In his previous life, he had already stood at the pinnacle of the world. But judging from the inherited memories, the powerhouses here could overturn the heavens and the earth, possessing unimaginably terrifying strength.

Brian Carter had never seen it with his own eyes, so it was hard to believe such power truly existed.

He looked at the busy Old Reed, and his eyes lit up. The old man had lived so long—even if he hadn’t seen it himself, he must have heard plenty.

The aroma of freshly baked wheat cakes, large chunks of braised meat, bright red chili peppers, and rich millet porridge.

Breakfast was nothing short of sumptuous, and Brian Carter ate with exceptional satisfaction.

“Old Reed, I heard that high-level martial artists can fly and burrow through the earth. Have you ever seen that?”

After eating and drinking his fill, Brian Carter picked his teeth with a blade of grass, chatting leisurely with Old Reed.

“For the strong, flying and burrowing aren’t difficult. Some of the barbarian tribes are born able to fly. I once saw a beautiful woman from the Crane Tribe, flapping her white wings as she soared through the sky—she was truly, breathtakingly beautiful!”

Old Reed thought for a moment, but couldn’t come up with the right words, so he gestured with his hands and made an exaggerated expression, as if only this could convey the woman’s beauty.

“Crane Tribe, a beauty?”

Brian Carter was a bit stunned, thinking to himself, “What the heck is that?”

Chapter 8: Divinity in the Fist

“Hahaha…”

Old Reed laughed triumphantly.

He had suffered many setbacks at Brian Carter’s hands, and had developed a certain respect for this young man. Seeing Brian Carter’s surprised expression gave Old Reed a sense of satisfaction.

“The Crane Tribe has always produced beauties. Back then, Crane Wushuang was hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world. But the Crane Tribe’s population is sparse and extremely rare. Being able to see a Crane Tribe beauty at Black Dragon Ridge is the proudest moment of my life…”

Talking about Crane Tribe beauties, Old Reed was animated and full of pride.

After listening to Old Reed for a while, Brian Carter still found it hard to imagine what a Crane Tribe woman with white wings would look like.

“The Crane Tribe is elegant, the Swallow Tribe delicate, the Fox Tribe enchanting, and the Cat Tribe adorable—these four barbarian tribes are recognized as the ones that produce the most beauties.”

Old Reed shook his head and recounted tales and legends of barbarian beauties. “Other tribes have beauties too. For example, the Rabbit Tribe—white rabbit women are the most famous courtesans in the world. They travel everywhere, making a living by selling themselves…”

Old Reed looked regretful and said, “It’s a pity, I’ve been stuck in this remote mountain all my life and never seen the world!”

Brian Carter wasn’t very interested in the beauties of various tribes, but the wealth of information in Old Reed’s words left him a bit dizzy.

This world was far more complicated than he had imagined.

“If there’s a chance, I’ll take you out for a spin. Maybe you’ll run into a Crane Tribe beauty.”

Brian Carter refused flatly, “Not interested.”

In the darkness, Old Reed’s eyes rolled as he said, “The Great Wilderness mountains aren’t just home to beautiful barbarian women—there are all kinds of spiritual herbs and divine fruits. If you’re lucky enough to eat one, you’ll instantly gain great power.”

“Heh…” Brian Carter laughed. “If it were that easy, why don’t you go look for them?”

Old Reed was at a loss for words, then said, “Those things are hard to find. It’s more practical to hunt demonic beasts. The flesh and blood of demonic beasts are great tonics. Even the lowest-level Iron-Spined Boar is a hundred times better than a domesticated pig.”

Brian Carter was intrigued. He vaguely remembered that the flesh and blood of demonic beasts were indeed great tonics. This was exactly what he needed.

“Actually, eating the flesh isn’t the main thing—the biggest benefit is that when you kill a demonic beast, you can absorb some of its power. That’s why the strong only get stronger!”

Old Reed sighed, “Unfortunately, the Wolf Tribe has blocked the road into the mountains, and our tribe hasn’t gone hunting in a long time.”

“What kinds of demonic beasts are in the mountains?” Brian Carter asked.

“There are plenty—Iron-Haired Boars, Grey-Backed Wolves, Fire-Eyed Monkeys…”

Old Reed was quite knowledgeable and listed the demonic beasts as if reciting a family heirloom. But he was old, and as he spoke, he started to snore.

Brian Carter, however, couldn’t sleep. He lay awake, calculating his next move. If he wanted to survive the second stage of the titanium-alloy fusion, hunting demonic beasts in the mountains seemed like a good path.

Old Reed wanted to learn Tai Chi, and his attitude toward Brian Carter was getting better and better.

After three days, Old Reed and Brian Carter had practically become good friends. Of course, he had also learned Tai Chi from start to finish.

However, Old Reed could never grasp the essence of Tai Chi.

It wasn’t that Brian Carter was holding back; it was mainly because Old Reed was too old, illiterate, and had a very simple understanding of the world.

He couldn’t comprehend the artistic conception of Tai Chi on a spiritual level, nor could his body sense the subtle force of Tai Chi.

On the fourth morning at Old Reed’s house, after breakfast, Brian Carter continued practicing Tai Chi.

After more than twenty years of practicing Tai Chi, it had become deeply ingrained in his soul.

Even in a young body, Brian Carter quickly found the feeling again—that sensation etched deep within his soul.

After four days of intense training, Brian Carter had eaten over a hundred jin of meat.

It wasn’t enough to change his physique, but his skin had become noticeably more lustrous. Internally, his body had undergone earth-shattering changes.

The foreign soul and body had now blended seamlessly, with no more issues at all.

The coordination between body and soul also allowed Brian Carter to gradually find his rhythm.