Primordial World: Big shots are all my friends
Chapter 160 - 151, Suirenshi

Chapter 160: Chapter 151, Suirenshi

"How long has it been since you last went to the Human Clan?"

"The Human Clan, ever since the War of the Witch Demons, I have not returned.

Frankly, My Lady, I fear the memories of that dreadful scene would haunt me again."

Nuwa spoke leisurely, "Go have a look! It’s time for the greatest trouble of the Human Clan to be resolved."

"Yes!" Bai Jin answered respectfully and then asked, "May this disciple inquire what trouble it refers to?"

"Go and see for yourself!"

...

On a reclining chair inside the Bird’s Nest, Bai Jin suddenly opened his eyes, recalling the scenes from his dream, took a deep sigh, and thought to himself how little peace he had had these few days! Another task had come his way.

Moreover, they keep things vague, forcing me to guess. Saints always seem to like being enigmatic.

Bai Jin immediately got up, and with one step appeared above the Bird’s Nest. The top of the Nest slowly closed together with a thud.

Bai Jin bowed towards the direction of Biyou Palace and, with his figure twisting, vanished from sight in an instant.

Within the Artifact Refining Hall of Biyou Palace, Tongtian gave a faint sigh, feeling as if Bai Jin were no longer his disciple. He had just returned from the Underworld and had now been summoned by Nuwa—how could he be busier than me, his Master?

All of them seem to be eyeing my disciple, suddenly feeling not too good about it, a slight depression sprouted!

Tongtian then spoke out, "Wudang~"

Wudang Saint walked in from outside, bowed in greeting, and said, "Master!"

"Announce that Jie Sect is widely opening the gates to the Tao, accepting five thousand disciples."

Wudang Saint raised her head, hesitated, and then spoke, "Master, junior brother has already returned. The recruitment of disciples should be his responsibility."

Tongtian said faintly, "He has run off again."

Wudang Saint was taken aback. Is my junior brother really that busy? Hesitating, she said, "Isn’t five thousand too many?"

"Not many at all! Go ahead."

With the junior brother absent, nobody could deter the Master’s determination to take disciples. Wudang Saint reluctantly complied, "As you command, disciple!" and turned to walk outside.

"I feel much better now." Tongtian continued to craft Spiritual Treasures contentedly, some exceptional disciples should always be rewarded.

...

Bai Jin manifested on Shouyang Mountain and slowly began to fly, gliding on a cloud, hovering over a tribe and observing the tribe below.

Suspended in the center of the tribe was a talisman, shimmering with daylight, illuminating the pitch-black night, bringing a trace of warmth to the darkness.

With one glance, Bai Jin recognized the origin of the talisman. It was imbued with the aura of Xuandu, capable of deterring Demons and scaring away evil spirits.

Several teenagers, big and small, clad in animal skins and equipped with long knives and bows and arrows, were moving through the dark woods.

The leading youth suddenly raised a hand, joyfully saying, "Pay attention, there’s a savage bull ahead."

The other youths also showed delighted expressions, swiftly leaping onto trees, concealing themselves among the leaves.

Crack crack crack~ Sounds of tree branches being snapped came along as a massive savage bull slowly approached, its eyes gleaming with a faint light in the night.

"Caw~" A sudden call of a crow rang out.

"Whoosh~"

"Whoosh~"

Several wooden arrows rained down from the trees.

Thump~

Thump~

The eyes of the bull bloodied in an instant.

"Mo~" The savage bull roared in pain.

Several figures leaped from the trees, their long knives cutting through the air and striking the bull with dull thuds, as if chopping through soil and rock.

Rumble rumble~ The savage bull charged wildly, its sharp horns letting out "mo~" "mo~" bellowing cries.

Bang~

Bang~

Bang~

Several large trees were broken in the battle or toppled by the slashing blades, tossed into the forest, making a thunderous noise.

Shouts of rage continued throughout the forest, but the teenage youths were unable to slay the savage bull.

The leading youth, looking anxious, gritted his teeth and ordered, "Retreat!"

Another youth cried out in distress, "No, the long night has come, we must not give up when there’s food."

"Howl~"

"Woo~"

...

A series of animal cries echoed one after another.

The leading youth’s expression drastically changed, shouting, "The hunt has caused too much commotion, retreat, quickly!"

Even if the other youths were reluctant, they had to pull back. Hunting in the night made things increasingly difficult, and the beasts turned much fiercer. If they waited any longer, they risked becoming the prey themselves.

Bai Jin did not interfere with their choice, watched over the tribe for a while longer, and continued towards other tribes. The War of the Witch Demons had only recently ended, and there were not many Human Clan Tribes, some of which depended on Shouyang Mountain for survival, and others on Wuzhuang Temple.

Bai Jin observed tribe after tribe silently, witnessing the Human Clan’s struggle to survive in the night. The long nights brought not only darkness and oppression but also made all species more brutal.

...

In a plaza within the tribe, a disheveled old man sat cross-legged in front of a talisman, gazing upwards and reaching out as if he could grasp something, mumbling to himself, "The light, the fire, what exactly creates the fire from light, what is it? Why can’t I figure it out?"

Some tribespeople passed by the plaza, glancing at the elder, all shook their heads with pitiful eyes, and continued on with their tasks.

Bai Jin silently watched the old man on the plaza. The flame, could he be one of the issues Nuwa has assigned me to resolve? Without delay, he descended from the sky, radiating light for an instant, transforming into a Human Clan youth clad in animal skins, and walked towards the tribe’s interior, looking around.

"Hey~ boy, stop right there." A loud shout suddenly rang out.

Bai Jin halted in his tracks; a middle-aged man with a big beard came striding over, scrutinizing Bai Jin with boisterous voice as thunder, he asked, "Lad, you’re not from our tribe. Who are you?"