Chapter 676 - Arrival Of Two Ruling Tribes

As the Battle Masters gradually calmed their anger down on the surface, rage still burned in their hearts.

The Black Warbear Tribe's deeds will not be forgotten.

More importantly, they had to appease the Divine Doctor they offended as a result of their misguided information.

"We were truly ignorant to have offended you, Divine Doctor. Please look past our mistakes and be magnanimous in giving us another chance to amend our errors," the Battle Masters apologized.

If they annoy the Shaman King's Successor, they could lose the chance to enter the secret realm. On the other hand, they might not get treated once they contract Demonic Possession.

Both were equally bad. And when the two are one and the same person, it was double the bad.

Nevertheless, Leon glanced back at them indifferently and said, "It is not I, who you should all be apologizing to but the Darkmoon Tribe you disrespected and the tribesmen you have hurt in the process."

"Right, right. What the Divine Doctor said makes sense. We should apologize to them," the Battle Masters quickly agreed with Leon's words.

Leon did not doubt that whatever he said, they would still agree with it regardless, nonetheless, as if he only speaks the truth.

"Once you do that, you may enter—but only if they will allow it."

After leaving those words, Leon promptly returned to Aria and the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman's side.

"I was expecting Young Master Leonhardt to teach them an unforgettable mistake, but Young Master Leonhardt's plan is even more brilliant than a simple beating. It was a good idea to divert the blame back to its source," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman praised.

"Not only would the Black Warbear Tribe receive all of these Battle Masters' hatred, but our side would be completely freed from their pesterings and future troubles."

"Although the nature of these people isn't good, they weren't the source of the problem and were only being used by the Black Warbear Tribe. Beating them up would only aggravate the problem between our sides, which is exactly what the Black Warbear Tribe wants," Leon stated.

"But now, the Black Warbear Tribe will have a headache over this issue they caused themselves," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman chuckled softly.

"Right," Leon nodded before he suddenly mentioned, "By the way, senior. I can't help but noticed that only Battle Masters have arrived. There is not a Great Warrior among the group that visited the Darkmoon Tribe. Why is that?"

"Because only Battle Masters are qualified to enter the secret realm, Young Master Leonhardt," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman answered before explaining further, "Great Warriors are too weak to participate."

"While the secret realm is filled with endless riches and lucky chances, there are certain levels of dangers accompanying them, not to mention that the fierce competition with the demons. Young Master Leonhardt wasn't thinking that the treasures would just be lying around unguarded, right?"

"Of course not. That's preposterous," Leon smiled wryly.

"Nevertheless, we seem to have a problem," Leon shortly mentioned with a solemn look before he said, "If the real Shaman King's Successor doesn't appear, these people would have come for nothing."

"Let's not even mention the location of the secret realm opening. We don't even know if the time for its opening is even coming up again. When was the last opening, senior?"

"The last secret realm opening was 98 years ago. Not precisely a hundred years, but the secret realm opening has always differed by a few years, whether it is earlier or later," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman said.

"One hundred years is just an approximate estimate. The key is the one who opens the secret realm, the Shaman King's Successor."

"I see."

Leon rubbed his chin thoughtfully in silent contemplation for a moment before his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden outburst outside the tribe.

"The Scarlet Salamander Tribe has come to visit!"

"The Silverfang Leopard Tribe has come to visit!"

"The Holy Sunfire Tribe has come to visit!"

"The Divine Tortoise Tribe has come to visit!"

Suddenly, several more tribes made their announcements, loud and clear, upon their arrival, causing many tribesmen to be startled at once.

"The Holy Sunfire Tribe and Divine Tortoise Tribe? Damn, two of Central Region's four ruling tribes actually came at our Darkmoon Tribe!" a battered Great Warrior exclaimed.

Leon, Aria, and the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman gave each other a glance before they made their way onto the wall and gazed into the distance.

At least several hundred Battle Masters have arrived and mixed in with the crowd outside the walls. Even so, the big crowd could be clearly divided by their tribe's unique clothing styles.

Leon and Aria quickly fixed their gazes on the two most prominent groups in the crowd, which amounted to nearly a hundred Battle Masters each.

One group was mostly garbed in white outfits and armor, while the other carried a black turtle shell on their backs.

"These two must be Holy Sunfire Tribe and the Divine Tortoise," Aria assumed.

Leon had the same thought, but he did not give a definite response. Instead, he turned to the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman for an answer.

"That's right," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman nodded before he explained, "White is the most defining trait of the Holy Sunfire Tribe as they believe the sun is the holiest and whitest celestial body in existence."

"However, that is absurd as no one had ever seen the sun in this dark world, not to mention that historical records state that the sun is either yellow or red, not white. As for the Divine Tortoise Tribe, this Venerable probably doesn't need to explain."

"Seems like they worship turtles," Chief Valencia stated with amusement as she suddenly appears at their side on the wall, following another five tribal chiefs arriving shortly after.

Evidently, it was also the first time for Chief Valencia to meet the ruling tribes of the Central Region.

"Seems like the matters here have disturbed Chief Valencia's cultivation session," Leon greeted with a comment.

"For some time now, actually," Chief Valencia gave the five chiefs a glance before she said, "I received news of a fight breaking out here while I was accommodating the five chiefs, but it seems to have been resolved."

"Un, it was all thanks to Young Master Leonhardt," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman nodded.