Brocade Robe Unparalleled

Chapter 114 Aya
Youman opened her eyes and felt a sudden dizziness.

He got up from the ground, not knowing what had happened.

He quickly remembered that he had come to confront the outsider.

Three years ago, he was chosen as the protector of the saint's trial, and his parents and relatives were very proud of him.

Youman himself cherished this opportunity and had been cultivating diligently for the past three years, all so that he could help the Holy Maiden in the future.

But just before the trial began, his clan told him that his place had been taken by an outsider.

His three years of anticipation had vanished, and he was naturally unwilling to accept it, so he went to confront the outsider.

The pretty boy opposite him was clearly an outsider who had taken his place.

His face was full of indignation as he shouted, "Let me see just how capable you really are..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was struck hard on the head.

Youze, his face dark, said, "Youman, stop fooling around. Didn't you embarrass yourself enough just now? Go back now, or the Holy Maiden will blame you and lock you in a dark room for half a month. Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant then..."

Youman rubbed her still-aching head and asked blankly, "What happened to me just now?"

It wasn't until Youze dragged him outside that he learned what had happened from Youze.

"Wha, what?"

I heard that he was instantly stunned, while the other person's body didn't even sway. Youman's face was full of disbelief.

This initial disbelief quickly turned into fear.

Fortunately, he didn't go all out just now; otherwise, it probably wouldn't have been as simple as just fainting...

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When Lin Xuan woke up, it was already afternoon.

A young girl from the Xuanwu tribe, adorned with silver ornaments from head to toe, brought him his dinner.

Dinner was very simple: a bowl of sticky rice, a smoked fish, and a small plate of unidentified wild vegetables.

The Jiuli tribe lived in seclusion and had scarce resources, so Lin Xuan naturally did not have any special requirements for their food.

After finishing his meal, he slowly stepped out of the room.

He was located on a high point in a valley.

Standing here and looking down, the entire valley is spread out before your eyes.

The Jiuli people have always been shrouded in mystery, but once you actually come here, you'll find that it seems no different from any other Miao village.

Two figures stood on either side of Lin Xuan's doorway.

He walked onto the street, and the two Xuanwu clan members followed him, keeping a distance of about three steps from him.

Outsiders rarely appear in the Xuanwu tribe.

Lin Xuan walked slowly through the streets and alleys, and many members of the Xuanwu tribe looked at him with curious eyes.

Everything about the Xuanwu tribe was quite novel to Lin Xuan.

Various poisonous insects that Lin Xuan couldn't name were displayed and sold on both sides of the street.

The currency they used was not copper or silver coins, but a type of bone coin with inscriptions.

The bone-tempering liquid, which is extremely rare outside, was casually placed on the ground.

Lin Xuan even saw several bottles of marrow cleansing fluid.

The variety of elixirs with different effects was dazzling.

There were also some weapons engraved with mysterious patterns, similar to those Lin Xuan had seen on the Heart-Questioning Mirror and the Thousand-Mile Mirror.

This is a unique spiritual rune technique of the Jiuli tribe; different spiritual runes have different functions.

A telescope can transmit messages over long distances, and a mind-reading mirror can be used to detect lies.

By engraving spirit patterns onto weapons and infusing them with true energy, ordinary weapons can become as sharp as cutting through iron.

A sixth-rank martial artist's protective qi can withstand a powerful bow without injury.

The spirit-patterned bow of the Jiuli tribe can make martial arts qi as thin as paper.

If the Jiuli tribe weren't so few in number, they would probably have become the masters of this continent long ago.

Throughout history, countless people have coveted the spiritual runes of the Jiuli tribe.

However, the art of spirit runes requires a sorcerer with a spiritual power of at least the fifth rank to perform. Sorcerers are already extremely rare, and high-ranking sorcerers are even rarer. Even if one understands the art of spirit runes, there is no way to manufacture spirit rune weapons on a large scale.

Moreover, no one could steal their secret techniques from the Jiuli tribe.

Before nightfall, Lin Xuan returned to his room.

All around was quiet, with only the chirping of unknown insects in the air.

He had already taken a nap during the day, and now he was wide awake.

In the next few days, with his life on the line, he won't be able to sleep.

Lin Xuan took out a calming pill and began to meditate.

These days, he could vaguely sense that his mental strength had reached a bottleneck.

Although the process of visualization cannot increase his mental strength, he can control more power each time.

By bringing his spiritual energy close to his chest, Lin Xuan could clearly feel a life force there.

No matter how powerful its name, the Heart-Eating Gu is essentially just an insect. The sensing distance between the mother Gu and the offspring Gu is extremely limited.

Once the length exceeds one hundred feet, the mother Gu (a type of insect) will find it difficult to control the offspring Gu.

A thousand feet away, the mother Gu could not sense the existence of the child Gu at all.

Beyond the sensing distance, even if the offspring gu dies, the mother gu cannot sense it. However, if the mother and offspring gu do not see each other for a long time, the offspring gu will awaken and rampage. Completely avoiding the problem will not solve the problem.

He had thoroughly researched information about the Heart-Eating Gu, which is why he dared to fake his death and escape.

He cannot appear near the Mandala until the offspring Gu is completely eliminated.

Lin Xuan let out a soft sigh of relief.

Whether he can gain his freedom depends on Youmeng...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, Lin Xuan rarely went out, and the Xuanwu tribe delivered three meals to him on time every day.

Today is the trial period. After breakfast, two more girls brought Lin Xuan a set of brightly colored clothes.

The men of the Xuanwu tribe mostly wore similar clothes.

Lin Xuan changed his clothes, and a young girl stepped forward and drew some runes on his forehead.

Lin Xuan stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at himself. After changing into their clothes, he looked no different from the Jiuli people here.

The girl nodded slightly to him: "Please come with us."

Lin Xuan followed them out of the room and was led into a grand hall.

Youmeng was already waiting for him here.

A young girl was standing next to her.

The girl was short, with wheat-colored skin and big, bright eyes that looked at Lin Xuan with curiosity.

Youmeng nodded slightly to Lin Xuan and said softly, "Wait a moment, we'll be setting off soon."

Lin Xuan nodded and stood on either side of the girl.

Many figures were standing on both sides of the main hall.

Many of them exuded an aura no weaker than that of Commander Zhou.

These people have at least the strength of a fifth-rank official.

Even they could only stand on the sides and towards the back.

Lin Xuan couldn't sense any fluctuations in their auras at all.

Noticing a gaze upon him, Lin Xuan turned his head and met the eyes of a burly man standing in the corner.

Youman immediately lowered her head, not daring to meet Lin Xuan's gaze.

The Holy Maiden's Trial is a major event for every tribe in the Jiuli.

This trip to the ancestral land will be accompanied by the High Priest, who will be stationed in the tribe, and many powerful members of the Xuanwu tribe.

At one moment, a muffled drumbeat sounded outside the hall.

Youmeng boarded a sedan chair decorated with curtains on all four sides, carried by four strong men, and slowly walked out of the main hall.

Lin Xuan and the young girl followed closely behind the sedan chair.

After everyone left the main hall, the Xuanwu tribe members outside knelt down and said in unison, "Respectfully seeing off the Holy Maiden!"

The group of several dozen people quickly left the Xuanwu tribe and headed deeper into the mountains.

Although the nine tribes of the Jiuli ethnic group do not live together, they are not far apart.

The various tribes were scattered around the ancestral land of Jiuli, like stars in the sky.

The two neighboring tribes are not far apart.

In this way, if any tribe is attacked, the other tribes can come to its aid in the shortest possible time.

Lin Xuan followed behind Youmeng's sedan chair, their feet resting on a smooth stone pavement.

Unlike when I came to the Xuanwu tribe, the road from the Xuanwu tribe to the ancestral land has been built very smoothly.

This trip was of great significance. As Lin Xuan was deep in thought, a clear and melodious voice suddenly reached his ears.

"What's your name?"

Lin Xuan turned his head, and the girl beside him was tilting her head and looking at him.

Before Lin Xuan could answer, she introduced herself, "My name is Aya, what's yours?"

Lin Xuan said: "Chen Yu."

This is the new identity that Jingye Division prepared for him.

Aya looked at Lin Xuan, her big eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Are you from outside? Can you tell me about things outside? I've never been outside before..."

The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Lin Xuan asked, "Have you always stayed in the tribe since you were little?"

Aya nodded and said, "The Holy Maiden said that I'll go shopping with her next year, but that'll be a long, long time..."

Lin Xuan recalled that the Xuanwu tribe was one of the more isolated of the nine tribes, and many Xuanwu people probably never stepped out of their tribe in their entire lives.

He looked at the girl's expectant and curious face, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay..."

(End of this chapter)