Godly Revival System: I Buy My Killer's Stats

Even though Chief Bonen is the current leader of the tribe, the Ancestor Skulnen, who was a chief before Chief Bonen, has more authority than Chief.

After reaching a certain age, a chief of any Hermit Tribe would give up on their role and enter a deep seclusion or slumber, depending on their goal.

If someone still wanted to try to break through to the Soul Transformation Realm, they would enter a deep seclusion and die in the process.

As for the other kind, they would just enter a deep slumber to stop ageing and live longer. Their goal was that, if, by chance, the tribe became powerful and found some high-level cultivation resources, they would use them for their breakthrough.

In short, they just wanted to preserve their lives, waiting for a fortuitous encounter.

Ancestor Skulnen was one such individual who didn't want to die while trying to break through to the Soul Transformation Realm and thus, entered a deep slumber.

So, seeing him in the hall, Chief Bonen and other Ancient Elders were shocked.

"Not only did you throw aside your pride as a Hermit Tribe's chief, but you are discussing things with a Golden Core Realm Cultivator? You should be ashamed."

Ancestor Skulnen, having reached the Perfected Nascent Soul Realm, was more powerful than Chief Bonen. So, while speaking, he released his cultivation aura towards Ethan to bring him down to his knees.

'So, I have to take care of this old skeleton to take over the Bonepiercer Tribe.'

As for Ethan, he didn't feel any suppression from Skulnen's cultivation presence; instead, he tried to understand his current situation.

Only by understanding the cultivation would he make a good plan to complete his mission.

'From the looks of it, this so-called Ancestor Skulnen has too much pride in his bones.' Ethan instantly realised the situation as the old skeleton-like man released his aura without restraint.

For others, the Golden Core Realm might be considered an impressive height of cultivation, but for someone like Skulnen, who had already stepped into the Perfected Nascent Soul Realm, they weren't even qualified to stand before him.

Not to mention, Ethan was not standing—he was calmly sitting right in front of him. That was more than enough for the Ancestor to be offended.

So, he didn't hold back and poured his full cultivation pressure onto Ethan, wanting to make him collapse and kneel.

'Looks like handling this old skeleton is much easier than Chief Bonen.' As for Ethan, he quickly saw through the old man's personality, his arrogance, and his weakness.

With just a little push in the right direction, this so-called Ancestor could become the key for Ethan to grasp the Bonepiercer Tribe. His eyes lit up with an idea.

"Ancestor, I have been waiting for you."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ethan stood up, and his voice was filled with utmost respect; his demeanour was calm and steady.

"This young one has long heard of your great name and was eagerly waiting to meet you. As a gift of respect, I have brought this small piece of Rank 10 Demonic Blood Dragon Bone."

At the same time, he took out a small piece of bone, blood-colored and glowing faintly with an ominous aura.

'Huh? Why… why can he still move so freely?' Skulnen's sunken eyes widened.

He had already released his full aura, but the young Golden Core cultivator was still speaking as though nothing weighed on his shoulders.

His composure was untouched, his breath steady. That alone shocked the Ancestor.

But then, his gaze fell on the object in Ethan's hand. The moment he saw the blood-colored bone, about a foot long, his pupils shrank to the size of a pin. His withered body trembled.

'T-That's…! It's really a Rank 10 Demonic Blood Dragon Bone?!'

In one breath, the Ancestor was shocked not once, not twice, but three consecutive times—first, Ethan's ability to withstand his aura, then his calm words, and finally, the blood-dragon bone itself.

Previously, Ancestor Skulnen had awakened from his deep slumber after feeling the presence of the Skull of the Demonic Blood Dragon.

However, before he could exactly gauge its strength, Ethan had kept it in his storage ring, cutting off that presence.

So, Ancestor Skulnen decided to come out of his seclusion and check what was going on, only to see that his successor, Chief Bonen, was trying to make a deal with some random Golden Core Realm Cultivator to become his subordinate.

After witnessing such a scene, he had momentarily forgotten the reason why he had walked out of his seclusion.

But when he saw the bone in Ethan's hand, Skulnen remembered.

"Is that for me?"

Moreover, he was unable to believe that the young cultivator in front of him was casually giving away such a high-grade material to him.

So, how could he not be shocked?

"Yes, Ancestor."

Ethan walked forward step by step, his expression neither hurried nor fearful, completely ignoring the crushing pressure of Ancestor Skulnen's cultivation presence.

Each of his steps echoed softly in the bone hall, yet for Chief Bonen and the Ancient Elders, every sound felt like a hammer striking their hearts.

Reaching Skulnen, Ethan gently placed the blood-colored bone into his withered hands and said,

"Even if you didn't ask, Ancestor, I would have requested you to test it yourself. Only then would Chief Bonen and the other Ancient Elders be free of doubts regarding the Demonic Blood Dragon Skull I showed earlier."

His tone was steady, but his eyes gleamed with a hidden sharpness.

'Perfect… with this, I won't even have to push him. He's walking into my trap himself.'

At the same time, Ethan was happy in his heart as things once again went smoothly for him, but he still prayed, 'Please heavens, don't give me another hurdle at the last moment.'

As for the Ancestor Skulnen, after taking one look at Ethan and then at the ominous bone in his hands, he fell into brief thought.

'Even if he tries something funny, there is no way a mere Golden Core brat could escape the enclave after harming me.

Moreover… my time is nearly up anyway. If this really is a Demonic Blood Dragon Bone, absorbing it will extend my life by a decade or two. That much alone is worth the gamble.'

Without another word, the old skeleton no longer hesitated. His bony fingers gripped the crimson shard, and he began absorbing the Bone Essence.

The moment the blood-colored energy entered the Ancestor Skulnen's body he started laughing like a maniac.

However, Ethan had no interest in that laughter; instead, he was fully focused on the series of system notifications he received.

[Special Talent: Gift of Eternal Pursuit has been activated]

[The target has been marked and can be sensed no matter where he hides]

[His battle prowess when fighting the host will decrease by 10%]

[The target has used the gift given by the host and activated the full effects of the Special Talent]

[His battle prowess when fighting the host will decrease by 50%]

'Good… now subduing the Bonepiercer Tribe will be child's play.'

Ethan's lips curved upward into a victorious smile.

That's right!

The reason Ethan casually gave away such a high-grade cultivation material was not because he was generous, but because it served his true purpose.

It was a deliberate move to weaken Ancestor Skulnen's battle prowess.

'There is no way an old man who is one step into the grave would reject a Rank 10 Cultivation Material that could nourish him.'

Moreover, Ethan was confident in his plan, knowing it would succeed thanks to the extraordinary grade of the item.

He instantly pulled out a Life Card and aimed it at the Ancestor.

"Battle Space Card—activate."

'Kacha'

The glowing inscription on the card flared, and a ripple of energy swallowed them both.

'Swiish!'

'Swiishy!'

In the next instant, Ethan and Ancestor Skulnen vanished from the bone hall.

'....'

Witnessing the scene, the entire chamber fell into silence.

Chief Bonen's face turned pale as he muttered, "T-That card… what was that? How could it teleport the Ancestor who has the Perfected Nascent Soul Realm Cultivation?"

"Is it a Quasi-Divine Item?"

One of the Ancient Elders asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Another Ancient Elder slammed his hand against his bony throne, his voice trembling, "Impossible! How could a Golden Core brat possess something so rare?!"

Another elder's expression twisted in disbelief. "Ancestor Skulnen… he was laughing before disappearing. Does that mean the Demonic Blood Dragon Skull… was truly real?"

Shock, fear, and uncertainty spread among the Bonepiercer Tribe's leaders. For the first time, they realised—this young cultivator named Ethan was no ordinary outsider.

'Damn it… what is that Ethan trying to do?'

Unlike the Ancient Elders, Chief Bonen was worried about something: 'I really hope he won't do something that makes it impossible for me to join his Organisation.'

Even though Ethan caused the deaths of the Hermit Tribe Members, their lives were not comparable to the life of the Ancestor, who contributed his time to the tribe.

So, if Ethan kills Ancestor Skulnen, there is no way he could join the Organisation backing Ethan.

Even if he wanted to, the Ancient Elders wouldn't because half of the Ancient Elders were the disciples of the Ancestor Skulnen.

'Also, I am more sure that the Organisation backing Ethan is as powerful as the already established Organisations and, given enough time, they could become the rulers of the world.'

After seeing the card that Ethan used before disappearing, Chief Bonen was more confident about his decision to join the Abyssal Blood Dragon Hall.

Since it was still a newly created Organisation, joining it now would be the best thing they could do.

But whether he could join the Organisation or not, it would depend on Ethan's next actions.