Chapter 1656: Chapter 1753: The Approaching Past
Chicken Neck Mountain—this is the na the generations of primitive people living here have given to this mountain. The reason is simple: the mountain resembles the shape of a chicken’s neck.
Chicken Neck Mountain isn’t tall and is exceedingly inconspicuous amidst the hundreds of thousands of peaks surrounding it. Yet, at the base of this mountain lies an isolated village completely removed from the outside world.
A collection of dozens of houses built from stone and wood. Everywhere, one could see animal hides drying in the sun, beast bones scattered around, and locals dressed in crude attire made of hides.
“So, this is your village?” Fang Lin followed Da Niu, the girl, and their group to the area, glancing at the village before asking.
The girl nodded silently without saying a word.
Fang Lin chuckled lightly. On the way here, he already knew this girl bore an unusually peculiar na—Tiechui.
That’s right, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl, who looked decently pretty, was nad Tiechui (Iron Hamr). When Fang Lin heard the na, he paused for a mont but then smiled and nodded approvingly toward it.
The girl, however, seed indifferent to her na, unaffected by it. It seed that the villagers here chose nas as straightforward as possible.
As for Tiechui’s younger brother, his na was equally unusual—Tiedan (Iron Egg). Still, it was sowhat more reasonable compared to the girl’s na.
The na Tiedan even brought an old friend to Fang Lin’s mind—a genius from the Five Elents Sect in the Xuan Country, Wang Erdan, who also had an odd na. However, Fang Lin hadn’t seen Wang Erdan since he left the Xuan Country. Even during his last visit back to the Five Elents Sect, Wang Erdan was no longer there.
When the villagers saw Da Niu’s group returning, they cheerfully gathered around to welco them.
For these generations of people living here, the n venturing out from the village to hunt and gather food was an extrely perilous task. Danger lurked everywhere beyond the village, and returning ho safely was considered a great fortune.
But when they noticed Fang Lin, the conspicuous outsider, their expressions shifted to alertness and curiosity.
Fang Lin’s presence among them was hard to ignore; it was impossible not to stand out.
At that mont, Fang Lin suddenly raised his head to look at Chicken Neck Mountain, a glimr appearing in his eyes.
In the next instant, Fang Lin leaped into the air and stood suspended before the onlookers. His sudden maneuver startled many of the villagers, causing so to nearly kneel down in reverence.
“A divine being! He’s a divine being!” so trembling elderly villagers exclaid, mistaking Fang Lin for a deity.
Fang Lin ignored the shock he caused in the village, instead focusing on a section of the rock wall on Chicken Neck Mountain.
On the wall, carved into the stone, was a phrase Fang Lin had seen before:
“Fang Qingye was here.”
Fang Lin hadn’t anticipated that his father had left traces even here. Considering this, it seed plausible that the small secluded village nestled within these mountains might indeed be connected to his father, Fang Qingye.
But what that connection might be, and what hidden stories it held, Fang Lin couldn’t yet discern—it was all re speculation.
As Fang Lin descended back to the ground, the villagers instinctively backed away. Fortunately, Da Niu and Tiechui had already witnessed Fang Lin’s miraculous healing abilities, so they weren’t particularly startled; they instead explained what had transpired outside the village.
When the villagers learned that Fang Lin had saved the mortally wounded Da Niu and frightened off the Blue-striped Fierce Tiger, they were even more awestruck, seeing him as soone beyond mortal comprehension.
“Honored guest from outside, may we know your na?” A short, weathered elder, supported by two villagers, shuffled forward, pausing every few steps. His frail fra bore the marks of countless years.
Fang Lin glanced at the old man, who looked much like the other villagers, dressed in animal hides. However, his skin was less dark, and his vacant eyes seed to have lost their sight.
“This is the old clan leader! He’s the eldest in the village,” Tiechui hurriedly stepped closer to Fang Lin to explain.
Fang Lin nodded and scrutinized the old clan leader closely. To his surprise, he discovered that despite the elder’s apparent frailty, his body harbored a faint yet powerful force—akin to a hidden master in Martial Arts.
However, the old man seed unaware of how to control this hidden force within him. As a result, traces occasionally leaked out, making it detectable to Fang Lin.
Aside from the clan leader, Fang Lin also noticed similar energy in several other elders within the village, though not as potent.
“I’ve co from beyond the mountains to seek the Divine Mountain,” Fang Lin stated plainly.
The mont those words left his mouth, the clan leader’s expression changed dramatically, and the villagers responded with shock, staring at Fang Lin.
Seeing their reactions, Fang Lin calmly asked, “Could it be that you know of the Divine Mountain?”
“Honored guest from afar, there is no Divine Mountain here. I must ask you to leave,” the clan leader said with a dismissive wave.
Fang Lin frowned. “I just want to know about the Divine Mountain—I have no other intentions.”
The clan leader turned his back to Fang Lin, refusing to respond.
“The old clan leader wants you gone!” Three to five burly n surrounded Fang Lin but refrained from being overly aggressive, still wary of the man who had just flown into the air.
Fang Lin watched the clan leader’s retreating figure and sneered, saying, “The carving on the mountain—who left it? Clan leader, do you know?”
The old man froze in his tracks, swiftly turning to face Fang Lin. “What did you say?”
Ignoring him, Fang Lin continued, “Whether it’s you or the other villagers, all of you have a similar energy within—you’ve likely cultivated the sa technique. But where did this technique co from? Was it taught to you?”
The clan leader’s expression grew increasingly complicated. “What else do you know?”
Fang Lin’s deanor remained calm. “That’s all. I hope the clan leader can enlighten : Why does your tribe reside here? Where did the cultivation technique co from? And where is the Divine Mountain?”
Fang Lin posed three successive questions—each closely tied to the mysteries at hand and every one integral to his quest for answers.
The clan leader let out a long sigh and gestured for the crowd to disperse.
“Follow ,” the clan leader said to Fang Lin, then motioned for the two villagers assisting him to lead him deeper into the village.
Fang Lin followed at a steady pace, unconcerned about any potential tricks from the clan leader. With Fang Lin’s strength, he could easily annihilate the entire village if he wished.
After walking for quite so ti, they arrived at the foot of Chicken Neck Mountain. Before them stood an imposing rock wall—solid and towering, with no visible path forward.
The clan leader dismissed the two villagers supporting him and then stretched out his hand, beginning to carve into the wall.
Fang Lin watched closely, astonished to see that the clan leader was evidently skilled in Formation techniques.
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