Confined to one's home at the start, studied for ten years, and became a saint and ancestor.

"By the way, what about the deal you mentioned to me before?"

Upon hearing this question, the old shaman felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Previously, when he saw Lu Feifan, he felt that although he seemed unfathomable, he was actually a sincere and good person.

It's suitable for trading, which is why it cooperates so well.

But never expected.

The other party was just good at hiding it; he was simply blind.

This is a place perfect for freeloading!

The trade was a complete loss!

Unfortunately, he had already said it.

He wouldn't dare challenge such a killer.

The tribe could really be wiped out.

"It's like this, Your Excellency. Some time ago, a black calamity occurred in this area. After it ended, there was a purple lotus bestowed by the gods. I estimate that it has reached at least the Earth Rank level."

"Unfortunately, it has been taken over by a bear demon nearby. The purple lotus is in bloom and will bear fruit in a few days."

The old shaman knew that he, and even the entire tribe, were no match for that bear demon.

He was planning to use this information to make a deal.

These days, he has been considering reliable trading partners.

A decision has not yet been made.

The main reason is that the Da Mu tribe is too weak right now, and he is afraid of letting the wolf into the house.

When I saw Lu Feifan, I could feel the gentlemanly air about him.

He felt that this person was well-read and an excellent trading partner.

Unfortunately, neither my eyes nor my senses were right this time.

How wrong.

"Earth level?!"

And looking at the old shaman's pained expression...

Lu Feifan was certain that the other party was not lying to him.

"Merely a lowly Earthly Rank!"

Lu Feifan shook his head.

He thought there was some big secret.

To put it bluntly, if something of low quality falls on the ground, he might not even bother to pick it up.

He might have too many, and he'll just keep them as collectibles.

Can this thing really be called a treasure?

He shouldn't have had any expectations about the secrets of this small, dilapidated tribe.

It's like a billionaire going out and someone mysteriously telling him a brilliant idea to earn 100,000 a month.

Lu Feifan looked rather uninterested.

The old shaman's mouth dropped open.

This peerless killer is even more ferocious than he imagined!

They don't even care about treasures of the Earth Rank.

What kind of strength and wealth does it take to achieve this?

He didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

Is this what it means to be a strong person?

This is eye-opening!

Lu Feifan enjoyed the warm hospitality of the Damu tribe while reading a book.

This book has a strong religious flavor.

All suffering, including the Black Calamity, is a test from God. Once you pass it, you will receive God's blessings.

Furthermore, all descriptions of the Great Xia Dynasty are demonized.

They are the ones who are always causing trouble for the Great Xia, but in the process of cultural transmission, it is as if the Great Xia is the source of all evil, taking away what should belong to them.

They are righteous, and all their battles are in accordance with God's will to reclaim what belongs to them.

"I am also a citizen of Great Xia!"

"Don't you hate it?!"

Lu Feifan's casual remark startled the old shaman.

The things described in the book would make any Great Xia person angry.

"Your Excellency, please forgive us. These books all come from the Northern Mang Royal Court. We, the Great Mu, are just a small tribe, and we can only follow the will of the Royal Court."

"I personally have no ill will towards the Great Xia Dynasty, and even admire it greatly. I respect the people of the Great Xia Dynasty, especially a learned and wise man like Your Excellency."

Lu Feifan immediately asked for books upon arriving here, and he never left them behind throughout the entire journey. The old shaman felt that he had grasped the key.

The strong person in front of me actually enjoys reading and aspires to become a wise man.

However, he was too talented, too strong, and too bloodthirsty, and abandoned the path of sages.

This was the old shaman's interpretation, which he believed to be entirely correct.

"So, you're very dissatisfied with the Northern Mang Royal Court!"

Lu Feifan chuckled.

Although he disliked flattery, the old shaman's skills were really not high, and he was not on the same level as Li Erlin at all.

Therefore, Lu Feifan was quite indifferent.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

“The Northern Mang royal court is immoral and oppresses and drives small tribes like our Damu.”

"Paying tribute in good years and conscripting soldiers in bad years only made our already difficult living conditions worse!"

“Your Excellency, to be honest, I have collected the classic works of the great Confucian scholars of the Great Xia Dynasty. These are forbidden books that are explicitly prohibited by the Northern Mang Royal Court. If they are caught, our Great Mu tribe will be in danger.”

The old shaman denounced the sins of the Northern Mang royal court, even pulling out a thick ancient book from his person.

The title written on it was "Northern Desert Gazetteer," but after the old shaman opened it, it became clear that it was indeed a classic work by a great Confucian scholar of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Clearly, the old shaman wasn't entirely talking nonsense.

He seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the Northern Mang royal court.

This is not unusual.

Even within the Great Xia Dynasty, which shares a common lineage, numerous families and sects harbored filth and harbored rebellious intentions towards the imperial court.

They're not convinced, or they simply want to go further.

Pure tribal alliances like the Northern Mang Royal Court.

Different tribes, not even belonging to the same clan, would be a miracle if they could be completely united.

Many people must already be filled with resentment.

However, the Northern Mang royal court has dominated the Northern Desert for too long and has been operating for too many years. Many things have become deeply entrenched, and coupled with their abundant harvests and natural disasters, it is even more difficult for them to form a force to resist.

Many tribes within the northern desert region have actually become accustomed to this way of life.

"I'm giving you a chance to spread the ideas of the Great Xia Dynasty and collect various classic works within the Northern Desert. Once you meet certain requirements, you can use this prayer."

"When the time comes, you will receive my reward by reciting my name. If you can raise an army to rebel against the Northern Mang royal court, you will also receive different rewards depending on the progress!"

Looking at the book in his hand, Lu Feifan suddenly had an idea and thought of a more effortless way.

He handed the old shaman a luminous pearl.

The luminous pearl wasn't worth much money, but Lu Feifan had placed a portion of his spiritual power inside it.

This can be used for location.

Once the old shaman is activated, he can take the scriptures he needs from them.

All he needs to give up is some unwanted trash.

Of course, asking him to take action against the Northern Mang Royal Court was purely a bit of Lu Feifan's mischievous whim.

Whether it succeeds or not is not important to Lu Feifan.

He just did it on a whim.

The outcome is not important.

Of course, if the old shaman really leads his small tribe to a counterattack, overthrows the Northern Barbarians, and unifies the Northern Desert, Lu Feifan will also receive his reward.

For him, this was simply the pleasure of manipulating a small script in life.

"Your Excellency, this, this...!"

The old shaman received the luminous pearl with trembling hands.

Reciting his name will elicit a response, or even a reward.

In his worldview, only gods could use such methods.

Just like the Black Disaster.

"Consider this an investment in you!"

Lu Feifan left behind several bottles of pills and ten sets of equipment.

What the future holds for the Damu tribe, how far they can go, and what their fate will be—that is the old shaman's and his tribe's business.