It was somewhat unexpected that the group of Imu people in front of him were a branch.
Jiang Zhao thought that there were only so many people left in the Yimu tribe, and felt a little sad that the once powerful tribe had fallen into such a state.
"How many people are there in your entire clan?" Jiang Zhao asked curiously.
"The entire tribe has nearly 20,000 people." The Yimu tribe elder said slowly.
Jiang Zhao: ...
There are only 20,000 people in the clan, which can be said to be very small.
"For the past three hundred years, it has become difficult for healthy newborns to appear in our tribe. We have no choice but to look for a new place to live."
Jiang Zhao quickly scanned the area and discovered what she had previously found strange: the children in this group were shorter, had distorted facial features, and dull expressions.
"These children were born while we were looking for a new place to live."
When the elder of the tribe saw Jiang Zhao looking at the children in the tribe, he pointed at several other children and explained.
"Because of their birth, we are more determined to find a new place to live."
The children pointed by the Yimu tribe elder looked about seven or eight years old. They were a little taller than the other children, with rosy faces and white teeth, in good spirits, and spiritual power surging around them.
Jiang Zhao understood that there might be something wrong with the Yimu tribe's retreat, which caused their descendants to suffer from serious illnesses.
"Where is your retreat?" Jiang Zhao asked.
The elder of the Yimu tribe looked at Jiang Zhao and fell silent.
Muli on the side explained, "Master, when we left the hermitage, we swore a blood oath not to reveal the location of the hermitage."
"Why? Do you still have people left in the hermitage?"
Jiang Zhao was puzzled. Since there was a problem with the retreat, why didn't they all move out?
Muli secretly glanced at the elder beside him. Seeing that the elder was resting with his eyes closed, he slowly said, "Not all members of the tribe are willing to leave their secluded place."
"In the eyes of other races on the continent, we, the Yimu tribe, are more like an alien race."
Jiang Zhao was shocked. Are the different ethnic groups becoming inward-looking?
"How long have you been looking for a new place to live?" Jiang Zhao pointed to the mud houses next to him. "These houses look newly built."
Muli sighed, "It's been thirty years. Although our Yimu people's cultivation is not high, our lifespan is longer than that of other tribes."
Jiang Zhao nodded. "It's not easy to find a new place to live. Why don't you consider going to the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range?"
The Wanshou Mountains are a mountain range that stretches across the southern end of the Lingqi Continent. Although it is not as large as other mountain ranges, it also spans the entire southern end of the Lingqi Continent.
"My friend, you may not know that although we, the Yimu Clan, are good at forging, our general strength is not high. For us, practicing is as difficult as ascending to heaven."
The Yimu tribe elder opened his eyes, sighed, and his tone was filled with self-mockery.
Now it was Jiang Zhao's turn to be dumbfounded. It was the first time she heard that the Yimu people could not practice cultivation.
"But you all have spiritual energy flowing through your bodies, and spiritual energy is also flowing through your meridians..."
"This is innate. Only those born with spiritual power can begin the inheritance of forging."
The Yimu tribe elder explained patiently.
Although they are born with spiritual power, they cannot cultivate it, but they can forge it.
But it also revealed a disadvantage: they did not have the ability to protect themselves.
Although I really want to help this ethnic group, I am powerless with my current strength.
I am only at the fourth level of Qi Refining now. I am not afraid of those who wear shoes when I am barefoot. I can put on a vest and wander around.
But this group of Imu people can't do that. They have a large group of elderly, weak, women and children to support, and they only want a corner of the land.
Jiang Zhao scratched his head, looked at Muli, then at the elders of the clan, and thought about his current state. He felt so helpless.
If my strength allowed, it would be so easy to kidnap them.
"Ah, I remember now. There's an ancient battlefield at the southern end of Lingqi Continent. If you can go deep into the ancient battlefield, you can live there."
I went over the map again and again in my mind, and suddenly found a forgotten corner of Lingqi Continent, an ancient battlefield.
The Yimu tribe elder suddenly stood up and looked at Jiang Zhao, "Is what you said true? Is it really possible to live there?"
"I heard from a friend that there are many restrictions there, deep in the jungle, far away from the world."
Jiang Zhao laughed dryly twice. If she hadn't been chased and beaten by Chi Guban over the past two hundred years, she wouldn't have gone into the ancient battlefield.
Speaking of which, why did Chi Guban hit himself?
Oh, it seemed like that day he wore a new piece of clothing and laughed at himself for looking like a green peacock, and then he was chased and beaten.
Speaking of it, the hatred between her and Chi Guban could not be fully described even if she talked for three days and three nights.
"I wonder if you can..."
The Yimu tribe elder hesitated for a moment, looking embarrassed.
He knew that Jiang Zhao had already helped them a lot, and it would be difficult for him to ask her to help escort them to the ancient battlefield.
"I heard that an ancient magic weapon appeared in the ancient battlefield, and I was planning to go take a look."
Jiang Zhao said with a smile.
Her focus now is to go wherever there is trouble.
Hiding? No, no, she is a person wearing a vest, she is afraid of nothing, she is so arrogant!
"Once we find a new place to live, Muli will follow his master and serve him loyally."
Hearing Jiang Zhao's words, Muli showed excitement and took the initiative to mention his loyalty.
Jiang Zhao waved his hand, "No, I'm used to wandering alone, so don't follow me."
Mu Li saw that Jiang Zhao sounded disgusted, but he was not annoyed. He continued: "I can refine the master's mask again. I guarantee it will be better than the current one."
Re-refining the mask is necessary. Her vest also needs a mask disguise, and the props must be in place.
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