Chapter 448 - The Rules of the World

“Ahhh!” Qing Qishu screamed, “My treasure bestowed by the Dragon God!”He had completely forgotten how he had just criticized Qing Jiuye for being fragile…

The simultaneous loss of both their weapons could not be explained by mere carelessness.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Qing Bazi immediately grabbed the green vine with his left hand and gripped the javelin tightly with his right.

Watching from the side, Su Qi’s eyes twitched.

This javelin was pulled from a special part of a Sen Bear; although there was no strange color, direct contact with it seemed too…

“Think carefully, where did you lose your weapons?” Qing Bazi asked.

At that moment, Jiang Wang was supporting Wu Quji’s broken arm with one hand, while his other hand hung loosely, ready to reach for the hilt of his sword at any time.

The lessons of the Hidden Snake land were not far removed; in the Forest Sea Source Realm, he would never relax his vigilance.

On the other hand, Wu Quji was threading a Golden Needle through his own flesh with his intact left hand, solidifying a golden thread between the broken bones.

Sweat poured down his forehead from the pain, yet his hand was incredibly steady.

Just by his identity as a Medical Practitioner, he was deemed very reliable.

He could use Secret Technique to temporarily block his own pain, but “pain” was the body’s real-time feedback to “bone knitting.” Missing this feedback could lead to an imperfect knitting.

Qing Jiuye shook his head: “I didn’t feel a thing.”

With his strength, it was very noticeable if there was one more or one less arrow in his quiver, but this time he truly had no reaction.

Up until he reached for an arrow, he had not noticed that his arrows had been lost.

Qing Qishu, enraged, said, “I don’t believe it, where could my treasure blessed by the Dragon God have disappeared to?

You all assist in protecting the law, so allow me to pray!”

The material of his Qing wood shield and Qing Jiuye’s bow and arrows were actually Divine Dragon Wood.

However, the difference lay in the fact that his shield had been blessed by the Dragon God.

And it was precisely because he could use this shield that he was regarded as one more favored by the divine, entitled to use “ah lei” as a particle word, and might even have a chance to become a priest in the future.

Qing Bazi and Qing Jiuye stood on either side of him, partly with the intention of guarding against Jiang Wang and others.

Although they were envoys of the Dragon God, they were still outsiders after all.

Jiang Wang understood and did nothing that might cause a misunderstanding, simply focusing on circulating his Path Origin quietly.

After Qing Qishu quietly prayed for a while, the wooden grain on his forehead suddenly emitted a green light.

His eyes shot open, having sensed a response from his “treasure bestowed by the Dragon God.”

He ran straight ahead and, after a few breaths, leaped up to a tree branch where he plucked his Qing wood shield, which was also radiating a bright green light.

“Strange, how did it end up here?” Qing Qishu wondered aloud.

He even began to suspect—could it really have been his own carelessness?

Did I ever take cover here?

Jiang Wang glanced suspiciously at Su Qi.

He hadn’t let his guard down over his surroundings.

Just then, during Qing Qishu’s prayer, he noticed Su Qi’s hands moving behind his back, his shoulders shaking slightly—a sign of activity.

This couldn’t help but connect in his mind to Qing Qishu’s shield, which had been lost and then found.

Frankly, even if the divine connection had been severed or it had appeared far away, it would have been more plausible than losing it nearby.

Catching a glimpse of Jiang Wang’s glance, Su Qi remained expressionless but turned his back to the Holy Tribe Samurai and signaled a three and then a seven with his hand directed at Jiang Wang.

The meaning was clear, split the shares seventy-thirty.

Jiang Wang had been somewhat suspicious, but now he was certain.

Earlier, he had represented the Divine Envoys in “negotiations” with the Priest, which had gone poorly, garnering him little.

Wu Quji, being straightforward, had let it go.

At that time Su Qi seemed unconcerned, which had surprised Jiang Wang.

Only now did he realize, of course, Su Qi did not mind that modest gain; he might have already “taken” his share!

With such a deft hand, what “gain” was not within his reach?

If he could pluck arrows from Qing Bazi’s quiver and take Qing Qishu’s shield, such skill was truly remarkable.

If not for Qing Qishu’s prayer causing the shield’s reaction, the Qing wood shield would probably have never appeared again.

Jiang Wang thought it over.

To expose this now would only intensify the conflict and destroy the hard-earned trust, benefiting no one.

The Holy Tribe Samurai hadn’t warned them beforehand about the formidable Sen Bears, so a minor lesson wouldn’t hurt.

Moreover, he had seen the power of Qing Jiuye’s arrow shafts.

Although they were useless to him, giving them to Li Fengyao seemed like a good idea…

So he turned his hand and made a seven gesture.

Seventy-thirty was acceptable, but I’ll take the “seven.”

Su Qi replied with a hand gesture of five.

Jiang Wang directly opened his mouth and said, “Qing Qishu!”

Su Qi grimaced, but given the circumstances were against him, he reluctantly nodded quickly and discreetly.

Qing Qishu looked over, “What’s wrong?”

“Does the Holy Tribe have any decent medicine?

Wu Quji’s current condition is very detrimental to what comes next.”

Qing Qishu nodded to show his understanding, “I’ll go back and think of a solution.”

After the incident where he lost his Qingmu Shield, he now kept his shield firmly in hand.

Meanwhile, Qing Jiu Ye seemed to have accepted his fate.

He pulled out a dark dagger from his calf, walked over to the tree that was knocked down by the Sen Bear earlier, and started carving arrow shafts from a suitable branch.

By this time, Wu Quji’s “Bone Weaving” had been completed.

Jiang Wang, feeling a bit embarrassed since he’d just “greedily” taken their arrow shafts, stepped forward to help, “Are these arrow shafts suitable?”

Qing Jiu Ye glanced at him and said, “In the Forest Sea Source Realm, the sharpest and most resilient things are made of wood.

The dagger in my hand is also made from Divine Dragon Wood.

What you can’t carve…”

He cut himself off mid-sentence.

That was because Jiang Wang had already swiftly cut several suitable pieces of wood, neatly stacking them together.

Although Longing was still in its nurturing phase, it did possess the form of a renowned weapon.

Carving a few arrows was no problem at all.

Qing Jiu Ye changed the subject, “It’ll do for temporary use.

It’s not possible to go back for arrows right now.”

While helping Qing Jiu Ye carve the arrow shafts, Jiang Wang contemplated.

Qing Jiu Ye’s words from just now, “In the Forest Sea Source Realm, the sharpest and most resilient things are made of wood,” made him suddenly realize a problem.

The “world rules” of the Forest Sea Source Realm might be different from the present world.

This was the first time he truly realized the matter of “world’s rules.”

Just like the default rules of ‘a life for a life, a debt for a debt,’ just like the laws drafted by disciples of the Legalists, just like the military rules set by practitioners of Soldier Home…

everything that is taken for granted, accustomed to, and must be obeyed, is actually an expression of “rules.”

From a town to a country, or even an entire world…

everything is shrouded in rules.

In the present world, Jiang Wang seldom thought about these things, for they were what he was accustomed to seeing.

Yet, the Forest Sea Source Realm kept challenging his cognition.

He always had doubts, why his Eight Notes Flame Sparrows couldn’t damage the giant trees.

Yet Qing Jiu Ye’s wooden arrows could easily penetrate them…

now he had answers to all of it.

The rules of the world!

The trees of the Forest Sea Source Realm simply don’t fear fire; they are resilient.

And what kind of strength would a practitioner need to be able to change such rules?

“I have a question,” probably as a diversion to alleviate his own pain, Wu Quji suddenly spoke up, “In the Forest Sea Source Realm, if the sharpest wooden spear attacks the most resilient wooden shield, would the former break or the latter be pierced?”

Qing Ba Zhi and Qing Jiu Ye looked at each other, both seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes.

There really is no answer to this question.

The people of the Divine Shade Land obviously hadn’t developed deep philosophical speculation; they were just as confused as ever.

Qing Qishu even tugged at his hair, “I’m getting mixed up…

how about we stab you and find out?”

“You must not bully the injured.”

Wu Quji continued, “I have another question.

Qing Jiu Ye, you use a Divine Dragon Wood dagger to carve arrows and weapons.

So, how did the first Divine Dragon Wood dagger come about?”

This question was like asking which came first, the chicken or the egg.

Qing Jiu Ye looked at his dagger, stunned.

“I also want to ask—”

“Shut up!” The poor Holy Tribe warriors spoke in unison.