Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 131 - 104: The Roar of the Tiger - You Have Already Died Once for the Yuan Rang Tribe

Dawn broke, and the eternal sun slowly climbed the peaks, casting a splendid brightness.

The summer sun, barely risen, brought a warmth that could be felt immediately.

A large number of corpses were gathered by the Xuan Bird Clan, and they intended to return these remains to the Yuan Rang Tribe.

Chen Qing rode back to his formation, and Yuan Tianfang dismounted, slapped his steed’s hindquarters, and the warhorse ran towards Chen Qing.

Chen Qing mounted the horse and beckoned towards the last warrior of the Yuan Rang Tribe opposite, "Come!"

Previously, there were six left on the other side, but only five riders and a hundred or so people had come forth; now only one remained.

After a night of battle, Chen Qing’s black clothes were slashed and tattered by their spears and swords, yet he bore no injuries.

The last warrior of the Yuan Rang Tribe brandished his sword and charged fearlessly at Chen Qing. Chen Qing knocked the battle sword flying with one stroke and grabbed the opponent, who fell onto his horse.

Taking advantage of the foe’s disorientation, he struck the warrior’s neck with the edge of his palm, knocking him out cold.

Gently tossing him onto the ground, Chen Qing exhaled deeply, breathing in the air tinged with the stench of blood under the morning sun. Continue your journey with novelbuddy

Glancing at the Yuan Rang Tribe warriors all laid out unconscious, Chen Qing waited a few moments before finally ordering, "Take them away."

The warriors of Iron Flow Valley and the Xuanping Clan immediately cheered, "Great victory!"

"Great victory!"

"Great victory!"

Riding back to his camp, Chen Qing sat among the fainted warriors of the Yuan Rang Tribe, waiting for them to come to.

Yuan Tianfang approached Chen Qing and said, "Lord Witch proposes to hold a gathering to distribute the spoils of this battle."

Rising to his feet, Chen Qing followed Yuan Tianfang to Xuan Mang’s central tent and sat in the position reserved for the Xuanping, awaiting Xuan Mang’s arrival.

In a short while, as everyone had assembled, Xuan Mang entered from outside and sat down in the central seat, signaling Shi Xintie to report the casualties.

With a smile, Shi Xintie stood and said, "This time our Xuan Bird Clan has slain seven hundred and thirty-two enemies and captured two hundred and twenty-five."

"We have captured Hu Kui Yuan Wujue and Yuan Feng of the Yuan Rang Tribe!"

"Our side suffered one hundred and twenty-one deaths and two hundred serious injuries."

"It can be said to be a great victory!"

"With such a victory, we can ensure that the Yuan Rang Tribe will not dare to wage war against us for the next thirty years!"

Hearing these words, the nine clan chiefs seated there and Xuan Mang all showed smiles of satisfaction.

Shi Xintie continued, "We have surveyed the spirit stone mine, and though the Taiping Sect and Yuan Rang Tribe have mined quite a bit, the spirit stones extracted by the Yuan Rang Tribe were not removed in time."

"After smelting, there are about three hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones."

"The vein contains an estimated reserve of two million and four hundred thousand spirit stones, which could take about three years to mine."

Xuan Mang laughed heartily; this great victory had drained the Yuan Rang Tribe of the power to raise troops, ensuring thirty years of peace.

"Then let’s distribute it the way we did before; Cold Mountain City takes three-tenths."

"The Xuanping Clan and Iron Flow Valley take three-tenths."

The Xuanping and Xuan Mang, as the masters, naturally obtained the largest share of the benefits.

And Chen Qing, counted as one of the Xuanping, shared in their spoils.

The remainder was left for the other eight clans to haggle over, with the three Foundation Establishment clans taking the lion’s share and the remaining five dividing the lesser portion.

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Even so, they were still quite satisfied, as after all, they hadn’t contributed much to this battle.

Chen Qing had displayed peerless valor; with a single battle, the losses were minimized, and all clans suffered little.

After the distribution of the spirit stone mine was discussed, Xuan Mang said, "For highest battle honors this time, I believe it is Qingxu. As per our previous arrangement, the mining of the spirit stone mine will be left to the Xuanping and Qingxu. Do you have any objections?"

With such a high reserve, mining it would yield high profits; in three years, almost a hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones could be obtained.

Chen Qing stood up and said, "I don’t understand much about mining spirit stone mines, so I’ll leave it alone with the Witch."

"I only want all the prisoners of war, as well as the treasures from the spirit stone mine."

"As for the mining, I am willing to leave it to Cold Mountain City, as well as the Stone Heart Clan, Black Feather Clan and the Yusheng Clan."

Xuan Mang thought that Chen Qing was worried about Xuanping’s injuries and thus offered these terms, wanting the treasures from the spirit stone mine for healing Xuanping.

He felt even more pleased and said, "Well then, that is acceptable!"

Letting them continue to discuss how to mine and how to station troops, Chen Qing went to the prisoners’ camp, splashed a ladle of water to wake Yuan Feng, and pointed to the hundred or so people from Yuan Wujue, "Go back and tell your Lord Witch."

"Send the family members of these people, and I will return all the remaining prisoners."

"I have already sent someone to return all the corpses to your Yuan Rang Tribe; this is my sincerity."

Yuan Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood, "A tiger from Nanli will never submit."

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Whether they will submit, that’s my concern; your task is to go back and inform your Lord Witch of my terms."

Letting Yuan Feng go, Chen Qing and the Xuan Bird Clan started to break camp to return home.

In the depths of the night.

Yuan Wujue awoke from the pain and looked around; the room was filled with wounded soldiers of the Yuan Rang Tribe.

Captured, indeed.

He looked around and saw no one guarding them, seeming to leave them to roam freely.

The aroma of food wafted through the air, intensifying his hunger.

He stepped out of the wooden hut; no one from Iron Flow Valley guarded the door.

He looked around but only saw Chen Qing sitting alone, drinking amidst three rows of lying prisoners in the center of the wooden hut.

He wanted to say something but was daunted by Chen Qing’s might, for what bravery is left to speak of in a defeated general?