Chapter 1500 - 1500 Remember, Guard Kunwu Well (4)
1500 Remember, Guard Kunwu Well (4)
At least 100,000 clansmen’s bloodline power had increased, and at least 10,000 Golden Crows had awakened their bloodline.
This was something that had never happened in 10,000 years.
This meant that the Great Sun Golden Crow had not abandoned the Golden Crow Tribe!
The Heavenly Dao still cared about the Golden Crows.
“Han Muye.” Looking at Han Muye, who was wearing grayish-black armor, Zhuo Yu sighed.
If not for the person in front of him, the battle situation today would be completely different.
“Patriarch Zhuo.” Han Muye’s expression was calm. He put away his armor, revealing a green martial robe.
Mu Changkong moved and landed beside Han Muye with a smile on his face.
“Come to my Zhuo Yuan Tribe. I’ll give you the position of Deputy Patriarch,” Zhuo Yu looked at Han Muye and said softly.
The deputy patriarch of the Zhuo Yuan Tribe!
Mu Changkong thought that Zhuo Yu would give him conditions to thank Han Muye, but he did not expect her to give him such tempting conditions.
After this battle, Zhuo Yuan’s forces had increased greatly. He ruled over millions of races and the various tribes listened to his orders.
Among the million-strong army here, there were so many clansmen who had awakened the Golden Crow bloodline. Their combat strength and realm could be looked forward to in the future.
In a thousand years, ten thousand years, Zhuo Yuan Tribe was bound to enter a rapidly advancing stage.
Moreover, for these large tribes, the true spirit powerhouses within the tribe could not personally handle everything.
After becoming the Deputy Patriarch of Zhuo Yuan Tribe, he was actually the Patriarch more often.
Zhuo Yu was in seclusion. The deputy patriarch had the final say in the clan.
Mu Changkong understood that Zhuo Yu had taken a fancy to Han Muye’s ability to communicate and plan.
Without Han Muye pulling strings and attracting the army of the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom, the battle would not have been as smooth as it was now.
Looking at Han Muye, Mu Changkong’s eyes revealed a trace of anxiety.
Why didn’t this guy agree to such a good thing quickly?
That was the position of deputy patriarch of Zhuo Yuan’s tribe!
“Thank you for your kind intentions, Patriarch Zhuo.” Han Muye shook his head.
His words made Mu Changkong’s expression change.
Zhuo Yu was also slightly stunned.
“I helped Zhuo Yuan Tribe escape because we’re both from the Golden Crow Tribe.
“I have no intention of going to Zhuo Yuan Tribe.”
Han Muye cupped his hands and turned to leave.
“Hey, you—” Mu Changkong wanted to stop him, but he didn’t know what to say. He could only shake his head, cupped his hands at Zhuo Yu, and turned to chase after Han Muye.
Zhuo Yu stood where he was and watched the two of them leave without saying anything else.
The other True Spirit Realm cultivators also turned to look at their backs.
“Impressive, carefree,” a black-robed old man whispered.
When he attacked, it was as fast as lightning.
He turned and left without hesitation.
Was this temperament really from the Golden Crow Tribe?
“After returning to the clan, Elder Zhenyu, you will go to Han Mountain Tribe for me.” Zhuo Yu turned to look at an old man next to him, dressed in golden armor, whose cultivation had already reached the half-step True Spirit realm.
“He doesn’t want it, I can’t force him.”
Zhuo Yu said calmly.
As a powerhouse in the True Spirit realm, holding sway over millions of people in a large tribe, Zhuo Yu could owe favors, but he had to be clear about them.
It was the same for Zhuo Yuan’s tribe.
They had to return Han Muye’s favor.
….
Han Muye did not leave with his race. Instead, he headed for the army of the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom.
“The Golden Crow Han Mountain Tribe’s Patriarch, the first person in 10,000 years to awaken his bloodline on his own.”
After cultivating for a hundred years and stepping into the ninth level of the Essence Spirit Realm, he has some knowledge about refining weapons and alchemy.
Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Marquis Jinyu of the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom, Li Zicheng, said calmly, “He’s best at sword techniques.”
In the three encounters, Han Muye’s displayed swordsmanship was truly stunning.
The traces of each sword light were extremely agile and dazzling.
Such swordsmanship was hard to imagine for a member of the Golden Crow Tribe.
“Han Muye, would you like to come with me to the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom?
“Our Emperor values talents the most, and someone like you could achieve limitless success in our Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom.”
Li Zicheng looked at Han Muye with a sincere expression.
He was telling the truth.
Under the command of the Emperor of the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom, there were many disciples who were recruited from all directions and were all elites.
“If there’s an opportunity, I wish to make a trip to the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom.”
Han Muye chuckled, cupping his hands and raising his hand to reveal the Enlightened Beast hidden behind him.
“You said that everything is available in the Mystic Spirit Immortal Country; you must not deceive children.” The Enlightened Beast grumbled in its mouth, then grabbed Han Muye’s sleeve, lowering its voice.
“Remember, guard Kunwu well.”