Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 141 - 117: Never Lacking a "Seat"_3

Wu Hen’s total combat power had always been himself plus Little Yi.

If Wu Hen cultivated the Holy Infant into the Holy Child, and if Little Yi evolved from the Broken Sword into the Mythical Thunder Crossing Sword, he could even directly crush figures like the Purple Robed Master!!

"Let’s work hard together. If we go solo, we must dominate Desert Dust Heavenly Light, let alone when we unite as man and sword!"

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Upon seeing the Red Snow Mountain, Wu Hen knew he was close to the Ancient Village.

Shouldering the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng, Wu Hen returned to the village one night.

Inside the village, the bonfire could be seen from afar, the place was brightly lit...

This made Wu Hen feel deeply moved.

It was like a man coming home late, yet finding someone had left a light on for him.

The Ancient Clan in the village were truly the most warm-hearted and sincere people, always lighting a bonfire to guide him home.

Entering the village, Wu Hen smelled the aroma of meat and the fragrance of alcohol.

Everyone was still awake this late?

Sad events called for feasts.

Even if there was no reason to feast, if they found one, they would feast more!

Clay sculptures decorated with pink and white flowers sat in the center.

Below the clay sculptures were several plates of meat, a few jugs of wine, and a few plates of fruits, which children tried to take but were sternly scolded by adults.

The neatly seated Ancient Clan villagers each had a smile that said "feasting is a blessing." This wasn’t a mourning ceremony; it was clearly a party!

"Look, who’s that black boy standing there carrying a bird? Come over and join us!" An elder from the village finally noticed someone standing there, brimming with the aura of a newly descended Demon God.

"This is the Tai Peng, I hunted it." Wu Hen, like a demon, heavily threw the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng onto the ground, making the neatly arranged bowls and chopsticks fall to the ground.

Upon hearing Wu Hen’s voice...

the entire village gasped in shock!

But their hands didn’t stop reaching for food.

"Oh my, we had the Prophet calculate and knew you’d return triumphantly tonight. Look, we’ve been waiting for you to feast! Hurry and sit down, hurry and eat!" Chongli Mountain, seeing the awkward atmosphere, immediately walked up and laughed, speaking to Wu Hen.

The elders, adults, and women of the village nodded one after another, and some clever young villagers quickly kicked away the white flowers, removed those plates of tribute, replaced them with more vibrant baskets of flowers, and hung up festive ribbons...