Chapter 6 Bone Pneuma

  For Shi Zhixuan and the two, Jian Qing was just a slight nod, and under the guidance of Gu Feng, he sat at the top of the main hall. Immediately after that, several Heifeng tribe girls presented bamboo leaf hot springs, and Gu Feng's six people sat down opposite Xiao Yi's nine people. For a while, the atmosphere in the entire Qingzhu Great Hall became somewhat solemn.

  Jian Qing's expression remained unchanged, his spirit was elegant and refined, his eyes were warm and gentle, his black hair was casually scattered, even when sitting upright, there was a kind of untamed temperament emanating from him.

  Jian Qing was born without opening his mouth, and Xiao Yi and others also had no one to open their mouths. Only the hot spring on the bamboo table beside him was surrounded by white mist, with a refreshing fragrance filling his nostrils, but no one picked it up.

  The time it took to finish a cup of tea passed quickly, Xiao Yi slightly furrowed his brow, he couldn't quite see through this person's thoughts, about the Lei Jianbing department, and even this vast land, he knew too little, as for now, it was impossible to judge, however, looking at it now, whether it was a great era of technology or this ancient land, there were always rules and hierarchies, or rather, the strong could break through these constraints and reorder them.

  Half a stick of incense later, Jian Qing Sheng finally spoke up, putting down the stone bowl in his hand.

  "As for the ancient battlefield hidden in the Pan Lei mountain range, I hope you can hand over the gains from fifty years ago to the Lei Jianbing Department. From then on, every fifty years, your three major blood departments will have five quotas to enter this ancient battlefield, and the gains obtained thereafter will also belong to your three major blood departments."

  Jian Qing's voice fell, and except for the six people of Gu Feng, several people in Shi Zhi Xuan changed color slightly. Xiao Yi's heart sank, this was going to make him hand over the "Barbaric Elephant Great Strength Technique".

  "Of course, my Thunder Sword Battalion will provide compensation to all of you, whether it's the martial arts or the war tactics. My Thunder Sword Battalion will exchange them with goods of equal value." Jian Qing's gaze was calm as he swept his eyes over everyone, "And the martial arts and battle tactics that all of you have learned, as long as you guarantee not to spread them further, my Thunder Sword Battalion will not pursue this matter."

  Upon hearing this, Huo He's expression eased slightly. As a result, the Fire Mountain Tribe didn't suffer any losses and instead gained an advanced martial art technique for free. However, from now on, entering that ancient battlefield would be restricted. Had Lei Jian Bing discovered something? Huo He didn't believe that Qing Sheng had come here without reason; if it were just an ordinary ancient battlefield, someone of his status wouldn't need to lower himself to visit this place.

  Shi Zhuan didn't speak, Shi Hu and Qian Fu looked at each other, but their gaze fell on Xiao Yi. They knew that before Shi Gong left, he had handed over the black beast skin with the imprint of the "Barbarian Elephant Great Strength Technique" and the "Blood Volume" to Xiao Yi.

  At this moment, Gu Feng smiled and said: "Since Sword Qing Sheng has spoken, our Hei Feng tribe is willing to offer the quasi-soul sword we obtained earlier."

  Jian Qing nodded and said calmly: "You understand, that's good. This is not my personal opinion, but the intention of the entire Ministry of War. So, whatever objections you have, put them in your heart."

  At this point, Jian Qing didn't say another word, but everyone understood that the matter had already been decided and could no longer be changed.

  Buzz!

  The next moment, the ancient wind's empty hand grasped, and a dark red long knife appeared in his hand. The knife had scars of battle on it. As soon as it appeared, a sharp and scorching aura burst out, distorting the air in the entire hall. The long knife hummed, as if it possessed spirituality.

  "Good sword."

  Jian Qing's eyes shone with a faint light, he stretched out his hand and grasped the long knife, and it was as if there was no movement at all. The ancient wind was pale-faced, obviously having erased the spiritual imprint on the long knife.

  Then, only to see his index finger lightly tapping on the blade a few times, it actually made a metallic ringing sound, and afterwards, the long knife's sharpness disappeared, as if it had transformed into an ordinary battle knife, without any reaction.

  A chill ran through his heart, and Gu Feng suddenly had a deeper understanding of the young man's cultivation in front of him. To subdue an Accurate Soul Soldier so easily, even he himself had spent three days to barely gain its recognition and obtain the permission of the newly born soldier soul within the knife, leaving behind a spiritual imprint.

  "Red Dragon!" Huo He growled in a low voice.

  He nodded, and the Red Dragon took out a piece of fiery red python scales from his bosom. The python scales were as big as a palm, with a set of military tactics densely carved on it. On the back of the python scales, there was also a picture of a flame python. The whole piece of python scales was crystal clear like jade, emitting a faint and ancient aura.

  A hint of strange color flashed in his eyes, and Jian Qing stretched out his hand to catch the python scales, which fell into his hands. He gazed at them for a moment, then shook his head and said: "What a pity! The creator of this martial art wanted to imprint the spirit of the flame python, but couldn't find a true two-star flame python on the verge of transforming into a dragon. This Flame Python Fist is just a shell without any real meaning; otherwise, it wouldn't be just a quasi-first-rate technique and could have taken its place among the top-notch martial arts."

  After a moment of observation, Jian Qing Sheng put down the python scales and looked at Shi Zhi Xuan, saying: "I remember you, Shi Zhi Xuan, head of the Shi family. Four years ago, you came to my Lei Jian Bing Department seeking a breakthrough, I didn't expect that after four years, you have indeed broken through to the Tempering Bone Realm. It seems that soon, your department will have the qualifications to upgrade to a mid-level Blood Department. I also heard that fifty years ago, your department obtained a fragment of a top-notch military secret in an ancient battlefield, but unfortunately, no one has been able to cultivate it successfully. Since Shi Zhi Xuan, you have upgraded to the Tempering Bone Realm, I can take charge and exchange a complete top-notch military secret with you, which can be considered as a belated gift from my Lei Jian Bing Department."

  Top-notch martial arts!

  Jian Qing's words shocked both Huo He and Gu Feng, the two clan leaders. Their two major bloodlines didn't have a single top-notch martial art. Generally speaking, lower-level bloodlines found it difficult to possess top-notch martial arts because they lacked the necessary foundation. Reaching the level of a top-notch martial art was equivalent to being half a sage, requiring deep roots and a long period of time before one could create something under the right circumstances.

  It can be imagined that after obtaining a first-class military strategy, the Bloodstone Tribe will soon become a mid-level blood tribe. It's not a fragment like the Barbarian Elephant Great Strength Strategy, but a truly complete first-class military strategy.

  Xiao Yi remained still, but Shi Hu's heart skipped a beat. He transmitted his voice in a low tone, "Xiao Yi!"

  His face expressionless, Xiao Yi took out a black beast skin from his bosom. The beast skin was simple and unadorned, with a fierce elephant pattern branded on it. A green-scaled elephant was depicted with its head thrown back in a mighty roar, every small scale visible in clear detail. Jian Qing looked at him for a moment, then reached out an empty hand to grab the skin, but it only quivered slightly and remained clutched in Xiao Yi's grasp.

  Jian Qing was unperturbed, quietly watching Xiao Yi without saying a word. Qian Yuan's face tightened, but Jian Qing's gaze was inaudible, the gap between them too great. With a deliberate effort, he would be unable to escape.

  Shi Zhixuan sat at the end, as if he hadn't seen everything in front of him. Huohe and a few others furrowed their brows, while Gufeng and six others were also silent. The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat unbearable.

  "I want to keep it." After a few breaths, Xiao Yi's voice sounded, he raised his eyes, without any evasion, staring straight at Jian Qing Sheng, with a serious look in his eyes.

  "Okay."

  Jian Qing nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery without any disguise. He chuckled and said, "But not now."

  "Alright." As if he hadn't seen the color in Jian Qing's eyes, Xiao Yi loosened his grip, and the black leather strap rose up and fell into Jian Qing's hand.

  This time, Jian Qing didn't look back, he stood up and walked towards the outside of the Green Bamboo Grand Hall, with laughter echoing in the distance.

  "If there is that day, I, Qing Yun, will be waiting in the Thunder Sword Army to pay respects to Your Majesty!"

  Shi Hu Qianfu's face turned ugly, and Gan Yuan Qianfu let out a low shout: "Tribe leader!"

  He shook his head and didn't look at Qianyuan Sanren, Shi Zixuan stood up and left. The patriarch of the Gufeng clan signaled, and immediately a qianfu leader came forward to lead the way.

  "Your grandfather's, you're scared!" Huo Lian Qi gazed at Xiao Yi, a cold smile spreading across the corner of his mouth.

  Xiao Yi didn't say a word and stood up, walking towards the outside of the palace. Chi Long looked at his back, his eyes shifting, unsure what he was thinking.

  Half an hour later, in Qingzhu Village, in a corner, there was an old bamboo building.

  Xiao Yi and Shi Zhi Xuan stood on the top of the building, on a cluster of green bamboo, watching the many Black Wind Tribe people below who were busy, with smoke curling up from their cooking. From above, these Black Wind Tribe people looked like clusters of black dots, densely packed, moving about on the ground.

  "Do you know why I didn't speak up?" Shi Zixuan gazed into the distance, where the thick dark clouds had dispersed, revealing a sunny sky that shone through the clouds, casting a golden glow over the green mountains.

  Xiao Yi nodded slightly, and he too gazed into the distance for a long time.

  "I didn't let go because I was afraid, but because I knew that the current me couldn't change anything. I promised Shi Gong that at least I would protect this peaceful place, and I am not alone."

  A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Xiao Yi took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Although I have lost now, but the most unpredictable thing in this world is time. Life is for fighting, and also being trampled on. Because time moves forward, never looking back, but there will be a day when someone will see that it's not about how much backbone Xiao Yi has, but just to tell everyone that what I, Xiao Yi, have lost, must be taken back."

  Turning around, Shi Zhi Xuan looked deeply at Xiao Yi, then he burst out laughing loudly, without any restraint, the sound waves rolling, instantly spreading throughout the entire Qing Zhu Village.

  At this moment, in the central area of Qingzhai Village, a newly built Qingzhu Courtyard had a lush green bamboo forest. Under one of the bamboos, Jian Qing sat cross-legged with his purple long sword placed horizontally on his knees. He suddenly opened his eyes and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.