When system cheat becomes rampant!

The creature Jiang Shan described is the Meat-Winged Monster.

Xiang Beifei understood.

The Moon God Race has two forms. When they show their murderous intent, they reveal their true form as Meat-Winged Monsters resembling toads with long wings and horns. Normally, they disguise themselves as holy white birdmen.

To control the Human Race, they first have part of them transform into the ferocious image of the Meat-Winged Monster to attack the village, then let another part appear in a holy form to repel the so-called "Netherworld Evil Spirits", making the captive Human Race genuinely grateful to these holy deities.

This self-directed and self-acted drama, they perform quite well.

It seems necessary to let these humans realize the connection between the Meat-Winged Monsters and the birdmen.

But Xiang Beifei was not in a hurry. He first needed to determine what exactly the Meat-Winged Monsters intended by keeping these humans captive, and how they treated the Human Race here, and then find the Source of the Netherworld to make those Meat-Winged Monsters pay the price!

——

In order to help his amnesiac son remember this place, Jiang Shan took Xiang Beifei for a tour around the entire Pan Mountain Valley, introducing every place clearly with the hope that his son might recall something.

"This is the place you used to play often when you were young. You were relatively skinny and more agile than your peers, climbing faster than anyone else, so everyone gave you the nickname Xiao Houzi." Jiang Shan said, pointing at a steep rock wall.

On this cliff face, there were many uneven rocks, and several youths were gathered on the cliff practicing climbing. Climbing was a skill that men in the tribe had to master from a young age, because knowing how to climb increased the chances of survival when encountering a desolate beast in the wild.

Jiang Shan looked at Xiang Beifei expectantly, asking: "Do you remember anything?"

Xiang Beifei shook his head.

Disappointment flickered in Jiang Shan's eyes.

"Monkey Brother, it's Monkey Brother!" A boy of about ten discovered Xiang Beifei and waved excitedly at him.

"Monkey Brother! Monkey Brother! Come over here! Teach us how to climb!" Another little girl shouted happily.

Monkey Brother?

Xiang Beifei touched his chin; the nickname was indeed peculiar.

Jiang Shan said: "Why don't you go have a look? You used to enjoy playing here, maybe it will help you remember something."

Xiang Beifei shook his head.

Climbing was not suited for him.

Not because he couldn't climb, but because it was too easy.

He could climb without using hands or feet.

But the group of children surrounded and clung to him, indicating that Jiang Hou previously got along well with the village children, and many of them were quite fond of him.

"Monkey Brother, please teach us!" A little girl with her hair in a high bun pleaded naively, holding Xiang Beifei's hand.

Xiang Beifei suddenly noticed a fine white mark on the girl's arm, resembling a crescent moon. This mark radiated a familiar aura, faintly revealing a hint of holy light!

He looked up at the other children and found they all had one.

Xiang Beifei slightly frowned.

Jiang Shan sternly said to the group of children: "Xiao Houzi was injured yesterday and hasn't fully recovered. He's not suitable for climbing right now. You'll be taught in a few days. Make sure to practice hard and no slacking!"

His words carried authority, as he was indeed a powerful figure in the tribe. The children shrank back, stuck out their tongues, and didn't dare persist further, reluctantly leaving.

Jiang Shan led Xiang Beifei forward, soon reaching a spacious terrain like a practice ground, with many young boys training in martial arts.

They practiced simple punches, but each focused intently on hitting with force, their punches cutting through the air seriously.

"This is our village's martial practice field. Boys aged ten and up train here in the Moon God Fist," Jiang Shan said.

"Moon God Fist?" Xiang Beifei raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, it's said to be a martial art passed down by the great Divine Lord, granted to us for self-defense purposes. Everyone in the tribe knows this martial art, even you have learned it——"

Jiang Shan hesitated here and said, "You didn't like this martial art before, and I had to supervise your practice. You don't remember this?"

Xiang Beifei shook his head slightly.

"That's unacceptable. Everything else can be forgotten, but not this. The Moon God Fist is our sole reliance against desolate beasts." Jiang Shan said sternly.

Xiang Beifei watched the youths practicing and noticed something unusual. Some faint white light would emanate from their bodies during the Moon God Fist practice, barely perceptible unless closely observed.

The light flowed from their arms to their entire body before returning to their arms again.

Their arms all bore a white crescent mark, about an inch long and very thin, similar to those of the younger children but more noticeable.

Xiang Beifei looked at Jiang Shan's arm and noticed a white mark there as well, his mark, however, was almost circular rather than crescent-shaped.

"What's this?" Xiang Beifei asked, pointing at the white mark.

Jiang Shan glanced at the white mark on his arm and explained: "This? It's the blessing of the Moon God. We are all servants of the Moon God; as a race at the lowest end of the food chain, and unable to cultivate, the Moon God bestowed us with the moonprint, enabling us to cultivate and granting us the ability to resist desolate beasts."