TRWSB – Chapter 241 A Breakthrough Beyond the Tribe

“Big Brother, now that you have a new cultivation method, can you make another breakthrough?” Sindorei asked, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Fredrick nodded. “Yes.”

His strength had plateaued a year ago. At the time, Fredrick had considered asking the tribal chief for a more advanced technique, but knowing the chief’s wariness toward him, he’d ultimately given up.

Lowering his head, Fredrick’s eyes sparkled with a fiery light. He had once believed that leaving the tribe meant he would never again touch a complete cultivation method—no matter how talented he was, his path forward had ended.

Yet now, the situation had taken a dramatic turn.

Fredrick was almost certain: even the tribe’s so-called complete version couldn’t compare to a fraction of the technique now in his hands.

“That’s amazing!” Sindorei exclaimed, genuinely happy for him.

He lowered his head, full of gratitude for Fredrick. In truth, their grandfather wasn’t originally from the Flying Tiger Tribe. His people had been destroyed, and he had been absorbed into the tribe as a refugee. But even after joining, the native members never truly accepted them.

Their father had exceptional talent, but was always assigned to the most dangerous tasks. After their father died, Fredrick faced the same fate. While other hunting teams were evenly matched in strength, Fredrick was always paired with cowardly weaklings. And whenever he hunted down prey with great effort, the spoils had to be distributed evenly among the tribe—leaving him with little in return.

Fredrick stared at the technique in his hands, eyes growing hot. He had the urge to howl into the sky and release years of pent-up frustration.

Just then, Yifan walked in. Seeing Fredrick’s emotional expression, he asked curiously, “Fredrick, are you crying?”

Fredrick paused, then said, “Am I?”

Yifan nodded. “You are.” He patted Fredrick on the shoulder. “Bro, it’s okay. No breakup is worth crying over. You’ll be fine.”

Fredrick laughed awkwardly. “It’s not because of heartbreak.”

Puzzled, Yifan asked, “Then what is it?”

“I’m just overwhelmed,” Fredrick replied with a smile.

Yifan shook his head helplessly. “Man, you get emotional way too easily.”

Fredrick: “…”

Tilting his head, Yifan muttered, “Seriously though, what’s got you so worked up?”

“Because the Healer created a complete cultivation technique,” Fredrick said.

Yifan blinked in surprise. “Shaorong already finished it? That was fast. Anyway, I’m off to bed.”

Fredrick watched Yifan walk away and took a deep breath. What’s with these people? he thought. Qi Shaorong has created a complete cultivation method—this is huge! And no one seems the least bit excited!

Fredrick held onto the technique, sleepless the entire night.

…

The next morning, Qi Shaorong greeted Sindorei, “You’re up. Where’s your brother?”

“He’s cultivating,” Sindorei answered.

Qi Shaorong raised his brows. “So diligent?”

Sindorei nodded. “Because of the technique you gave him. He was so excited, he didn’t sleep all night.”

Qi Shaorong looked puzzled. “He’s already cultivating with it? But I never verified it… What if he goes into qi deviation?”

Sindorei’s expression changed. “Is that… possible?”

Qi Shaorong nodded. “Yeah, possibly.”

Sindorei: “……”

“Master Healer.”
Fredrick stepped forward and gave Qi Shaorong a deep bow full of gratitude.

Qi Shaorong looked at him helplessly and said, “Fredrick, why do you always like bowing to me? Haven’t I told you already? Don’t do that.”

Fredrick chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry, but I really don’t know any other way to express my thanks.”

Qi Shaorong: “…”

“Your strength seems to have improved quite a bit,” Qi Shaorong observed.

Fredrick straightened up, eyes gleaming. “Thanks to you, I’ve become a Two-Star Totem Warrior.”

Qi Shaorong nodded. “Not bad, not bad. Maybe when you reach Five-Star Totem Warrior, you can go pick the Yin-Yang Grass for me.”

Fredrick’s expression turned serious. “Once I have the strength, I’ll definitely do my best to retrieve it for you.”

Qi Shaorong waved his hand. “No rush.”

He had more urgent concerns right now—like the fact that he still couldn’t find a way out. Without an exit, they couldn’t return home. And if they couldn’t go back, finding the Yin-Yang Grass would be pointless.

Now that he had a cultivation technique, Fredrick’s craving for beast blood had grown stronger. After a period of training, Zhuang Hao and the others had significantly improved, and Fredrick felt they might be ready to challenge more dangerous beasts.

Fredrick ran excitedly through the forest, high-spirited and full of energy.

Yifan, watching him, turned to Sindorei. “Did he take an aphrodisiac or something? He’s acting way too excited.”

Sindorei looked at Yifan blankly. “What’s an aphrodisiac?”

Yifan blinked, his mouth twitching. Such a pure kid… He suddenly felt a little guilty.

“It’s something that makes your blood boil and makes you want to… fight for 300 rounds,” Yifan explained.

Sindorei’s face turned red instantly. “There’s… really such a thing?”

Yifan: “…”

Zhuang Hao shot Yifan a look. “Alright, he’s only thirteen. Stop teasing him.”

Yifan shrugged. “Fine.”

“This is the place. There’s a Thorn Dragon here,” Zhuang Hao said.

Sindorei swallowed hard. “Big Brother, are we really going to take on a Thorn Dragon?” Normally, their tribespeople would steer clear of such a beast.

Fredrick nodded. “Yes.”

Winter was coming. If they could take down the Thorn Dragon, they wouldn’t have to worry about food through the cold season.

After being stuck at a plateau for so long and now experiencing a breakthrough, Fredrick’s adventurous spirit had been reignited. He needed a tough fight to vent it all.

Yifan said seriously, “The Thorn Dragon is tricky. Let’s set up traps before we strike.”

Fredrick nodded. “Alright.”

Sindorei’s eyes sparkled as Zhuang Hao and the others brought out various weapons to lay traps. He had long been curious to see these tools in action.

Even for this region’s top predator, they didn’t dare take it lightly. The group spent most of the day preparing traps.

Zhuang Hao glanced at Fredrick. “Can I trouble you to lure the Thorn Dragon over?”

Fredrick nodded eagerly. “Got it.”

He sped off quickly. Zhuang Hao turned to Sindorei. “Let’s go hide.”

Sindorei nodded, and they concealed themselves with the others. Before long, Fredrick reappeared—with a furious Thorn Dragon hot on his heels.

“It’s here!” Sindorei’s eyes widened as the beast stepped into the trap zone.

With one heavy step, the mechanisms were triggered. Hidden spikes shot out of the ground, piercing the dragon’s body. It let out a thunderous, rage-filled roar.

Fredrick nocked his bow and shot an arrow straight into the creature’s eye.

Zhuang Hao and the rest followed with their own attacks. In no time, the Thorn Dragon was riddled with arrows.

In the Flying Tiger Tribe…

“Jesse.”
Xinya called out.

Jesse turned and asked, “What is it, Xinya?”

“Did you hear? The Thorn Dragon on North Ridge has vanished.”

Jesse frowned. “How could a Thorn Dragon just disappear?”

Xinya shrugged. “Seems like someone killed it.”

“Other tribes?” Jesse guessed.

“Unlikely. We Flying Tigers have the strongest warriors around here,” Xinya said.

Jesse furrowed his brows. If it wasn’t someone from the Flying Tigers… could it have been Fredrick? No way. He left the tribe. Even if he’s strong, against a Thorn Dragon he’d stand no chance.

Xinya said with longing, “The heart blood of a Thorn Dragon is a real treasure.”

Jesse licked his lips. “True, but without the right cultivation method, even the best materials go to waste.”

His eyes burned with jealousy. Deep down, Jesse resented Fredrick. He was somewhat gleeful knowing the chief had never given Fredrick the complete cultivation method. Now that Fredrick had left the tribe, his future was cut off. Even if Fredrick was once a totem warrior, as long as he stayed stuck, Jesse would eventually catch up.

If I could get that Thorn Dragon’s blood, Jesse thought, I could become a totem warrior myself.

Xinya added, “You know, there’s something weird about Fredrick.”

Jesse looked puzzled. “Weird how?”

“That wandering healer,” Xinya said. “Just handed him a bow out of nowhere. And no one’s even seen that healer.”

Jesse nodded slowly. “Yeah, something’s definitely off there.”

Xinya changed the topic, grinning. “By the way, your wedding with Mir is coming up, right?”

Jesse nodded. “Yeah.”

Xinya lightly punched Jesse’s chest. “You don’t seem as into her as before. Females need affection, you know. Keep acting like this and Mir might not marry you after all.”

Jesse gave a forced smile. “I get it.”

Deep inside, Jesse’s jealousy of Fredrick ran deep. When Fredrick fell ill with that strange disease, Jesse had swooped in and courted Mir. She quickly accepted him, and stealing his rival’s fiancée gave Jesse a twisted sense of triumph.

But after Fredrick left, Jesse realized Mir wasn’t the ideal partner after all. Most females in the tribe were a bit spoiled, but Mir was on another level. Worse still, she kept comparing Jesse to Fredrick—complaining about how he didn’t measure up. Every little disagreement turned into a loud quarrel.