Warren returned home at around ten in the morning.Minerva removed his outer garments, then the peglegs and cleaned his wounds.“Didn’t you say you were going to cut the wood from the mountain range?” she asked. “Why did you decide to buy wood from the Crimson Oak clan? Do you think it’s too risky to go to the mountain range?”“No, it’s too risky to use the spatial rings now,” Warren said.He didn’t need to say much.If their clan were to bring so much quality wood to the silverfist river in a short time, it would automatically raise questions.This would give an opportunity for the roseclaw clan, flowerhigh clan and woodwork clan. They would have the martial alliance get involved.Many fifth-grade clans perished over the past century just for violating the rule of ‘the spatial ring.’“It’s only going to get tougher from now on,” Warren added. “The only way our clan can survive is by improving ourselves. I need to step into the veteran realm, and I’ll push the elders to follow my lead

At the Roseclaw clan.Even though it was afternoon, Samuel finished drinking the fourth jar of rum, and then he smashed the wooden jar on the floor.Nobody in the inn complained because of his father’s loss.Elder Weinz was not only the second strongest person in the clan. He was also the one who taught Patriarch Gordon how to fight.How could such a person lose in a fight?This was very hard to believe let alone digest for the Roseclaw members.Just then, one scout entered the inn and said, “Latest news. The Crimson Oak clan declined the Fist clan’s request for wood.”A second of silence passed.And then everyone started laughing.“Serves them right!”“They wanted to build a bridge over the river?! They are never gonna be able to do it in their lifetime!”“Hahaha!”Samuel walked out of the inn and went to meet the patriarch.Gordon was talking with the guards. “If I catch anyone slacking, the punishment will be severe.”After the guards left, Samuel sat down on an artful chair made o

Though the fist clan had tried to keep things hidden, in just two days, the other clans found out about what they were up to.“They’re building a tunnel beneath the river?” The patriarch of Crimson Oak crunched on fruit cookies. He was a tall, fat guy who always had plates stacked with food around him. “How are they doing that? Did they hire an expert mason from another clan?”“They are good with stone cutting, and it seems they’re building it on their own, Patriarch Russell.”“Hahaha, those stingy bastards,” Russell stopped eating. “How can they dig a tunnel without taking permission from the Seven Valley clans? What will they do if they make a mess and the river’s course gets messed up? Send this news to the woodwork clan immediately. Send a letter to the martial alliance as well. We will not let them finish their tunnel!”“Yes, Patriarch.”At the Roseclaw clan.“A tunnel, you say?” Gordon frowned. “Hahaha, let them build a tunnel. If we send a herd of buffaloes from the north, all

“My turn?” Alysse smiled through the pain. “You thought you could defeat my master with your measly attacks?”“Mm?” Dory turned and looked outside.Joss was still on his feet, and he seemed just fine.“Please fight outside,” the innkeeper Daniel requested.“I was going to leave anyway,” Dory walked out of the inn. His gaze was fixed on Joss. “For a low-level dog of the martial association, you are not complete trash.”“This low-level dog is more than enough to handle a dry-ass bastard like you!” Joss unsheathed his own sword, which had more lustre than Alysse’s. He lunged ahead and thrust his sword in three different spots, seemingly at the same time. “Three Point Thrust!”Dory managed to block all three attacks with the clawing hands, trying to deflect the attacks, but he couldn’t touch the sword.“They’re all feints, fucker!” Joss’ sword pierced through Dory’s ribcage and came out from behind. “Do you know of the Three Inch Cut?”Joss uttered, widening Dory’s eyes.With a twist of w

Alysse continued watching many more members duel Lexar.And she began to notice one thing.“Not one of them has used a sword or any other weapon,” she muttered under her breath. “I understand that there are times when you lose your weapon and have to directly fight with your hands and feet, but still, practicing with your hands and feet is too dangerous. Why are these people fine? Is it because they’re soul cultivators?”Alysse noted a few things down in her notebook.One of the kids approached her and said, “Who are you?”“I’m just a passerby,” she replied.The kid noticed the ring on her finger and said, “Will you play Mud Circle with us?”“Mud Circle?”“Come. I’ll show you,” the kid took her to a nearby spot under a big tree, where there was a muddy ground in the shape of a circle.The circle had a diameter of about five meters.There were children running from one way to another.“Is this a game?” Alysse asked.“Yes. Every round, many people can participate,” one of the kids repli