Special Tribute

Fruits, dried meat, and some unidentifiable staples.

With White Xiu’s terrifying eating speed, like a whirlwind sweeping through clouds, most of the food on the table was devoured in an instant.

Yue Ling sat beside him, cupping her face in her hands, carefully observing this divine son. Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

His appearance needed no praise—quite handsome, though he looked a bit thin, probably from hunger.

His table manners weren’t exactly elegant, but that only added a certain charm to him.

It eased the pressure on Yue Ling, who had originally been in great awe of the divine son.

White Xiu felt his hunger subside and gradually slowed his eating pace.

He had literally been starved awake. If he had slept any longer, he might never have woken up again.

The last time he had been this hungry, he recalled, was when he had slept through the summer break back in college.

“Miss, where is this place?”

White Xiu chewed loudly on a piece of dried meat, his dull, fish-like eyes sweeping across the surroundings.

Yue Ling quickly replied, “Reporting to the divine son, this is Starfall Sea Region, the inhabited island of the Moon Tribe.”

White Xiu fell into thought, racking his brain for fragments of what Tu Yiyi from Blue Star had taught him.

He remembered.

The ancient continent’s map was very fragmented.

The Central Continent was the gathering place for humans, inhabited by thousands of empires.

Bounded by a mountain range that spanned the map, the western frontier was the Beastman Forest.

That was heaven for demonic beasts, and the Ten-Thousand-Beast Nation was located there.

The Eastern Wastelands were dangerous lands yet unexplored by humans, where savage monsters roamed.

The northern territory, the North Sea, was a continent built of endless snow, deserted and untouched.

The Southern Sea consisted of countless large islands.

Starfall Sea Region.

That was where he currently was.

Beyond that, there was the Nine Heavens in the sky, also called the Divine Domain, where the gods lived.

And deep beneath the ancient continent was the Abyss World, the gathering place of demons.

According to Tu Yiyi, although the abyss was sunless and resource-poor, it was the center of ancient times…

Well, he always thought she was rambling when she spent so much ink painting the epic grandeur of the abyssal demons.

But he could easily guess that the Starfall Sea Region was somewhat remote.

White Xiu felt a headache coming on.

Right now, the people of the Shura Sect had scattered everywhere.

He was all alone. How was he supposed to find Yi An and the others?

Who knew if they were even still in this sea region.

“Thank you for the hospitality.”

White Xiu burped, stood up, and was about to step down from the altar.

Yue Ling froze and quickly called out, “Divine Son!”

White Xiu paused and looked back at her with his dull eyes, a hint of confusion on his face. “Anything else?”

She wasn’t asking for money, was she?

He didn’t have any.

Sensing his unwavering gaze on her, Yue Ling lowered her head shyly and said, “Divine Son, I… I am the offering.”

“Offering?”

White Xiu raised an eyebrow and looked at her doubtfully. “Does your tribe practice cannibalism?”

The fact that she wore animal skins and had paint on her face made him wonder if their customs were that primitive.

Yue Ling was stunned. She shook her head frantically, blushing deeply. “No, no, it’s not that. I, I am the… offering that the divine son must accept for the ritual to be complete.”

“Accept?”

Hearing that, his eyebrow twitched slightly.

What did that mean?

Seeing her fidgeting with her hands, her face bright red, White Xiu knew perfectly well what “accept” implied.

Were they testing him with this kind of temptation?

If Tang Qingqing found out he was messing around in this world, she might poison him into an early grave one day.

“Miss, I don’t need any offerings.”

White Xiu refused firmly and seriously.

Sure, she was incredibly beautiful, but he wasn’t like Yi An.

Yue Ling bit her lower lip softly and hesitated, “But… whenever a god descends, they always request young women to serve them… Is… is it because I’m not pretty enough?”

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She had always been called the most beautiful woman in the tribe, yet it seemed she couldn’t catch the divine son’s eye.

White Xiu found this troublesome.

Those bastards calling themselves gods were truly despicable, defiling so many innocent girls.

Looking at her, he sighed in consolation. “You’re very beautiful, but I really don’t need any offerings.”

Yue Ling gritted her teeth and looked at him with pleading eyes. “If I go back and they find out I’m still untouched, the priestess will cast me out of the tribe.”

“Such a hassle…”

White Xiu scratched his soft black hair, looked around, and picked up a piece of firewood from the ground. “How about using this?”

Yue Ling: “…”

At present, demonic beasts were running rampant, gradually invading their Moon tribe’s territory.

The lords of various islands in Starfall Archipelago had always looked down on their savage tribe, and when danger came, they showed no intention of sending reinforcements.

The Moon tribe refused to leave the land they had lived on for thousands of years. Facing the beast invasion, they could only fight to the death!

In their eyes, the descending divine son was undoubtedly a messenger sent by heaven to save the Moon tribe.

Now that the divine son refused to accept the offering, it clearly meant he had no intention of helping.

Yue Ling clenched her teeth, her gaze resolute. She reached up and unbuttoned her shoulder, revealing her pale, delicate skin.

“Wait!”

White Xiu’s expression shifted as he quickly shouted, “Miss, what are you doing?”

Wiping away her tears, Yue Ling said firmly, “I am burdened with the hope of the Moon tribe. As the offering, I must fulfill my mission and protect our people!”

“You’ve got it wrong. I’m just an ordinary person, not a divine son. Have you ever seen a god like me?”

White Xiu helplessly set the record straight.

Yue Ling shook her head weakly. “I’ve never seen a god before…”

“Exactly. I’m just an ordinary man who loves to sleep. You’ve misunderstood. Even if you go through with this, it won’t save the tribe—it’ll just waste your pure body on me…”

White Xiu wanted to say more.

Suddenly, a terrifying murderous aura surged.

Strange rustling sounds came from the dark forest around the altar.

The trees swayed.

Hearing the noise, Yue Ling’s face turned pale, and she cried out in panic, “A Candleghost is coming!”

Her sharp, piercing scream echoed, making anyone’s skin crawl.

A monstrous shadow, a four-legged beast with black wings on its back, darted through the dense forest and rushed over with incredible speed.

A fierce wind swept across the area.

Gales rose in all directions.

Trees in the whole forest wildly bent and shook.

White Xiu stood motionless.

Yue Ling thought he was frozen in fear. Suppressing her own terror, she quickly grabbed his wrist and shouted, “The Candleghost is coming. Run, run! Quick!”

This beast, called a Candleghost, had already devoured hundreds of their tribesmen.

She hadn’t expected its hunting range to have expanded all the way to the altar.

But despite her pulling, White Xiu’s body remained still, as if he was utterly paralyzed by fear.

Yue Ling was nearly in tears with desperation. “Please run! It eats people!”

At this point, she almost believed he really was just an ordinary person.

Faced with the Candleghost, he didn’t even have the courage to flee.

“Is this the threat to your tribe that you were talking about?”

White Xiu turned to look at her.

Staring back at his calm demeanor, Yue Ling nodded unconsciously. “Yes…”

“Step back.”

His dull eyes suddenly sharpened with lethal focus.

He stretched out his hand, and blue-purple lightning coiled around it, a double-edged long spear materializing in his grasp.

Noticing Bai Xiu’s action, Yue Ling’s eyes lit up faintly.

This strength… He really is the Divine Son!