The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 123 - 123 69 Laozi Becomes a Saint Part 1

123: Chapter 69 Laozi Becomes a Saint (Part 1) 123: Chapter 69 Laozi Becomes a Saint (Part 1) At this moment, the territory of the Human Clan welcomed four ragged people.

Leading them was an old man with a hunched back, leaning on a cane, his face full of wrinkles.

Three children around seven or eight years old clung timidly to the old man’s clothes, their big watery eyes filled with curiosity about the unknown.

Just as they were about to enter the territory of the Human Clan, the old man stumbled and fell abruptly to the ground.

The four children burst into tears, continuously shaking the old man.

The Human Clan man responsible for guarding the entrance hurried over, gently massaging the old man’s slightly swollen lower leg, and asked, “Elder, where have you just returned from?

At such an old age, having to take care of three children—if you encountered any wild beasts out there, how could we, as the younger generation, bear such responsibility!”

The old man shook his head slightly, his face filled with melancholy, and said, “My two sons went hunting with the Hunter Team the day before yesterday and have not returned since.

With three children still needing care at home, I had no choice but to go looking for my sons myself!

Little did I expect, little did I expect…

along the way, we encountered a fierce tiger with hanging eyes and a white forehead.

We found a cave and managed to avoid danger.

There are many ferocious beasts in the forest, helplessly, we had to return to the tribe to think of another solution.

Alas!”

The guard’s eyes reddened slightly, he carried the old man on his back and led the three children straight into the tribal land.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the man brought the four people to a house built of rough stone blocks in an ancient style.

He knocked gently on the wide fence gate and said, “Uncle Huo, these four tribe members have not eaten for two days.

Could you prepare some food for them?”

“Creak!”

The wooden fence gate was pushed open from inside out, and a middle-aged man with a full beard and a fierce expression poked his head out, grinning at the man, “It’s you again, you little rascal.

Alright!

Go back to your post, I’ll take care of these four!”

The man chuckled lightly, gently patted one of the children on the head, and said, “Little one, remember to eat slowly later!

Uncle Huo’s roasted meat is really delicious!” Then he strode away.

Shortly after, Uncle Huo, holding a long wooden stick with three skinned rabbits hanging from it in one hand and a small torch burning with a cute flame in the other hand, emerged.

Being early autumn, the weather was already slightly cool.

The four people, their animal skin clothes torn, and the elder somewhat concerned about appearances, the three children, feeling the faint warmth from the young man, couldn’t help but gather closer to Uncle Huo.

“Hey!” Uncle Huo grinned, his originally fierce face becoming even more terrifying.

The three children, frightened, glanced at his large shining teeth in the sunset’s afterglow, creepily shrank back to the old man’s side again.

With an awkward wipe of his face, Uncle Huo placed the torch and the rabbit skewer into a crevice of rocks, carefully covered it with stones, and then ran to gather a large amount of dry wood.

In the open area, he built a simple hearth with stones.

Lighting the wood, he hung the rabbit skewer over the fire and started turning it back and forth.

The rising flames brought a refreshing warmth, dispelling the chill for the four, and once again, the three children gathered around the fire, the young animals gently approaching the hearth, feeling the bursts of warmth.

The old man seemed to forget his twisted lower leg for a moment, his gaze lost as he watched the people laboring back and forth.

At this moment, the tribe was lively.

The tribespeople who had just returned from hunting, some with prey on their shoulders, some holding palm leaves filled with fresh wild fruit, and others with fat fish tied around their waists!

The adults laughed, and the children chased each other around, creating a scene filled with peace!

After thousands of years of development, the Human Clan had learned to make weapons from stone.

There were stone spears, stone axes, stone hammers, stone basins, stone pots—these items, more or less, all bore some merit, used by the people for hunting, cooking, and drinking water!

Their clothes were not very tightly wrapped, mostly just a piece of animal skin from the armpit to the knee.

Some of the children even had their buttocks bare; each had their own tasks in life.

The women took the prey from the men’s shoulders, carefully processing it; the children kept picking up some dry wood from outside, and the men, tired from a day’s work, returned but had no time to rest.

Some repaired the simple houses, others clicked and clacked, sharpening weapons or household utensils with stones.

Although the life of the Human Clan was not affluent, it was indeed fulfilling!

“Elder, elder…” Uncle Huo finished roasting the fragrant and richly flavored rabbits, tore off two plump hind legs, and handed them to the elder.

The elder came to his senses, smiled apologetically at Uncle Huo, took the rabbit legs, and chewed leisurely.

The three children, however, didn’t care about manners; each took a rabbit leg and ate until their mouths were dripping with grease.

At this time, Ran Ji and Xuan Dou began to patrol the Human Clan, and when they arrived at Uncle Huo’s place, they were quite surprised to see four very unfamiliar elderly men.

After hearing Uncle Huo’s explanation, they sadly said to the elder, “Elder, it has been two days since your sons have returned.

It must be that they have encountered mishaps, but rest assured, tomorrow I will send the men of our clan to search for them, no matter what!

Each hunter who goes out is a hero of our entire tribe!

I will not let them be exposed to the wilderness!”

The elder nodded somewhat peacefully, expressing his gratitude to Ran Ji.

In the following time, Ran Ji sat with Uncle Huo and the elder, talking about the situation of the Human Clan’s development.

From Ran Ji’s words, it was not hard to hear his urgent desire for the Human Clan to live better.

That day, the elder felt that it was the most fulfilling day of his life.

The next day, Ran Ji dispatched a large number of people into the forest in search of the elder’s two sons, but they ultimately never found any trace of them.

In the evening, Ran Ji, full of sorrow, informed the elder of this news.

The elder’s expression was calm, as if he had already anticipated this outcome.

That night, the elder and Ran Ji talked all night long without closing their eyes.

As the sun rose, Ran Ji, holding the elder’s hand, respectfully said, “Elder, you truly are a wise man of this era!

You must offer strategies for the development of our Human Clan!

Although your sons are gone, I will support you, I will raise the three children!

As long as our Human Clan is strong, whatever you ask of me, I am willing!”

The elder looked at Ran Ji and asked, “Do you think Yuan Qing and the others did wrong?”

Ran Ji was startled, clearly not expecting such a question from the elder.

After pondering for a long while, Ran Ji said, “Elder, my original strategy was to strengthen our tribe and slowly migrate inland!

After all, the Witch and Demon Clans are immensely powerful, and our Human Clan is powerless before them.

But the Holy Father once said, ‘Heavenly Dao is strong, gentlemen never stop self-improvement!’ Our Human Clan must venture out of the East Sea if it wants to grow.

But this is a long process, I think Yuan Qing went too far!”

The elder nodded, then shook his head and said, “The Witch and Demon Clans are certainly powerful, but can’t our Human Clan also become strong through cultivation?”

Ran Ji shook his head bitterly and said, “Elder, you don’t know!

It’s not that no cultivators have come to our Human Clan’s land; even eight of our Human Ancestors have succeeded in cultivation!

But for some reason, neither the Human Ancestors nor the external cultivators are willing to reveal even a fraction of the cultivation techniques to our tribe.

Nowadays, all we practice daily are just a few combat skills left by the Holy Father!

If we rely on these combat skills to contend with the Witch and Demon, wouldn’t that lead to certain death?”

The elder was startled, as he had never heard of such a thing!

Sighing deeply, he gently exhaled and said, “Can the Elder take a look at the combat skills left by the Holy Father?”

Ran Ji, not understanding why, thought the elder was merely curious, so he took the elder and the noisy three children to the cave Li Qingming used for seclusion when he was stationed with the Human Clan, where all two hundred and eighteen stone slabs were fully imprinted on both sides of the cave.

Looking at the stone carvings, the elder’s eyes flickered and motioned for Ran Ji to go down first, then he began to study them carefully.

Suddenly, the child in leopard skin, who looked rather try-hard, said, “Master, what do you think of these few inscriptions?”

The elder glanced at the leopard-skinned child and said, “It somewhat captures the essence!”

The child in tiger skin laughed heartily and said, “Hahaha, Qingmingzi!

Uncle, don’t these techniques used by these people look like those of the Battle Mad Witch Clan?”

The leopard-skinned child, undeterred, pouted and said, “Uncle Tongtian, the combat skills of the Witch Clan were taught by me!”

The fox-skinned child, who had been silent the whole time, abruptly spoke up, “Alright, both of you calm down!”

The two then reluctantly glanced at each other and ceased their conversation.

It turned out that the four individuals before them were The Three Pure Ones and Qingming in disguise among the Human Clan.

As Laozi said, only by integrating into the lives of the Human Clan can one better comprehend the profound truths of the Heavenly Dao!