The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 103 - 49: A Thousand Years of the Human Clan (Part 1)

Li Qingming stood stunned for a while, then turned to Houtu and said, "Sister, I still need to settle these millions of humans and have no time to accompany you any longer!"

Houtu smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes turning into crescents, and said, "Brother, please feel free to do as you wish. Such a great event has occurred, and I need to return to the Ancestral Witch Hall to discuss the details with our brothers!"

Li Qingming nodded, waved his hand, and took the millions of tribespeople into the Sleeve Universe, then nodded to Houtu. He didn’t go to the Heavenly Court, instead headed directly toward the East Sea.

Watching the receding figure of Li Qingming, Houtu sighed softly, "Does Brother Qingming really care so little for Houtu?"

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It took less than the time for a cup of tea for Li Qingming to arrive at the East Sea Coast.

The deep blue sea was smooth like silk, subtly rippling. From a high viewpoint, the sea was vast and boundless, the surging waves forming echoes of waves that seemed to whisper gently by your ear...

After releasing the millions of tribesmen from the Sleeve Universe, Li Qingming stroked his chin, beginning to contemplate the future path for the Human Clan.

Li Qingming, with no clues on his mind and before he could ponder deeply, was drawn by the noisy voices from the crowd. Puzzled, he asked the humans before him, "For what reason are you so noisy?"

Among the first few men and women created, a handsome man who closely resembled Li Qingming stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Holy Father, many people in the tribe suddenly felt a rumbling in their stomachs, feeling exceptionally uncomfortable. We don’t know the reason and were discussing it. We didn’t mean to disturb the Holy Father; it is indeed our fault!"

Hearing this, Li Qingming’s Primordial Spirit swept over the group of humans, and he said with a clear smile, "Hehe, no harm done! Those people are just hungry. I have some fresh Spirit Fruits here; take these first to ease your hunger!"

After speaking, Li Qingming poured out a large number of Spirit Fruits from his storage space, piling up as high as a small mountain.

The man stepped forward, picked up a fruit, and his instinct as a living being prompted him to take a gentle bite. The smooth texture, the sweet juice flowing down his throat into his vitals, eradicated the rumbling sensation instantly. The man’s eyes brightened, pointing to the mountain of fruits in front of him, he quickly distributed them to the millions of tribespeople.

Millions of the Human Clan members chewed on the Spirit Fruits en masse, creating an impressive sight for the moment.

Touching his chin, Li Qingming thought to himself, "The current Primordial Continent is full of dangers for these newborn humans. An untrained wild beast can easily claim the life of a human! Pass down teachings among the Human Clan? No, that’s not good, as Master Laozi is destined to establish the Human Sect and enlighten the Human Clan. If I start teaching before him, wouldn’t I offend Master Laozi?"

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Li Qingming thought, "Besides, aside from the first four men and four women who are the purest Chaos Spirit Bodies, the rest are all Innate Taoist Bodies. Even without cultivation, they have a lifespan of five hundred years. Why not..."

Suddenly, a flash of insight sparked in Li Qingming’s eyes, he muttered to himself, "Why don’t I pass on the Witch Clan Battle Skills that I comprehended while with the Witch Tribe to them? That way, they also have the capability to protect and fend for themselves!"

Acting on his thoughts was Li Qingming’s nature. On a Small Cliff not far from the East Sea Coast, Li Qingming dug out a stone cave to reside in. He then inscribed a total of eighteen human-shaped patterns representing the Witch Clan Battle Skills onto the Green Gold Stone Plates, which were hard and incorruptible even after ten thousand years. He handed them to the man, urging him to teach the tribesmen and to practice diligently.

Thus, the Human Clan settled down by the East Sea Coast. They would practice the Witch Clan Battle Skills during their free time, eat the mountainous Spirit Fruits given by Li Qingming when hungry, and sleep on the ground when tired. Fortunately, the air by the East Sea Coast was very pleasant, quite suitable for the Human Clan’s habitation.

After a hundred years, the fruits were all consumed, and the man once again climbed up Small Cliff to seek a solution from Li Qingming.

Li Qingming looked at the man before him and said, "I have plenty of fruits here, but if I give them to you, will you continue to live as you have for the past decades, just eating when full and sleeping when tired?"

The man looked perplexed upon hearing these words.

Li Qingming didn’t look at the man’s expression and continued, "Look at your tribespeople, their coverings have all turned into strips of cloth, who knows how many have died from the scourge of frostbite? In the tempest and storm, they also sleep soundly under the open Qingtian sky, once again, who knows how many have perished in the drenching rains and howling winds? Have you never considered, what if I were to leave you all? Who would look after you then? Who would protect you?"

The man immediately began to sweat profusely and, with true fear and trepidation, knelt before Li Qingming, saying, "Holy Father speaks the utmost truth. When our tribespeople unexpectedly lost their voices, I thought they had fallen into a deep sleep. Who knew that such sleeping would lead to never waking up, only then did we realize the soul had departed into the Primordial wilderness! I beg the Holy Father to bestow upon us a solution, to save our Human Clan!"

Li Qingming’s eyelids slightly lifted as he said, "In the forest, there are fruits and small animals; in the sea, there are scallops and fish, all of which are edible! Also, remember this, ’As Heaven’s movement is ever vigorous, so must a gentleman ceaselessly strengthen himself!’ Now go!"

The man, as if enlightened, kowtowed in thanks and descended from Small Cliff, returning to his tribe.

Thus began the barbaric lifestyle of the Human Clan, eating raw flesh and drinking blood. Every day, the Human Clan would split into two groups, one would enter the forest, and one would go down to the sea and rivers. But they all moved very cautiously, staying within a hundred li, never daring to go further.

At the same time, the men and women of the tribe also began the days of propagation. In just a few short decades, the Human Clan, which originally numbered over a million, expanded to five million, with infants alone totaling more than a million.

In the subsequent hundreds of years, people continued the traditions of the first generation of the Human Clan. When hungry, they either went into the forest to look for Spirit Fruits and small animals or went down to the sea to catch fish and scallops. When tired, they found a place sheltered from the wind and rain to sleep soundly, and in their spare time, they practiced Witch Clan Battle Skills.

Yet, such measures still could not avoid the deaths among the tribe members. Sometimes, during the hunting of prey, despite the aid of combat skills, they could not avoid being killed by Fierce Beasts. Searching for fruits sometimes led to being poisoned by unknown varieties. Even more, sometimes, close friends who were still laughing and playing merrily just the day before would be found eternally asleep the next morning.

At times, the tribe had as many as tens of millions of people, while at others, only a few hundred thousand remained.

Li Qingming, throughout these hundreds of years, always remained a witness to history. Apart from a few times when he assisted the Human Clan facing the crisis of extinction, his other moments were spent as an indifferent observer.

It wasn’t that Li Qingming was heartless, but rather Li Qingming understood that, as the eternal mainstay upon the Primordial Land, Heavenly Dao was destined to send down numerous disasters to temper the Human Clan. Those who passed through would enjoy boundless freedom for eons; those who failed would become dust in history. Should he intervene too much, causing the Human Clan to develop a dependence, it would be a late regret.

Li Qingming also lived through everything the Human Clan experienced over those hundreds of years. Happiness, sorrow, sympathy, resentment, and many other emotions that had not appeared for tens of thousands of years after his transmigration made even the "God of Slaughter" Li Qingming, who was always decisive in killing, feel deeply moved.

A millennium had passed; this was the most difficult period for the Human Clan. Within a single year, out of tens of millions of people, nearly nine million had died. Fierce Beasts, poisonous fruits, severe cold, oppressive heat, and most terribly, plague!

Initially, the Human Clan was left with only the original four men and four women, still displaying the same demeanor as before. Due to their Chaos Spirit Bodies, even without practicing, their Cultivation had reached the peak of Golden Immortals.

These eight men and women came outside the cave on Little Cliff Mountain, crying out loud, pleading, "Holy Father, the Human Clan faces a calamity of annihilation. If you do not take action, our Human Clan will be utterly gone!" freewebnσvel.cѳm

Li Qingming stepped out, his eyes slightly red, and spoke in a choked voice, "I have protected you for a thousand years, yet have not assisted you a bit. Have you ever borne me resentment?"

The eight men and women cried, "We dare not resent the Holy Father. Without the Holy Father, we understand the Human Clan would have perished a thousand years ago!"

Li Qingming raised his hand to help the eight people up, saying, "For these thousand years, I have taught you to struggle against Heaven, Earth, and nature itself. It was so you would understand one truth: to survive on the Primordial Land, one must be strong and self-reliant! In this realm of Heaven and Earth, nothing can be obtained without work! Only through toil can one reap rewards! Fortunately, you have grown, you have understood! But just..."

Li Qingming’s voice grew even more solemn: "It’s just that the price paid was too great, far too great..."

Gazing towards the blue sea and Qingtian, Li Qingming’s eyes filled with blood, and in a frenzy, he roared towards the sky, "Heaven and Earth are heartless, treating all creatures as stray dogs; the Saint is heartless, treating the common people as stray dogs! What wrong have my Human Clan done, for you to treat my Human Clan thus?"