
Tu Er looked at the scroll in Fang Ling’s hand, hesitant to accept it. “Our Tu Clan tribe already owes you a great debt. I really can’t accept this…”
Fang Ling said calmly, “I rarely give things to others.”
Hearing this, Tu Er, afraid of offending Fang Ling, quickly accepted the scroll.
After a simple farewell, the two parted ways, and Tu Er headed home.
Fang Ling wandered through the bustling marketplace of the Lan Clan tribe, finding everything quite novel.
The items sold at these stalls were unique to the Miao Territory and not commonly seen in places like Nanyang.
If he had the time, he would have liked to explore more, but for now, he wanted to take care of his business first.
The environment of the Lan Clan tribe was not much different from that of the Tu Clan tribe, with low thatched huts and bamboo houses everywhere.
However, the scale was vastly different. He estimated that the Lan Clan tribe was a thousand times larger than the Tu Clan tribe.
Moreover, the Lan Clan tribe was situated on a plain, with all the houses connected, forming a massive settlement.
Such a large settlement was impossible to find in Nanyang or the Blood Marsh.
The Lan Clan tribe was like a city with a population of billions.
Fang Ling walked through the marketplace and finally stopped in front of an altar.
The Lan Clan tribe was so large that there were at least a thousand such small altars within the tribe.
The tribe’s witchcraft guards were usually stationed near these altars.
Fang Ling’s attire immediately caught the attention of the nearby guards, as it was clear he was not from the Miao Territory.
“Outsider, what business do you have here?” a bearded man stepped forward and asked.
Fang Ling replied, “I need to see your tribe’s priest or elder.”
The man frowned and scrutinized Fang Ling.
Although he couldn’t sense Fang Ling’s cultivation level, his intuition told him that Fang Ling was not ordinary.
Ordinary people would not have such a demeanor.
“Are you sure you need to see our tribe’s elder or priest?” he asked again.
“Their time is very precious. If you’re wasting it, you won’t have a good outcome.”
“Not having your life would be the least of your worries. Our tribe has plenty of tortures!”
Fang Ling nodded, indicating he was certain.
“Follow me then! I doubt you’d dare gamble with your life,” the man said.
He gave some instructions to the other guards and then led Fang Ling away.
In the Miao Territory, the two largest tribes were the Lan Clan and the Chuan Clan.
These tribes were so powerful that even top forces like the Great Qian Dynasty and the Tianyin Pavilion dared not provoke them lightly.
Fang Ling could sense many powerful auras.
He sensed seven experts at the Alkaid Realm!
Moreover, witchcraft practitioners at the Alkaid Realm were generally stronger and more difficult to deal with than cultivators of the same realm.
Even if he could kill them, it would be a tough battle.
After a quarter of an hour, Fang Ling followed the guard to a bamboo house.
“Reporting to Elder Lan Sheng, there’s an outsider here who wishes to see you!” the guard said respectfully.
A gentle voice came from inside, “Let him in.”
“Go ahead!” The guard glanced at Fang Ling and gestured for him to enter.
Inside, Fang Ling met the ninth elder of the Lan Clan tribe.
He was surprised to see that the elder’s attire and demeanor were not like those of the Miao Territory people.
In fact, they were somewhat similar to Fang Ling’s, and the decorations in the room reflected the culture of the northern dynasty.
The elder’s cultivation level was not low; he was at the peak of the Mizar Realm, just a step away from the Alkaid Realm.
“I am Lan Sheng, the ninth elder of the Lan Clan tribe. Who are you, and what business do you have with our tribe?” he asked.
Fang Ling replied calmly, “I am Fang Ling, from the north. I wish to make a trade with you.”
“I am afflicted with the Death Wish Curse. I heard that someone in your tribe knows the Rebirth Curse, so I came here.”
“Oh?” Lan Sheng was surprised and scrutinized Fang Ling closely.
“No, I can’t sense any curse power from you. You’re lying!” His expression immediately darkened.
Fang Ling explained, “The Death Wish Curse is excruciating, so before I came, my master sealed it, which is why you can’t sense it.”
“Haha, who is your master? Sealing the Death Wish Curse? That’s a joke!” Lan Sheng laughed.
Fang Ling’s expression darkened, and he narrowed his eyes. “Do not mock my master. I am serious.”
Lan Sheng was taken aback, then laughed even harder.
“Other than witchcraft practitioners, no cultivator can deal with witchcraft spells.”
“Is your master an Upper Immortal? Or a Great Immortal?”
“Judging by your bone age, you’re only in your early twenties. Such a temper for someone so young!”
Fang Ling immediately turned to leave, saying only, “I’ll come back another time…”
Since they couldn’t talk now, he would leave it at that.
After all, the Death Wish Curse had been sealed by the Grandmaster for ten thousand years. He could come back in a few years.
By then, the Lan Clan tribe would have no grounds to make any demands and would have to comply obediently.
Lan Sheng watched Fang Ling’s departing figure, his expression uncertain.
Fang Ling’s words and actions were too strange, giving him a sense of foreboding.
It felt like if he let Fang Ling leave, he would regret it in the future.
Trusting his intuition, he quickly called out, “Wait!”
“As a guest, I was indeed rude earlier. Please forgive me.”
“I will take you to see our High Priest.”
“In our Lan Clan tribe, only the High Priest knows the Rebirth Curse. You can discuss it with her.”
Hearing this, Fang Ling stopped. “Then I will trouble you!”
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