My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 60: Feathered Tribe

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the Southern Ridge, within the Iron Beast Mountain.

“Those two from the Feathered Tribe are just ahead. You go around from that side and encircle them, don’t let them escape!”

In the forest, a tall and imposing demon barbarian commanded.

His upper body was bare, skin reddish, with a strong and formidable build. His chest, shoulders, and back were adorned with totemic patterns, exuding a raw and untamed aura.

The demon barbarians were neither human nor demonic beasts.

The demon barbarians were indigenous to the region of the Southern Ridge. In that same region, races races such as the Feathered, Furred, and Scaled tribes. Among these, the Barbarian Tribe was the most powerful and barbarically ferocious.

Central continent cultivators derogatorily referred to them as the “demon barbarians, ” which greatly offended the demonic races who felt insulted by the association.

Following the tall barbarian’s command, dozens of his tribesmen leaped and dashed through the forest at incredible speeds, leaving afterimages in the air.

“Sister, you… You go on ahead… I… I can’t hold on much longer…”

Among the trees, two female figures stumbled and ran unsteadily.

Both women were tall and beautiful. One appeared older, while the other seemed younger and more youthful.

They both had a pair of pristine white wings on their backs, identifying them as members of the Feathered Tribe mentioned bv the barbarian leader.

However, at that moment, both of their wings were stained with blood, indicating injuries.

“If we’re going, we’ll go together…”

The older Feathered Tribe woman gritted her teeth, holding onto the wrist of the woman beside her.

“Sister, listen to me…”

The younger one, with an innocent face, shook her head. “You’re less injured than I am. With me… you won’t be able to escape…”

She coughed a few times, “We’re not just women of the Feathered Tribe; we are warriors of our people… This time, the demonic races and barbarians have allied. Our tribe is in danger. This news must be sent back at all costs…”

Hearing this, the older Feathered Tribe woman’s eyes reddened, but their dire situation left no room for hesitation.

The younger woman’s gaze was resolute as she pried open the hand holding her wrist.

“I’ll hold them off… Sister, run!”

With determination, the elder Feathered Tribe woman took off, her blood-stained wings unfolding behind her as she soared into the sky.

The wings of the Feathered Tribe were not merely for show. They possessed incredible speed, allowing them to navigate effortlessly through the complex terrain of the Southern Ridge.

“I must return to my tribe immediately to relay the message…”

The Feathered Tribe woman focused solely on this thought as she strained to fly. However, an unexpected change occurred.

A massive stone plummeted from the sky, hurtling towards her. She tried desperately to dodge, but her injuries slowed her down, and the rock grazed her, causing her to fall from the sky.

“Think you can escape? Not so easy!”

A rough laugh echoed as a lean barbarian leaped down from a mountaintop. He grabbed the Feathered Tribe woman by her hair and lifted her up.

Behind this barbarian followed a dozen others, appearing to be his subordinates.

The burly barbarian who had previously pursued the Feathered sisters also arrived with his group. By his side, his men had captured the younger sister, restraining her.

The lean barbarian spoke.

“Anan, you’ve captured the sister, and I’ve got the older one. Seems we’re evenly matched this time.”

The barbarian called Anan nodded, laughing.

“If it weren’t for the priest’s order to bring them back alive, fearing they might die from the ordeal, we could have released them and hunted them down again. ”

The lean barbarian laughed heartily, about to add more, when suddenly a fishing line descended from the sky, entwining the Feathered sisters and pulling them up.

While the Feathered sisters were fleeing for their lives, Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu were piloting a large flying boat above the mountains of the Southern Ridge.

The Southern Ridge was known for its mountainous forests and heavy mist. Lu Xuan stepped out from the cabin onto the deck of the flying boat, looking into the distance.

He then saw a humanoid figure trying to fly but was struck down by a large rock.

Observing the scene of the barbarians chasing the Feathered Tribe, Lu Xuan found it odd.

The area he was currently in should be under the jurisdiction of the Thousand Saint Mountain.

Given the attitude of the demonic races towards the barbarians, how could there be a group of barbarians here, and so blatantly capturing people?

So, he fished the two Feathered sisters aboard to understand the situation better.

Lu Xuan reeled in the fishing line.

A flash of white light illuminated.

The two Feathered sisters appeared on the deck, looking bewildered.

Who are you? Where am I? What just happened?

Bathed in this golden light, the Feathered Tribe sisters immediately felt a sense of peace and solace. Their previously tense spirits were soothed, and their minds gradually calmed down.

“Relax, you’re safe now.”

Lu Xuan spoke, pulling Cheng Lingzhu closer.

“We are passing cultivators of the human race who saw you being chased by the demon barbarians, so we took the initiative to bring you aboard.”

“Thank you… Fellow cultivator.”

The older Feathered Tribe woman stepped forward to express her gratitude.

The other party claimed to be human cultivators and used the language of the Great Yan Dynasty of the Southern Ridge.

Knowing that cultivators in that region addressed each other as ‘fellow cultivators,’ she chose to use the same term.

With many races in the Southern Ridge, naturally, there were also many languages. Cultivators living in the area usually mastered multiple languages for easier communication.

Through their conversation, Lu Xuan learned about their situation. These two were warriors from a nearby Feathered Tribe village, the elder named Yu Qing and the younger Yu Bai.

While patrolling their territory, they discovered traces of barbarian activity.

Following the trail, they were shocked to find a new Barbarian Tribe in Iron Beast Mountain, numbering over twenty thousand.

This discovery was alarming to Yu Qing and Yu Bai, as this area was not a territory of the barbarians but under the jurisdiction of a demonic race power, the Thousand Saints Mountain.

For countless years, only the Feathered Tribe and the demonic race power Pan Jiang Country had resided near Iron Beast Mountain. The sudden appearance of a barbarian tribe was indeed unusual.

Thus, Yu Qing and Yu Bai risked infiltrating the barbarian tribe, only to discover that Pan Jiang Country had formed an alliance with the barbarians.

They had intended to hurry back to their tribe but were accidentally spotted, leading to their pursuit by the barbarians.

After hearing their story, Lu Xuan’s expression turned contemplative.

The Southern Ridge, with its multitude of races and powers, was a complex and interwoven region.

Generally, it was a tripartite balance of power.

The demonic race Thousand Saints Mountain, the human Great Yan Dynasty, and the Twelve Barbarian Tribes each divided the Southern Ridge into their respective territories.

The remaining hundred tribes, if united, could also form a significant force capable of standing against the three major powers.

However, these hundred tribes each governed independently, with complex relationships and numerous feuds among them. Forming an alliance was almost an impossibility.

Lu Xuan doubted that the Thousand Saints Mountain would ally with the barbarians, but its subordinate powers, like Pan Jiang Country, might harbor their own ambitions.

Thus, he decided to visit this group of barbarians..

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