Chapter 1453 - 1453 Longbow, What a Huge Pig
1453 Longbow, What a Huge Pig
Han Muye frowned and leaped into the air.
The Golden Crow phantom enveloped his body. His body was among the 30-foot-tall Golden Crows. Propelled by the power of the Golden Crow’s wings, he landed at the foot of Han Mountain 100,000 feet away.
At the foot of the mountain, Han Yunhe led a few young members of the Golden Crow tribe, counting baskets of spirit herbs with a group of outsiders wearing leather robes.
Han Muye transformed into a Golden Crow and descended, causing everyone to turn their heads with the whistling gust of wind.
“How powerful!”
“This is the awakened power of the Golden Crow bloodline!”
A wave of exclamations spread.
Even without displaying elemental spirit power, just the emergence of the Golden Crow’s power made it feel overwhelming.
A black-robed old man standing in front of the square showed a hint of astonishment on his face.
“Haha, Brother Hu, this is our Han Mountain’s young patriarch.”
Han Yunhe laughed heartily, announcing loudly.
“Young Patriarch, this is Elder Hu Qiang from the White-tailed Fox Clan of the Great Journey Mountain, which is thousands of miles away. Their White-tailed Fox Clan does herb business in the vicinity.”
The display of the prestige of their own young patriarch’s made Han Yunhe extremely proud.
Young Patriarch?
Han Mountain actually had such a powerhouse!
Hu Qiang, who was no more than six feet tall and had a thin face and a small beard, rolled his eyes and walked forward with a smile. “Young Patriarch, you’re indeed a heroic young man.”
Han Muye nodded and cupped his hands. “Han Muye greets Elder Hu Qiang.”
The White-tailed Fox Clan was considered a group with a good relationship with the Han Mountain Clan.
The main reason was that the bloodline power of the Great Mud Mountain White-tailed Fox Clan was not very strong. There were not many experts in the clan. They relied on trade with various tribes to obtain some powerful weapons, allowing the clan to stand in the Great Desolate.
The fox clan was adept at calculation and had always had good relations with various clans.
Back then, when the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan was strong, the Great Mud Mountain White-tailed Fox fawned over them. Many years had passed, and with the decline of the Han Mountain Clan, there was no obvious estrangement from the White-tailed Fox Clan.
In Han Muye’s view, the white-tailed fox race had earned a lot of benefits by using the Golden Crow race’s medicinal fields.
However, compared to the surrounding clans that blatantly plundered and oppressed, the White-tailed Fox Clan was considered good.
Han Chaohu and the others returned, relieved to see that it was the White-tailed Fox Clan.
The current Golden Crow Han Shan’s forces were too weak and did not dare to make any mistakes.
Han Chaohu and the others chatted with Hu Qiang for a while.
A total of 10 baskets of spirit herbs had been planted on behalf of the White-tailed Fox Clan by the Han Mountain Clan.
“These are the exchange materials we brought. You can pick a few as you see fit.”
Hu Qiang waved his hand, letting the strong man behind him open a large wooden box.
In the wooden box, there were several shiny spear tips, some golden-red ores that had been refined, ready to be forged, some pill pellets, and a vine wood shield.
There were also some pills and a vine shield.
The burly man pulled out the drawer on the lower floor of the wooden box. There were all kinds of spirit herbs seeds inside.
“The spiritual herbs this time can be exchanged for a cold iron spear tip made by the Green Deer Race and a few other treasures.”
Hu Qiang pointed to the things in the wooden box and asked with a smile.
The medicinal field could only be exchanged for a spear tip for decades. This kind of deal was extremely unfair.
However, there was no choice. Very few ordinary tribes could master the art of forging, nor did they have the means to smelt ores.
Han Zhaohu and the others looked at each other.
In the past, a spear tip could increase the combat strength of the clan greatly.
But now, with the eight long wooden swords gifted by the young patriarch, they temporarily didn’t need this spear tip.
On the other hand, Han Yunhe’s injuries were more difficult to heal. He could use a healing pill.
“Young Patriarch, what do you think?” Han Chaohu turned to look at Han Muye.
Now that the young patriarch was here, he naturally had to let him make the decision.
Hu Qiang also looked at Han Muye with a smile.
He also wanted to curry favor with the young patriarch of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan who had awakened the Golden Crow bloodline.
It was fine even if he suffered a loss in today’s transactions.
“I want those two pieces of Flamefire Essence Iron.”
Han Muye pointed to the two ores in the wooden box.
Hu Qiang nodded and took out the ores.
Flamefire Essence Iron was not a particularly precious spirit material in the Great Desolate, but it needed to be refined to extract it.
The two ores were not small and heavy to the touch.
“Young Patriarch Han, what else do you want to exchange for?”
As Hu Qiang spoke, his gaze turned to Han Yunhe.
His meaning was clear—to add a healing pill.
Originally, these spirit herbs in exchange for two ores were just right, but Hu Qiang wanted to ingratiate himself and was willing to take a loss, so he would give an extra healing pill.
Han Chaohu and the others were also a little moved.
Indeed, with their young patriarch awakening the Golden Crow bloodline, people from the White-tailed Fox Clan were looking at the Han Mountain tribe with higher regard.
The revival of their own clan was not far away!
“Alright, let’s choose one more thing.”
Han Muye pointed to the drawer under the wooden box, saying, “Give me some Crow-Origin Grass, Three-Gold Hundred-Grid Flower, and seeds of the Azure Blood Jade Ganoderma.”
Spirit herb seeds?
Not healing pills?
Hu Qiang was stunned.
Han Chaohu and the people around him were a little dazed.
On the other hand, Han Yunhe said frankly, “Young Patriarch made a good choice. With more spirit herb seeds, we can increase our production in the future.”
He was telling the truth.
Moreover, Han Muye’s choice was not wrong.
With Han Muye sitting here, Han Yunhe didn’t need to take action. His injuries would slowly heal. In 10 or 20 years, he would be able to recover completely.
However, his young patriarch’s choice was indeed too utilitarian.
Hu Qiang looked up at Han Muye and chuckled, then handed over several packages of spiritual herbs seeds.
“Elder Hu, if you have Three-Spirit Flowers, Jade Marrow, and Golden Kindness Chrysanthemum roots, you can bring them to Han Mountain for trading.”
After taking the spirit herb seeds, Han Muye spoke up.