Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Feng Yimo rubbed his beard with his hand. There were eight Storage Bags filled with food inside. He had planned to give them to the High Priest tonight, but who would have thought that he would be sold? Although he didn't know whether he did it on purpose or not, he still felt uncomfortable deep down. It seemed that good people couldn't be done casually. If everything went well tonight and nothing unexpected happened, it would be fine. If the greedy snow people were greedy for him, he wouldn't mind killing a few more people.    

    

...    

    

Night fell and the stars shone brightly. A bright moon hung high in the night sky, scattering silver rays. The entire Peiyan Tribe became lively. The snow people prepared food and bonfires, and people came and went.    

    

The Wuhee Tribe was located in a flat area in the southwest corner of the Peiyan Tribe. There were more than a dozen newly built wooden houses there. Clearly, High Priest Yuan Kang had made new preparations after learning that the Wuhee Tribe was coming to seek refuge.    

    

When they saw the moon, the 32 people of the Wuhee Tribe paid their respects to the moon under the lead of High Priest Qi Ke. They thanked the Moon Goddess for her protection and safely arrived at the Peiyan Tribe.    

    

Ura opened his big, confused eyes and asked his father in a low voice. "Father, didn't Big Brother protect us all the way here? Why does Grandfather need to thank the Moon God?"    

    

"Ura, you're still young and don't understand. Lord Feng Yimo is the messenger sent by the Moon God. We naturally have to thank the Moon God!" Wu Pengyue stroked her son's head and explained.    

    

Ura did not understand. He thought about it seriously and said, "So big brother represents the Moon God?"    

    

"Yes!"    

    

...    

    

A faint shadow passed through the shadows of the wooden houses and trees and headed towards the highest wooden house in Peiyan Tribe. That was the residence of the high priest of Peiyan Tribe, Yuan Kang. It was also the place for important meetings and decisions.    

    

At this moment, the wooden house was surrounded by snowmen warriors. They held weapons and were on high alert. No one was allowed to approach it. The shadow quietly bypassed the Snowman Warriors and entered the house.    

    

Inside the house, the High Priest of the entire tribe, Yuan Kang, and the other Priests of the affiliated tribes sat in a circle with serious expressions on their faces. There were a total of seven people, and the High Priest Yuan Kang had a serious expression on his face. He said slowly, "Today, I have something important to discuss with everyone. The Wuhee Tribe was ambushed by the snow wolves. There were only 32 people left in the entire family. It is understandable for them to take them in. After all, they are all from the Snowman Clan. Unexpectedly, they were all equipped with excellent weapons. According to Chico, all the weapons were refined by that human cultivator. Therefore, I asked Chico to discuss with that human cultivator and ask him to forge weapons for our Peiyan Tribe. Who would have thought that he would want a reward? "Everyone, tell me, what should we do?"    

    

Hmph, you really don't know what's good for you. We made him refine weapons because we thought highly of him, and he actually dared to raise conditions. He's too arrogant! " The muscular man sitting in the left hand of Yuan Kang shouted loudly. He was the priest of the Jifeng Tribe, affiliated to Peiyan Tribe. He usually followed Yuan Kang's lead and echoed his words.    

    

He was sitting opposite of Yuan Kang. Sitting opposite of Yuan Kang was a middle-aged snowman. Hearing his words, she frowned and said, "He is a cultivator. Originally, he should pay the price for asking him to refine a weapon. This is a matter of course. Not to mention, he had saved the Wuhee Tribe's people, so he should properly thank them. According to my intentions, we should have a good talk with this person and see what kind of remuneration he needs. We can discuss it properly! "    

    

"Priest Snow's words don't sound pleasant to the ears. Human cultivators have thousands of years of hatred with our Snowman Clan. Originally, the entire snowfield belongs to our Snowman Clan. Now, for the sake of survival, our Snowman Clan is hiding in the most bitter and cold region. We have suffered all kinds of torment. All of this is thanks to their human cultivators! " In my opinion, capture this person, cut open his stomach and sacrifice him to our ancestors! "    

    

This person's name was Gu Wu. He was a priest of the Peiyan Tribe. He roared with a ferocious expression. His eyes were wide open and he gnashed his teeth in anger. He really wanted to immediately swallow Feng Yimo!    

    

"That's not right! If he killed this man now, it would surely arouse the disgust of the Wuhee Tribe. After all, that man was their savior! Moreover, this man can actually tame Wolf King. If he attracts Wolf King here, we will definitely suffer heavy casualties!" Another priest said.    

    

Yuan Kang nodded," What Peng Hu said makes sense. You don't have to consider the feelings of the Wuhee Tribe. However, we can't underestimate that man. Moreover, the number of weapons we need isn't something that can be completed in a day or two. With high-quality weapons, not only can it increase the combat strength of soldiers, it can also prepare to overthrow the oppression of human cultivators in the future! "The ancestors can't do anything, we should carry on with our will and complete it!"    

    

"Right! We must fight for it!" The eyes of the priests flickered with excitement. Even the female priests were excited. To rule the entire North Boundary Field was the long-cherished wish of the Snowman Clan!    

    

"Therefore, we need this man to forge weapons for us! "We need living people, not dead people! We must think of a perfect plan to capture this person alive!" Yuan Kang said firmly.    

    

"He is a cultivator, and it is said that his magic is very powerful. How can we let him take him down without any resistance?" The priest called Peng Hu said.    

    

"As a cultivator, magic power is the most important. If we find a way to make him unable to use magic techniques, then this person will be at our mercy." Yuan Kang said with a serious expression.    

    

"The High Priest means... the Ancestral Land?" Kuang Ping's expression turned serious as he asked.    

    

Yuan Kang nodded his head heavily. "It's the ancestral land!"    

    

The priests all fell silent. "Is it worth opening the ancestral land for a human cultivator?" The snow priest asked softly.    

    

"Hehe, of course it's worth it! In the ancestral land, not only are there Snowman elites, but there are also talented Heaven Masters. I want to drain this person of all of his magic, so that our Heaven Masters can master more human magic, and cultivate better than humans! Thousands of years ago, our ancestors suffered a loss in magic, but now, we have to take this as a warning, take advantage of our strengths, and make up for our shortcomings. We can't repeat the same mistakes! "Since this person's magic is powerful, let him teach all of his magic to our Heaven Masters!"    

    

After hearing Yuan Kang's words, all the Oracles were stunned and came to a sudden realization. So the High Priest's intention was not to be small, but to increase the strength of the Snowman Heavenly Master!    

    

The Heavenly Master was the name for the people of the Snow Clan who practiced cultivation techniques and magic techniques. The battle between humans and the Snow Clan three thousand years ago lasted for several decades, causing the Snow Clan's Heavenly Master to be completely wiped out. Moreover, it was forbidden for anyone to learn magic techniques!    

    

Feng Yimo, who was hiding in the shadows, sneered in his heart. These Snowmen's schemes were not small. Since they had already schemed against him, they would definitely not let them off lightly.    

    

The reason why these Snowmen didn't put him in their eyes was probably because they didn't know much about cultivators, and thought that they could deal with any kind of cultivator.    

    

Seeing that they had started to talk about something else, Feng Yimo quietly left and returned to his wooden house.    

    

Not long after, High Priest Chico came to invite him, saying that the welcome party was about to start and invited him to take a seat.    

    

Feng Yimo smiled and followed them out. He sat in the area of Wuhee Tribe. The other affiliated tribes also participated in the banquet. The number of people here was much higher than Wuhee Tribe, making it seem like there were fewer people here.