Chapter 119 Purification
Another reason is that the horned jade itself is not bloodthirsty.
Having spent many years in the Temple of War, he had seen countless bodies of various races and heard many stories of people defiling their bloodlines in order to survive. Jiao Jue felt a trace of pity for the Lich lineage.
But this pity was not enough to convince him to see what they looked like, so Jiaojue was unwilling to deal with the Lich lineage.
Ji Rong's words made some sense. Jiao Jue believed that if Wu Yue followed this approach flexibly, it would save him a lot of trouble in the future.
Having absorbed Ji Rong's new vocabulary, Jiao Jue narrowed his eyes, pressed Ji Rong's head down with one paw, and said, "Don't think that just because you praised me, I'll give you some money. You asked for this."
This time, Ji Rong was truly heartbroken.
But Jiaojue was right; it was her suggestion.
"Damn Golden Dragon, how could he be so greedy!" Ji Rong cursed inwardly.
Jiaojue could tell from her expression that this bird was up to no good.
He looked up and said, "You idiot, don't you dare curse me in your heart. Smile for me, or you can forget about bringing that bunch of trash into Dejected Wind Island!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong immediately raised her neck and laughed loudly, pointing her head at the sky.
Since the spirit stream isn't his own, he wouldn't really feel bad using the horn jade, but there's a crucial issue.
After Ji Rong finished laughing, Jiao Jue asked, "Silly bird, is the spirit river that connects to Tuifeng Island the same spirit river that connects to Wangfeng Island?"
Ji Rong thought for a moment and replied, "No."
These two spirit rivers have completely different soil layers and landforms, and the spiritual energy content within them is also different, so they are definitely not one.
Hearing Ji Rong's resolute reply, Jiao Jue felt relieved. He said, "Be careful when you're refining it for the Lich lineage. At first, you're only allowed to display one leaf."
"Why? They are much stronger than the ancient witch lineage." Spreading one leaf is not as comfortable as spreading ten leaves. Ji Rong immediately tucked the wings into her waistband, her face full of resistance.
Jiaojue opened its mouth wide, spitting saliva onto Ji Rong's face. It pointed at Ji Rong with its claws and said fiercely, "You should ask yourself that!"
Do you know whose spiritual river you're connecting to? If we use too much and get caught, I can run away, but what about you?
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong immediately became obedient and nodded hurriedly, replying, "Understood, Brother Jinlong, just one leaf."
When Wu Yue mentioned the matter of tempering the body and stimulating the bloodline to Wu Qi and other elders of the Wu-Yao lineage, Wu Qi immediately became agitated. He excitedly ran to the ancestral hall and burst into tears in front of his elder brother's small stone statue.
Wu Yue and Wu Xing hurriedly caught up and dragged Wu Qi back to the council hall while wiping away tears.
Upon hearing about a method to stimulate blood circulation, this guy became so excited that he almost lost his mind.
The brothers were afraid that after he finished crying for his eldest brother, he would run to the burial place of the ancestral spirits to cry again.
Twenty thousand is an astronomical figure for ordinary lich people; but for the elders, it's something they can all afford.
Miao Wu, wiping away tears, asked, "Great Wu Yue, can elders like us also go?"
Ji Rong looked at the expectant Miao Wu and said helplessly, "Everyone, to activate the power of your bloodline, you must be below the Profound Spirit Realm."
For your Wu tribe, it means only those below the level of Wu can participate.
Now that you have reached the Profound Spirit Realm, your talents have been fully developed, and your three bodies are fixed, there is no more room for creation.
The reason why Xuanwu, Wuguang, and others were able to succeed was because they lived on that completely isolated island; they were inherently disadvantaged and were just on the verge of success.
Miao Wu and the others were not too disappointed after hearing this.
Wuqi and Wuzhao were in charge of the selection process for Vulture Wind Island.
The sorcerers, sorcerers, and sorcerers are in charge of the selection process for Luanfeng Island.
Yue Wu, Wu Pu, and Xi Wu then gathered the remaining tribesmen on Luanfeng Island's affiliated islands and Feng Island to select talents who could be tempered there.
In the end, 216 people were selected.
The Lich lineage does not have the concept of credit, and Ji Rong watched helplessly as 4.32 million spirit crystals were deposited into Jiao Jue's storage ring.
She was fine before she saw the money, but once she did, Ji Rong lost her composure.
She entered the Desolate Wind Island with the Lich Clan, then suddenly darted in front of the Horned Jade, quickly lay down at its feet, closed her eyes, and remained silent.
Jiaojue looked down at the bird on the ground that was willing to risk its life for money, and thought to itself that if it hadn't retracted its claws in time, this stupid bird would have been crippled if not dead.
Jiaojue raised its claws and walked to the side. Ji Rong felt the wind from its feet, scrambled up, and then lay down in front of Jiaojue's feet.
"Dead bird!" Jiao Jue couldn't help but yell angrily at Ji Rong's endless chatter, "What do you want? Speak up!"
Ji Rong immediately got up from the ground. She opened her beady eyes and looked at the group of people. She leaned over to Jiao Jue and said, "Big brother, let's go to the tempering pool to talk first."
Jiao Jue said impatiently, "Speak quickly, can't you all wait?
Ji Rong smiled obsequiously, "Brother Golden Dragon, this is too much trouble." As she spoke, she took out the small, jewel-like storage ring from under her wing, put it on one of her wing claws, and turned it towards Jiao Jue.
Upon seeing the storage ring, Jiao Jue understood everything. Looking at the two hundred or so Lich Clan members behind him, he narrowed his eyes and sneered, "One thousand each. Go and set it up quickly, or I'll do it myself!"
Ji Rong was initially quite satisfied, but when she heard Jiao Jue say that he wanted to do it himself, she knew that the opportunity to raise the price had come. She immediately retorted, "Two thousand per person, or you can do it yourself, brother. Anyway, I haven't received any money."
Jiao Jue choked upon hearing this, then nodded coldly and said, "Alright, go and make the arrangements quickly. If you go back on your word again, be careful I'll tear off your wings."
Ji Rong nodded in satisfaction and said, "Don't worry, brother, I'll go right away!" She quickly ran to Yan Wu's side, bent down, picked up Yan Wu, and went ahead with Ji Zhuang to the tempering pool.
Gu Qingqing and the Lich Clan stayed put and waited.
After the witch distorted the light around Ji Rong, Ji Zhuang flew out and, together with Gu Qingqing, led the two hundred and sixteen witch clansmen to the tempering pool.
These 216 lich clan members,
There are 110 people in the Illusionary Transformation Realm.
Sixty-eight people in the ablation realm.
Twenty people from the mortal demon realm,
Eighteen people in the Profound Spirit Realm.
Gu Qingqing said loudly, "If you want to temper your body and stimulate your bloodline power, stay here as long as possible; if you faint, I will pull you out myself."
Ji Zhuang first had one hundred cultivators at the Illusionary Transformation Realm enter the tempering pool to cleanse themselves.
Perhaps it was because of the enormous cost and the difficulty in obtaining the opportunity for tempering, or perhaps it was because the Lich lineage was mostly composed of mixed-race sea creatures and had long fought against the heavenly palaces, thus possessing a steadfast mind.
One breath, two breaths... a quarter of an hour passed, and all one hundred people gritted their teeth and persevered, and not one of them fainted.
As Ji Zhuang hovered in the air, he saw a lich disciple with gills and fins whose eyes were bloodshot and whose originally grayish-white skin was gradually turning red, as if he were ripe.
"This man is no good," Ji Zhuang thought to himself, and then leaped into the pool to try and pull the man up.
The lich disciple struggled to turn his head and shook it at Ji Zhuang, who was flying over to grab him. He slightly opened his fish mouth, as if to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood flowed out.
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