At this moment, Ryan Ling felt utterly hopeless—his heart was practically frozen. It was almost enough to break him. Although the Primeval Heavenwood seemed to have no effect, Ryan, desperate, suddenly noticed that the female chieftain’s chest was slowly shrinking. This meant her chest pain was finally easing.
Wait, everyone, just let me say one thing—" Ryan Ling hurriedly tried to speak, but before he could finish, someone cut him off.
Say what? Hold him down right now! I’ll chop his damn head off myself. There’s not a single man on earth you can trust!
Ryan Ling was speechless. No need to guess—this middle-aged woman must’ve been hurt by some man before. Otherwise, she wouldn’t hate men so much.
Damn it, can you let me finish talking? Are you blind? Can’t you see your chieftain’s chest is already smaller?" Ryan Ling yelled in desperation. The words worked—suddenly, a bunch of women looked at the chieftain, and several surprised voices rang out.
He’s right—the chieftain’s chest really is smaller. And even though she looked in agony just now, her face is way calmer now!
No kidding, it’s way better than before—and her complexion looks good too.
Looks like this kid actually knows what he’s doing!
...
Hearing all this, Ryan Ling finally relaxed. He’d been on edge, but now, no doubt—his little life was safe, at least for now.
Uh... Water, water..." At that moment, the female chieftain couldn’t help but speak.
As soon as she spoke, the women serving nearby cried out, "Great! She’s awake! This is amazing!"
In an instant, a crowd of women surrounded the chieftain—even the proud middle-aged woman was smiling. Ryan Ling was tossed aside and ignored by everyone!
But for Ryan Ling, this was actually a good thing—at least his life was safe, and now he was the chieftain’s savior. That meant he could finally get a foothold in this tiny primitive tribe!
Ryan Ling knew this place was the most remote corner of the Immortal World—basically a wild backwater. Most of the women here were Heavenly Immortals, though at pretty high sub-stages. The strongest, aside from the middle-aged woman (the tribe’s high priestess, at peak Divine Immortal), was the female chieftain herself, who was only at early Profound Immortal.
To Ryan Ling, these people were just small fry—nothing special. The real problem was his own weak state. He had to hurry up and cultivate, because this world was just as cutthroat as the Demonic World. Only strength mattered!
Cultivation!" Ryan Ling took a deep breath. With no one paying attention to him, this was the perfect chance to start over. The Immortal World’s energy was way denser than anywhere else, and since he’d once reached half-step Da Luo Golden Immortal, starting from scratch was way easier for him than for normal people.
After about half a day, just by absorbing the Immortal World’s energy, Ryan Ling climbed from early Heavenly Immortal to mid-stage Heavenly Immortal. For any cultivator, that speed was insane. If he kept going, he could hit Divine Immortal in a month!
Even at that speed, Ryan Ling felt it was too slow. To reach his old half-step Da Luo Golden Immortal strength, he’d need at least a year or more.
A year or more? He’d be dead long before then—someone would definitely catch him. So Ryan Ling needed a shortcut. That shortcut was the mysterious power that helped him ascend: it came from some part of his body, like that finger, only way stronger!
Ryan Ling figured that landing in this primitive tribe had to be the Immortal World Big Shot’s doing. There were two reasons: first, it kept him safe for now—this place was so remote, real powerhouses would never come here. Second, something important had to be hidden nearby—something that could help his cultivation, probably a part of his original body, maybe even bigger than that finger!
Soon enough, time passed and night slowly fell.
The women around Ryan Ling were way nicer now—they brought him tons of food. After the whole ascension ordeal and getting captured, he hadn’t eaten a thing, so he wolfed down everything and was just about ready to crash and recover his strength.
But just as he lay down, the middle-aged woman’s voice rang out: 'Kid, don’t sleep yet—the chieftain wants to see you!'
It’s so late, the chieftain should be resting—how about tomorrow instead?" Ryan Ling blurted out.
Tomorrow? Stop stalling and get moving!" The middle-aged woman snapped, her voice just as fierce as ever.
Ryan Ling was helpless—he was still too weak, and the middle-aged woman could probably kill him with one hand. So he had no choice but to follow her out.
The moment he stepped out of his little room, Ryan Ling was stunned: the whole cave was decked out for a celebration, lanterns everywhere, festive decorations all around. At first he thought they were celebrating the chieftain’s recovery—until a bunch of old women suddenly crowded around and started changing his clothes in public!
Ladies, aunties, isn’t this a bit much..." Ryan Ling quickly tried to cover himself.
What’s the problem? Hurry up and strip!" The old women didn’t care at all—they had him changed in no time. Ryan Ling was left speechless: he was now dressed in full groom’s attire.
Hey, what’s with all this? Can you not mess around?" Ryan Ling shouted. Was this tribe really going to force a marriage?
Who’s messing around? You’re just lucky, kid! Our chieftain is healed, and she promised to marry whoever saved her. So you’re our consort now. Happy?" The middle-aged woman grinned.
H-happy!" Ryan Ling nearly spat blood. What the hell was this? Sure, the chieftain was pretty, but getting married right now was way too sudden.
Enough—get into the bridal chamber! The chieftain’s waiting for you inside, so hurry up!" The middle-aged woman was impatient, practically pushing Ryan Ling along. He wanted to protest: Right now? Was the chieftain even ready for this?
There was no chance to argue. Ryan Ling was basically bundled up and sent straight into the chieftain’s huge bedroom. The place was decked out for a wedding—lanterns everywhere, eight maids in attendance, and a veiled bride sitting on the bed in the middle.
The groom is here!" The eight maids shouted as Ryan Ling walked in.
As soon as they said that, the bride on the bed smiled—a smile that was especially enchanting.
Ryan Ling was at a loss—there was no way he could resist right now.
All right, everyone out—don’t disturb our private time!" The chieftain’s voice rang out. The maids giggled and left, and as the middle-aged woman left, she patted Ryan Ling on the shoulder and whispered with a smile, "Remember, make sure you serve our chieftain well. You know what I mean!"