Clan Cultivation: Starting with Building an Island Immortal City

In the center of the clearing, a huge bonfire had already been lit. Thick dry wood crackled, and crimson flames shot skyward, dispelling the damp chill of the Southern Border night, illuminating everyone’s faces with a ruddy glow and beaming smiles.

The flames danced, as if possessing life, becoming the absolute protagonist of the night.

In front of the bonfire, several main seats covered with clean animal hides had been reserved. Dragon Stone led Li Yinglong and Lin Xiaowan to sit there, offering an excellent view directly facing the blazing bonfire and the open space where performances would soon take place.

Aya and Yan Gang naturally sat a little to their side, below them, as companions.

Upon seeing the Clan Chief and the esteemed guests arrive, the previously boisterous crowd gradually quieted down, all eyes filled with goodwill and curiosity.

Clan Chief Dragon Stone stood up and walked to the bonfire:

”Clan members!”

”Tonight, we light the flames bestowed by our Ancestral Spirits, lay out the food harvested through hard work, and gather here, not only for celebration, but also to welcome two distinguished guests, two friends who have shown kindness to our Angry Dragon Clan!”

He turned sideways and gestured with a raised hand towards Li Yinglong and Lin Xiaowan.

”This is Old Sir Li Yinglong from afar, and his granddaughter, Little Wan. They acted righteously, helping Aya and Yan Gang overcome difficulties, preserving the life-saving Spirit Medicine urgently needed by our clan, and even escorted them all the way. Their kindness is profound! They are the most sincere friends of our Angry Dragon Clan!”

As his words fell, all the Angry Dragon Clan members’ gazes focused on Li Yinglong and Lin Xiaowan. There was no scrutiny or probing in their eyes, only simple gratitude and enthusiastic welcome.

Someone started it, and then enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted like a tide. Many clan members also stomped their feet forcefully, making a rhythmic thudding sound, expressing their gratitude in their most direct way.

This unreserved enthusiasm made Lin Xiaowan blush slightly, feeling a little flustered, yet a warm current surged in her heart.

Li Yinglong, however, maintained a calm expression, stood up, and cupped his hands to the surroundings in greeting, his demeanor composed and dignified.

”Now,”

Clan Chief Dragon Stone continued with a smile:

”Let us welcome our friends with the strongest wine, the most fragrant meat, and the most passionate songs and dances! The Welcome Bonfire Feast begins!”

”Roar!!”

A thunderous cheer erupted throughout the venue, instantly pushing the atmosphere of the feast to its first climax.

The crowd naturally retreated, leaving a larger open space in front of the bonfire.

More than ten strong Angry Dragon Clan youths, both male and female, dressed in vibrant and colorful ethnic festive attire, walked steadily into the center of the field.

Their faces were solemn, their eyes focused, and they held no musical instruments or weapons.

Leading them was Yan Gang.

Today, he too had changed into a brand new indigo short jacket embroidered with fierce Dragon-shaped patterns, appearing exceptionally heroic.

No music sounded; everyone held their breath in concentration.

Yan Gang took a deep breath, then suddenly threw his head back and let out a desolate and prolonged howl, imitating some ancient Dragon’s roar!

Before the howl finished, all the youths simultaneously began a ritualistic dance!

The dance movements were full of a primal sense of power and solemn ritual.

Their heavy footsteps pounded the ground, echoing some ancient rhythm. Their arms waved, mimicking the postures of a giant Dragon shifting, reaching with its claws, and swaying its tail. At times, they bent low as if a Dragon diving into an abyss; at other times, they leaped as if a Dragon soaring through the Nine Heavens.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized and full of power. The bonfire’s light cast shifting shadows on them, as if ancient Dragon Souls had truly possessed them, performing a solemn sacrifice to communicate with their ancestors.

The entire field was silent, with only the heavy footsteps of the dancers, their deep breaths, and the crackling of the bonfire.

A sacred, ancient, and vast aura permeated the air.

Aya leaned closer to Li Yinglong and Lin Xiaowan, explaining with reverence in her voice: