Yang Jian placed the jade gourd on the short table with a solemn expression. He opened the mouth of the gourd and carefully drew out the turbid aura inside.
The Maguspriest watched carefully from the side. The Maguspriest had long discovered the mystical nature of Yang Jian's mystic technique. However, his pride prevented him from asking.
Yang Jian pinched the wisp of Earth Qi on his fingertips and thought hard. Then, he absorbed the wisp of Earth Qi into his body and carefully experienced it.
Soon, he understood the predicament of the Wu people.
What was Earth Qi?
God Pangu created the world. The clear Qi rose to the sky, and the turbid Qi fell to the earth. The Earth Qi that the Wu people relied on to survive was the turbid Qi of the earth.
The clear Qi was very beneficial to the cultivation of the Essence Soul, and the turbid Qi was very beneficial to the cultivation of the physical body.
Why did immortals always like to live in the mountains? That was the reason.
He had never heard of immortals who liked to live in big holes in the ground, unless they were in some grotto-heavens.
The earth was constantly emitting turbid Qi. When the Wu people prospered, they spread across the five continents of the Primordial World. They stood on the ground and were invincible. They fought with the demons who were in charge of the Celestial Court for countless years.
Now, the reason why the Wu people were in such a predicament was because of Zu Wu, Gonggong.
Gonggong broke Mount Buzhou. After Mount Buzhou collapsed, the Saint had no choice but to take the Black Turtle of the North Continent. Its body turned into boundless miasma and polluted the entire North Continent.
After the Great Magi-Demon War, the rest of the Wu people moved to the North Continent, except for those who were hiding in the Netherworld.
After the battle between the Yellow Emperor and the Chi You, the human race had prospered. The Wu people had no choice but to swear a heavy oath that they would never step out of the North Continent again. That was why they were not killed by the human race.
However, the Earth Qi of the North Continent had been polluted by the miasma. Other than the remaining experts of the older generation, the new Wu people could not cultivate anymore …
Although the Wu people occupied half of the continent, their situation was more than a hundred times worse than the Demon Clan, who were struggling to survive in the cracks!
This was also the reason why the Maguspriest did not want Yang Jian to worry about it. Unless he was an omnipotent saint, who else could get rid of the miasma that had accumulated in the North Continent for countless years? If the miasma was not removed, how could the descendants of the Wu people cultivate?
Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao always left him a chance of survival.
After Chi You was defeated, a small portion of the Half-Magi remained. They were at the border between the North Continent and the Middle Continent. They fought with the demons for a small living space.
These Half Magi tribes could gather some Earth Qi, but due to the limitations of the Earth Veins, it was very difficult to gather Earth Qi.
Even so, the Wu people's tribe managed to survive and nurture a few descendants of the Wu people.
However, the Half-Magi, who originally worshiped the Wu people, felt that the Wu people were just fighters that they had "raised" with the Earth Qi. They were becoming more and more disrespectful.
"I see." Yang Jian handed the jade gourd to the Maguspriest. The latter did not reject it. His expression was a little bitter.
"Ah, if my old friend saw this scene," Yang Jian sighed and sat there. He began to ponder, wanting to think of some countermeasures for the Wu people and improve the environment slightly.
He would just treat it as returning a favor to the Lady of Earth.
With the Half-Magus woman around, Yang Jian naturally would not mention the Lady of Earth's name. He was afraid that she would be rude.
"Thank you for your trouble, sir," the Maguspriest said to Yang Jian gratefully. This old magus had lived for too long. He could naturally tell at a glance if Yang Jian was sincerely thinking for the Wu people.
Yang Jian shook his head and thought about it repeatedly. However, he was stuck in a dead end.
The Wu people could not leave the North Continent. The miasma in the North Continent had polluted the earth meridians. Only a Saint could remove the miasma, but a Saint would not do it for no reason.
"Is there any treasure that can resolve some of the miasma in this place?"
"The miasma in this place is formed by the resentment of the Black Turtle. The Black Turtle was born when the world was created," the Maguspriest said.
"It's not to get rid of the miasma in the North Continent," Yang Jian said. "You only need to use a treasure to purify this place and the earth meridians underground … Or, you can collect the Earth Qi that carries the miasma and purify it with a treasure …"
The Maguspriest asked, "What is the Earth Qi?"
"Naturally, it's the turbidity of the world … I see. If you can resolve the miasma, the turbidity will also be turned into clear air."
Yang Jian was enlightened. Then, he slapped his forehead and shook his head with a bitter smile.
That was indeed a difficult problem.
"Actually …" The Maguspriest looked at Yang Jian with a troubled expression. He wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "If the Maguspriest has a way, just tell me. Although my abilities are weak now, it's not impossible for me to soar in the future. "
"Actually, there are two ways to resolve this situation." The Maguspriest looked at Yang Jian and said in a low voice, "I know of a treasure that can absorb the miasma, but it will not destroy the Earth Qi."
"What is it?"
"It's the Dragon Pearl of an ancient mystical beast. It's a three-headed Jade Wave Flood Dragon that has transformed into a dragon … The three-headed Jade Wave Flood Dragon was born by absorbing miasma. After transforming into a dragon, the Dragon Pearl only absorbs miasma."
Yang Jian's eyes lit up. "Then, can't we just kill a flood dragon?"
"This ancient mystical beast once wreaked havoc. The Dragons cherished their luck and sent experts to exterminate these Jade Wave Flood Dragons." The Maguspriest sighed. "The experts of my clan went to the Dragon Palace to ask for the Dragon Pearl of this flood dragon. However, they were told that the Dragon Pearl had been destroyed by the Dragons … they were afraid of karma."
Yang Jian was speechless. This matter was back to his father-in-law.
Wait a minute … three-headed Jade Wave Flood Dragon?
Why did Yang Jian vaguely remember that in the legends of later generations, Erlang Shen's weapon, the three-pointed, double-edged sword, was formed from the corpse of a flood dragon that had wreaked havoc?
Faintly, could it be that they wanted him to help the Sorcerer Tribe?
"To be honest, I have some friendship with the Dragons." Yang Jian said. "I'll go to the East Sea Dragon Palace later to ask if there are still three Jade Wave Flood Dragons left in this world."
The Maguspriest was not too excited. There was only some relief on his wrinkled old face. He nodded gently and said, "If you can find this thing, the Wu people will definitely thank you."
"There's no need to thank me. Just treat me as the empress …" Yang Jian paused and said directly, "Do something for my sister. What's the other way? "
The Maguspriest sighed. "The younger generations of my clan are all pure-blooded Mysterious Underworld descendants. As long as they cultivate a little, they will be able to reproduce the might of the Wu people in the past. They are brave and good at fighting. They can break through all attacks and win every battle … Unfortunately, if you want to expel them from the Wu people, you need to find someone you can trust. "
Hearing the Maguspriest's words, the 'bold' chief of the half-witch tribe next to him was shocked and looked at the Maguspriest in disbelief.
"Great, Maguspriest? What are you talking about? "The half-witch stuttered." You want to give away pure-blooded Wu people? This can't be done! Why don't you let them enter my tribe? I'm willing to provide 30,000 years of Earth Energy for this place! "
"Hmph!" The Maguspriest snorted coldly. "What I'm talking about is someone who can be trusted."
"I'm your great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter!" The half-witch pounded her chest. "Why should I help this outsider!? Is it because he's handsome? "
Yang Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at the Maguspriest in surprise.
Although the Maguspriest spoke tactfully, the meaning behind his words was obvious. He wanted to hand over the young Wu people who were trapped here to him …
Why?
Just because he has the aura of Goddess Houtu?
No … A person's heart shouldn't be like this. Even if the Wu people were as naive as Daon, they shouldn't be so rash.
Yang Jian looked at the Maguspriest and asked, "Am I someone you can trust?"
"If I can't trust you, who else can I trust in the Three Realms?" The Maguspriest sighed slowly and revealed the secret that Yang Jian didn't know.
"I'm afraid you don't know what the heart blood that your sister gave you is. With the heart blood, even if you turn into ashes, it can still escort your soul to my sister. "
"For a drop of heart blood, your sister needs to spend 10,000 years of cultivation and lose 10% of her blood essence. But as long as she's safe, the heart blood can't be destroyed. "
Yang Jian was slightly shocked. He suddenly stood up, stared at the Maguspriest, and subconsciously lowered his voice. "How do you know about the heart blood!?"
He didn't even tell his master Yuding about it! Of course, it was also because Yuding Zhenren didn't ask.
The Maguspriest raised his hand and pointed gently. The tent suddenly fell into a state of stagnation. Daon, the two Wu people women, and the barbarian leader of the half-witch tribe were all motionless.
Yang Jian raised his hand and waved it, as if he was touching water …
Stagnation of time and space?
This divine ability was a little too frightening!
Yang Jian now knew that the Maguspriest he had been facing was not just a simple Daira cultivator. He might have already entered the Sage-to-be and was one of the few mighty people in the world!
The Maguspriest raised his trembling hand and pointed again. A white shadow flew out of Yang Jian's heart and turned into the appearance of a beautiful woman. She stood in front of Yang Jian and looked at the Maguspriest quietly.
The Maguspriest's eyes were suddenly blurred with tears. He got up and directly knelt down and kowtowed, saying 'ancestor'.
So she had been …
Before Yang Jian could say anything, the white shadow turned into a drop of blood again and drilled into Yang Jian's heart.
The Maguspriest wiped the corners of his eyes and gave Yang Jian an ugly smile before sitting back down. With a wave of his hand, the feeling of stagnation disappeared. Other than Daon, who blinked violently, the other three Witch Ladies only felt a little dazed.
"How many young people from the Wu people do you need me to bring out of this place?" Yang Jian asked directly.
The Maguspriest said warmly, "My Xuanming tribe has given birth to 200 people in the past 10,000 years. They have reached the stage where they don't have enough earth energy and are about to collapse. There are also a few tribes left behind by our ancestors living in seclusion in various parts of the North Continent. There is a total of 1,200 of them. "
This meant that the people who were born 10,000 years ago had almost all turned into skeletons and died of old age due to the lack of earth energy to cultivate.
One thousand two hundred? Was this number a coincidence, or did the Maguspriest say it on purpose?
Yang Jian was silent again as he looked at the Maguspriest.
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