Lord Zhang Fei

Chapter 20: A Better Tomorrow

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Zhang Mu Tuo and Zhang Xuan’er bid farewell to Mammoth and left together.

It was near noon. Looking from the hillside, nearly a hundred yurts of various sizes in the tribe formed a large irregular circle, with a relatively flat square exposed in the middle.

At this time, many tribesmen set up more than a dozen bonfires to roast food on the square. There were hunted beasts, livestock raised in the tribe, and fresh big fish. It was awesome to have tasteful food from beasts of the sky, the ones running on the ground, swimming in the water.

From time to time, there were bursts of laughter in the square, and there were traces of meaty aroma, which was inviting.

Looking at the tribe in front of them that they had built by themselves, Zhang Mu Tuo and his wife, Zhang Xuan’er, were full of emotion in their hearts. Who could have imagined that in just a few years, the Ironwood tribe could grow from just a dozen people to a tribe of two to three hundred people now?

What’s even more gratifying was that the development of the tribe had been advancing by leaps and bounds in the past two years. Now, the clan would form a powerful cannon team. It was conceivable that the ironwood tribe in the future would definitely become a large tribe of thousands or tens of thousands of people, and it would be a very powerful tribe.

And all of this, or a lot of this, was due to their dear son Zhang Fei. Thinking of their son, the faces of the husband and wife were full of happy smiles.

.....

Zhang Mu Tuo couldn’t help asking softly. “Zhang Xuan’er, I don’t know what happened to your investigation of Fei’er’s body today?”

“You may be surprised after hearing this.” Zhang Xuan’er smiled mysteriously. “After investigation by my eldest brother and I, we found that Zhang Fei has indeed been practicing a strangely incredible cultivation technique for the past two years.”

“Oh?” Zhang Mu Tuo suddenly smiled. “What kind of technique can make you and Mammoth think it’s incredible?”

Zhang Xuan’er couldn’t help sighing. “Maybe we didn’t monitor Fei’er enough before. You and I already know that Fei’er hides in the yurt every morning and night to practice alone, but it is just a curious act of thinking that Fei is young. Today, my eldest brother and I found out that Fei’er’s unremitting training is real.”

Zhang Mu Tuo couldn’t help being shocked when he heard this. “What? You mean, Fei’er is really a cultivator?”

“Yes.” Zhang Xuan’er nodded and said, “At the beginning, I was not sure myself. After exploring with the eldest brother, we found out that although Fei’er practices every day when the black and white heavens alternated, it did not cause harm to his body. On the contrary...”

Zhang Xuan’er glanced at Zhang Mu Tuo, her eyes couldn’t help showing a trace of sadness, she sighed, and said, “You were very enchanting on this Sacred Spirit Continent with your talent back then. You were a genius among cultivators. Do you know how much Fei’s spiritual power is now?”

Zhang Mu Tuo asked with a hint of doubt. “Oh? How much is it?”

Zhang Xuan’er couldn’t help smiling, and said proudly. “According to the eldest brother’s investigation, he sad that Fei’re’s current innate spiritual power should have reached more than sixty spirit loops.” At this point, Zhang Xuan’er couldn’t help but feel a little bit emotional.

After listening to Zhang Mu Tuo, he suddenly asked in surprise. “What? More than sixty soul loops?”

Zhang Xuan’er affirmed. “Yes, it’s more than sixty loops. I think you were seventy when your spiritual power awakened. You were already at the peak of existence on the mainland. Now, Fei is only four years old. If we wait until Fei’er is eight years old, his innate spiritual power will surely shock the entire continent.”

Zhang Mu Tuo groaned for a long while, and couldn’t help sighing excitedly. “Haha, God’s will. It seems that this Ironwood clan could survive the world after all. Thinking of my Wang clan, continuing to live in this place, I finally look forward with a glimmer of hope. Sure enough, there are eyes in the sky.”

There seemed to be tears on Zhang Mu Tuo’s resolute face at this time. Gao Jiao held his head, closed his eyes tightly, and two heroic tears fell tragically.

There was a moment of silence, but Zhang Mu Tuo sighed in excitement. “Oh. Zhang Xuan’er, I know I’ve caused you pain. How could you suffer such hardship? If it weren’t for that incident a few years ago...”

Zhang Xuan’er couldn’t help holding Zhang Mu Tuo’s hand and talking gently. “Your wife is no longer sad. We are lucky to survive that catastrophe. Don’t you think this kind of free life is very good now?” Zhang Xuan’er leaned on Zhang Mu Tuo’s chest and murmured. “With so many members of our clan now, and Fei’er to accompany us every day, I’m very satisfied.”

Zhang Mu Tuo hugged Zhang Xuan’er’s shoulders and smelled the light fragrance of her hair. He sighed and said, “Yes, with you by my side, and the children that we have, what more can your husband ask for?”

For a long time, Zhang Xuan’er couldn’t help looking back and murmured. “By the way, my husband, as you suggested, I have decided to let Fei move to live with my eldest brother. It’s true that he can practice with peace of mind there. And secondly, with the protection of elder brother, we can be rest assured.”

Zhang Mu Tuo nodded, and said, “Well, it’s up to you to arrange everything. Alas, if it weren’t for that matter long time ago, we wouldn’t be bothering Mammoth now.”

Zhang Mu Tuo couldn’t help but raised his head and looked at the infinite land in the distance. His eyes are full of memories and yearning.

***

Three years later.

Somewhere on the edge of a large forest. Unlike other places, there were no chain mountains. Looking around, there was an endless grassland outside the forest.

In the grassland, a large river with a width of one hundred meters winds and twists by, and the river water was leisurely gentle. In the loop, there were countless large and small ponds and lakes.

After a thunderstorm the previous night, there were still rain drizzles and dew in the early morning, with an incomparably fresh and peaceful beauty. Green vegetation, rain and dew condensation marks.

From a distance, the morning mist in the Hetao was misty, and strands linger above the water. Amidst the clouds and mist, one could see a long pole of twenty to thirty meters tall standing majestically, almost faintly visible, obviously incompatible with this natural beauty.

The long rod was cast from pig iron and was as thick as an arm. One end was tapered, and the tip points straight to the blue sky. The other end was inserted in a pond with a radius of hundred meters.

At this time, the pond was full of people, men and women, old and young. One could see that these people were all dressed in animal skins and coarse clothing. Their complexion was slightly dark, some with feathers on their heads, and some with disheveled heads. They were obviously natives of the tribe.

What was strange was that so many people surround the pond, but they rarely spoke. The surrounding area was very quiet. One could hear the sound of the wind blowing the grass and the gurgling water.