Chapter 399

The old man's words were cold, carrying a touch of murderous intent.

There was even more malevolent Qi instinctively spreading, combined with his serious expression and implied ferocity, the deterrence was immense.

Xu Qing felt that this old man was also of Nascent Soul cultivation, but seemed stronger in aura than Sick Ghost, so he nodded.

"Very good." The old man looked at Xu Qing, his laughter also carrying gloominess.

"Sick Ghost relies on his characteristic of coexisting with the Saint-Lan Clan's poison, always releasing poison, yet his own knowledge of the poison path is only half-baked. The Sword-Bearers of this generation are very good!"

"Your name is Xu Qing, right? Come here. As a reward for poisoning Sick Ghost, I allow you to assist me in explaining the Myriad Clans."

Xu Qing stood up and walked forward until he reached the old man's side, standing solemnly.

The old man moved his gaze away from Xu Qing and looked at the crowd in the hall.

"You can call me Ghost Hand. I am responsible for explaining to you the characteristics and fatal points of some common Myriad Clans."

Qing Qiu instinctively glanced at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing focused his mind. He felt a rich bloody smell on this old man, and at the same time noticed that Kong Xianglong's reverence exceeded that which he had for Sick Ghost just now.

While Xu Qing was thoughtful, Kong Xianglong's voice transmission reached his ears.

"Pawn."

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed. He knew the meaning of "pawn"; this represented that the old man in front of him came from the Criminal Prison Division.

At the same time, his interest in the content the other party was about to explain greatly increased.

Previously, when he was at the Seven Blood Eyes Capture Demon Division, he had dealt with some foreign clans on the Forbidden Sea and knew that many clans had body structures that were vastly different from the human race, which made their fatal points different.

Like the Guiyou Clan, and for example, the Starfish Clan, both were like this.

"The Yanmiao Clan, this clan is born under the sun and naturally exists within Qi. There seem to be no fatal wounds, but in fact, their whole body is one. You need to use wind-type techniques to urge them..."

"Xu Qing, catch it well."

The old man spoke indifferently, raised his right hand and waved it, and suddenly a piece of cold ice appeared in front of him, floating in front of Xu Qing.

Xu Qing immediately raised his hand and caught it.

At such a close distance, he could feel it more clearly than others.

This ice was transparent, and a wisp of smoke could be faintly seen sealed inside.

"To deal with the Yanmiao Clan, you can also be simpler, like me, and freeze them up."

After introducing the Yanmiao Clan, the old man flicked his sleeves, put away the cold ice, and continued to introduce other clans.

"The Cloth-Hair Clan, the characteristic of this clan is that their innate talent can turn enemies into cloth dolls. The fatal wound is their third finger, where the life pulse is located."

The old man waved his hand again, and a small, thin corpse appeared in front of him, also floating in front of Xu Qing, controlled by Xu Qing's techniques, rotating the corpse according to the old man's requirements.

This corpse was green all over, with a single horn on its head, and was naked and wrinkled all over.

"Xu Qing, find his third finger."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing immediately raised the corpse's right hand, revealing the third finger that was half-shattered, facing all the Sword-Bearers.

"And the Double-Faced Clan, a close relative branch of the Saint-Demon Clan."

"Due to the alliance, the Saint-Demon Clan cannot be killed indiscriminately, but the Double-Faced Clan can. Like the Saint-Demon Clan, they have strong physical bodies. The fatal wound is to find the moment when their two faces rotate to form a diagonal, and strike hard at the center of the double-faced brow."

The old man waved his hand again and took out a Double-Faced Clan corpse more than two zhang tall. It could be seen that fresh blood was still dripping from his brow.

Xu Qing perceived it more clearly; he saw that the wound on these two faces was a sword mark, a sword piercing the entire skull, penetrating both brows.

The surrounding Sword-Bearers all had solemn expressions, each becoming more serious, not distracted in the slightest, focusing their minds to listen.

And in the following time, the old man described hundreds of foreign clans. Every time he explained, he would take out a specimen of that clan, and every specimen seemed to have died not long ago.

Some were even alive, and were directly beheaded at the fatal point by the old man in front of everyone.

Gradually, the bloody smell in the hall became rich.

In this process, Xu Qing gained a lot.

He not only saw clearly and perceived thoroughly, but could also sense many details.

"The last one is the Near-Immortal Clan." When the old man said this, he grinned, seemingly happy with the previous killings, and took out a wine gourd and drank a large mouthful.

"Those you saw before were all found and killed by me outside in the past few months for this lesson. Each of them has cruelly slaughtered our human cultivators many times, and even Sword-Bearers have been tortured to death by them. All of them are wanted by the Sword-Bearing Palace."

"I am very happy that there are no pedantic people in this batch of yours who feel sympathy for foreign clans after seeing half of it. In the early years, such idiots occasionally existed."

"And the Near-Immortal Clan is not easy to handle. This one was brought out by me from the Criminal Prison Division. Unfortunately, like the Saint-Demon Clan, it cannot be killed." The old man said, and with a wave of his hand, a Near-Immortal Clan cultivator appeared in front of everyone.

This Near-Immortal Clan cultivator was unconscious, floating in the middle of the hall.

"See clearly, the Near-Immortal Clan has similarities with the human race, but they have five hearts. This is their strength, and their regenerative ability is very strong. There are few fatal wounds. Compared to the heart, I personally feel that their kidneys are more fatal."

"Of course, I suggest that if you encounter them in the future, you can try to dismember them, so that you can be foolproof."

"What I said are the physical fatal points of each clan. As cultivators, there are also many differences due to different techniques. These require you to judge on the spot."

"For the Near-Immortal Clan, there is one more thing I want to remind you: the Immortal Puppets of the Near-Immortal Clan are stronger than their clansmen. Those are killing evil objects made entirely for battle."

"Each Immortal Puppet is at least at the Nascent Soul level. I don't know the details of the production process, but I know that they are refined alive from living Near-Immortal clansmen. The steps can be imagined how cruel they are, and the purpose is to stimulate their resentment and madness, thereby cooperating with some special foreign substances to produce the ability to invade all things."

After speaking, the old man put away the Near-Immortal Clan cultivator and took another large mouthful of wine before standing up.

"It's a pity that I can't dismember this Near-Immortal clansman in front of you. The three clans have an alliance treaty, one of which stipulates that if criminals of the three parties commit crimes in other clans and are caught, they can only be detained for at most ten years, and then must be transferred back to their own clan."

"The Saint-Demon Clan is like this, the Near-Immortal Clan is like this, and our human race is also like this."

The old man shook his head, ignored the crowd, and walked out.

Xu Qing also returned to the desk and sat cross-legged.

At this moment, it was already afternoon outside, approaching dusk, and the evening glow arrived early, reflecting on the firmament in wisps.

As the evening glow increased, a figure walked into the Sword-Bearing Palace.

This was an old man, wearing a green robe, with white hair, bright eyes, and a sense of elegance was very obvious on him.

As he walked, all the Sword-Bearers who saw him bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Lord County Chancellor."

In the County Capital, the Palace Masters of the three major palaces are the power holders second only to the County Governor, and below this level is the County Chancellor.

The County Chancellor had a smile on his face, walking all the way to the Hall of Learning, looking at the palace groups around him on the way, and smilingly transmitted words to the Sword-Bearer accompanying him.

"Thinking about the last time I came here was ten years ago. Yesterday, I heard the County Governor say that the newly promoted Sword-Bearers of the Sword-Bearing Palace this time are very good. I just happened to take the opportunity of giving a lecture to come and see the outstanding talents of our human race."

Accompanying the County Chancellor was the head of the four major stewards of the Sword-Bearing Palace. He smiled upon hearing this.

"These kids still need tempering. Lord County Chancellor is learned and knowledgeable. If you can give them a little guidance, it will be their great fortune."

The County Chancellor nodded happily, following the Sword-Bearing Palace steward all the way to the Hall of Learning.

The moment he walked in, everyone in the hall saw the steward coming in person and stood up to bow. Xu Qing also did the same, looking at the two who walked in.

"This is the County Chancellor of our Fenghai County. Next, the history of the human race and how to save oneself through herbs and trees in danger will be explained to you by the County Chancellor."

The steward spoke solemnly.

"Lord County Chancellor is virtuous and kind, with immeasurable merit. Six years ago, he improved the White Elixir and developed the Plain Elixir. The effect of this elixir in dissipating foreign substances has increased by more than double. This is a great virtuous act, making the people of the County Capital suffer much less from the torment of foreign substances."

When the steward said this, he cupped his fists toward the County Chancellor.

The County Chancellor returned the salute and sighed.

"It cannot be called immeasurable merit. The cultivation of herbs for the Plain Elixir takes time. Now it can only be provided to the people of the County Capital. If it can be popularized to all thirteen counties of the county and even the entire territory of the human race, it can be considered merit."

"My lord is humble." The steward respectfully transmitted the words, then said goodbye and left. Until he walked out of the Hall of Learning, the County Chancellor, who was watched by Xu Qing and others, smiled and walked to the upper seat, sat down, and spoke warmly.

"Sit down, everyone. Your steward's praise is too much. I am just a scholar."

The crowd bowed respectfully and then sat down, looking up at the County Chancellor in front.

Xu Qing looked at the other party and felt an aura similar to Master Bai and the Great Elder of the Sword-Bearing Court on this County Chancellor, which made him instinctively have a good impression.

Especially the mention of the Plain Elixir earlier made him interested, and he prepared to buy one to study later.

And the County Chancellor's lecture was also very interesting. He explained the history of the human race to everyone, from the glory of the Ancient Emperor Xuanyou, the worship of the Myriad Clans on the Wanggu Continent, until the arrival of the God's Remnant Face and the Great Catastrophe of Wanggu.

Afterwards, he focused on the successive Human Emperors in this era after the God's Remnant Face.

Some of them were muddled, some were wise, some tried to revitalize the human race, and some were content with the status quo.

"In the 37,938th year of the Dongsheng Calendar, the Dongsheng Human Emperor was fond of great achievements, ignored advice, and used the strength of the entire clan to go to war with the Yanyue Xuantian Clan. This battle was a great defeat. The accumulation of our human race for tens of thousands of years was washed away, and countless sons were buried in foreign lands. Since then, the national strength has been unable to recover, becoming a turning point for our human race to set like the sun, historically known as the Xuantian Change."

"In the 21,435th year of the Sheng-Tian Calendar, a series of consequences of the Xuantian Change accumulated and erupted. In ten thousand years, our human race lost thirty-nine domains of land, and billions of human people were displaced, becoming slaves of foreign clans, scattered all over Wanggu."

"These people scattered in foreign clan areas, generation after generation, do not know their own clan while alive, and do not know where their home is when they die. Among them, those slightly better can still form small countries, but they also face enslavement and destruction at all times."

"Until the Jingyun Calendar many years later, our human race had an opportunity to take off. The Jingyun Human Emperor was wise, and there was a small country in the Ziqing Domain that rose against the heavens, occupying a domain of land."

"This country was named Ziqing. Its country lord was ordinary, but its Crown Prince was peerless and heaven-defying, hailed as the first outstanding talent of the human race after the God's Remnant Face. He was born carrying the luck of the human race. The moment he was born, all forbidden areas on the Wanggu Continent let out wails, and foreign blood flowed, spreading outside each forbidden area."

"Later research believes that he was a self-rescue of this vast world of the Wanggu Continent, gathering the power of one world, just to let him descend to heaven and earth. He was given the mission of unifying Wanggu."

"This Ziqing Crown Prince, who could suppress an era, looked at the Jingyun Human Emperor from north to south. With the joint efforts of the two, he finally stabilized our human race from the situation of constantly losing territory."

"At this time, the human race still had three domains and twenty-seven counties. The Ziqing Great Domain inside is right under our feet, which is the current Saint-Lan Great Domain!"

"Then, this peerless heaven-defying talent, he fell."

"He fell on the land of the Ziqing Upper Country. All those who participated in the killing of the Myriad Clans were amazing people, and there were even sleeping gods of the earth who took action, and the Jingyun Human Emperor could not reinforce in time. Since then... there is no Ziqing in the world, and that peerless heaven-defying talent finally died in battle on a continent overseas far away from here."

"On the day he died, the mountains of Wanggu shook as if shouting, and the billions of rivers flowed backward as if crying, and the God's Remnant Face in the firmament also opened its eyes for this."

"Until many years later, with the disappearance of Ziqing, with the Saint-Lan Great Duke being appointed as the Domain Lord, in the 12,578th year of the Daoshi Calendar, even if the Daoshi Human Emperor was wise and virtuous, everything was still changed. The Black Heaven Clan rose and invaded our human race!"

"The Daoshi Human Emperor personally led the expedition, and the whole clan resisted. It could have successfully repelled the Black Heaven Clan, but at the critical moment, the Saint-Lan Great Duke rebelled, handed over a domain to the Black Heaven, and even mixed his own blood into the Black Heaven's blood, turning against the human race!"

"After this battle, the human race lost two domains and twenty counties... historically known as the Saint-Lan Rebellion."

"From that moment on, the Ziqing Great Domain changed its name and was called Saint-Lan."

The County Chancellor's voice seemed to carry everyone into the river of time, where they witnessed the history of the human race over the years. The whole process was stirring, both passionate and sad.

"Just like this, the territory of our human race, from permeating the entire Wanggu, finally only left one domain and seven counties. Now it is the 2,931st year of the Xuanzhan Calendar. May our Xuanzhan Human Emperor reappear with holy light."

After speaking, the County Chancellor sighed.

"The future depends on you. I hope you inherit the ancient style and become Sword-Bearers who can truly protect the human race, rather than for your own selfish interests!"

The hall was silent, and everyone was silent.

Xu Qing lowered his head, his hands didn't know when they had already gripped tightly, gripped until his hands turned white, gripped until they had no feeling.