The matter of Human Sorcerers could be big or small. In the current situation, relying on the mountain of the Sorcerer Tribe and being on good terms with them was a good thing for the Human Tribe.
However, relatively speaking, letting the human race have a foreign bloodline was not conducive to the future development of the human race.
Even if Zhang Yan did not understand that period of history, he could imagine that if the Human Tribe became the main character of the world, it would definitely become a place of dispute for the Almighties of the entire Untainted Land. Without the cultivation of Fate, the Great Dao would not stop.
"When did I become so sentimental?”
Zhang Yan smiled bitterly." Although I'm a human, I can't care about the direction of the human race. As long as the human race can last forever, I don't care what they do.”
After thinking about it, Zhang Yan didn't dwell on this matter anymore. He should think about how to become stronger and improve his cultivation. This was what he should be thinking about at the moment. Otherwise, in the future, he could only go with the flow and be powerless.
The next morning, Zhang Yan woke up from his meditation. He walked out of the door slowly and headed toward the Sorcerer Tribe's tribe.
"Yo! Isn't this little human brother?"
"Yes! Hello."
Zhang Yan knew this person. Hou Yi had introduced him to a shaman named Tealwood. He was slightly weaker than Hou Yi, but he was a descendant of a Senior Magus. It was only a matter of time before he became a Senior Magus.
Every time they met a witch, regardless of whether Zhang Yan knew them or not, they would greet him with a smile. Everything seemed so harmonious.
However, if they could restrain their passion for Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan would definitely feel much better. After all, it was not good to be stared at by those strong men with passionate gazes.
"Sagemaster!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out. Several people who looked relatively thin and weak swarmed up and surrounded Zhang Yan.
"What are you guys doing?"
Zhang Yan looked at the crowd hesitantly. These people were not from the Sorcerer Tribe, but from the Human Tribe. However, what Zhang Yan found even more strange was the " Sagemaster " they were talking about.
A slightly older youth came up to Zhang Yan with an extremely respectful expression." Sagemaster, there's something you don't know.”
"Hundreds of years ago, the sagemaster created a text inheritance for the human race. The sagemaster's face appeared in the depths of the hearts of all humans.”
"In the end, the Suiren tribe decided to establish the position of sagemaster and enjoy the eternal incense of the human race.”
"Suiren tribe."
Zhang Yan naturally knew that there was no Human King in the Human Tribe. The Suiren Tribe had always been in charge of the tribe, especially Suiren Shi, the first generation of the Human Tribe.
"I see!"
Zhang Yan soon understood the cause and effect. After he created the human language, the 2998 symbols spread to the depths of the human race's hearts along with the Heavenly Dao. Because of his extraordinary achievements, he was conferred the title of the Human Race's Saint Master and enjoyed the fate of the human race in the future.
"How did you come to the Sorcerer tribe?”
After figuring this out, Zhang Yan no longer had any doubts. Instead, he asked them about his doubts.
"All of this is because of Lord Houtu.”
"Grand Wizard Houtu?"
"Yes, I heard from my grandfather's grandfather that a long time ago, we were a part of the Suiren tribe.”
"Because we arrived not far from the Houtu Tribe, our tribe was chosen by a Demon King. He thought that we were from the Sorcerer Tribe and immediately attacked us.”
"Fortunately, a Senior Magus of the Wu Tribe saved us from the Monster King and helped us with our daily lives. As time passed, some of us human beings integrated into the Wu Tribe.”
"That's what happened."
Zhang Yan nodded. This is all thanks to the Sorcerer Tribe.”
"Thank you, Lord Sagemaster, for passing down the human language. Only then did we know this history. Otherwise, if Lord Sagemaster asked me, I wouldn't know what to say.”
"Oh!"
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled."Very good. You all can go and do your work. I'll take a look around the Sorcerer tribe first.”
"Lord Sagemaster, if you want to wander around the Sorcerer tribe, perhaps I can lead the way for you.”
Zhang Yan looked sideways at the young man who seemed to be in his twenties. Compared to the human race, he was already middle-aged, but to Zhang Yan, he was just a child.
Seeing Zhang Yan's expression, the young man thought that Zhang Yan despised him. He patted his chest and promised,"Lord Sagemaster, I'm a Human Wizard. I often go to the Wizard Tribe, so I can lead the way for you.”
"Then come along."
Coincidentally, Zhang Yan was also quite interested in the combination of humans and the Sorcerer Tribe, so he decided to bring them along.
"Human junior, what's your name?”
"Lord Sagemaster, my name is Feilian. Father said that when I was born, he killed a Feilian beast of the Monster Race, so he called me by my full name.”
"Count of the Wind!"
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the slightly immature Feilian.
Feilian, this name had appeared in many myths and legends in his previous life.
However, if one were to talk about the Feilian of the Taoist shamans, it had to be said that it was the arch-enemy of Emperor Huang Xuanyuan, the strongest expert of the Nine Li Tribe, Chiyou.
In the future, Fei Lian was Chi You's left and right arm and was also a Great Shaman.
"Fei Lian, have you heard of the name Chi You?”
"Chi You? This name is not bad, but I don't think I've heard of anyone called Chiyou in the tribe.”
"Not born yet?"
Zhang Yan thought to himself, but the timing was right. In the myths, although Chi You was turned into a peerless demon, if he really came out today, he would definitely attract the attention of the Wu Tribe.
"Lord Sagemaster, where are we going?”
"If not, I'm just strolling around."
"By the way, Fei Lian, do you know what the Bonfire Festival is?”
"Bonfire Festival!"
Fei Lian licked his lips, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"It's a festival of fighting. Lord Houtu said that our Sorcerer Tribe is too fond of killing and often causes trouble. All the tribes forbid fighting.”
" The Bonfire Festival is a festival that is held every once in a while. At that time, we will capture the prey in advance and then start to light a huge bonfire.”
"At this time, the people of the tribe will come out. That is the only time in the tribe that we can fight.”
"Furthermore, Lord Houtu will always prepare rich spoils of war for the final victor.”
"Moreover, every hundred years, Lord Houtu will bestow a drop of Ancestral Sorcerer's blood as the final reward.”
As he spoke, Fei Lian began to move his fingers, and his expression suddenly froze.
"It seems that the next Bonfire Festival will be when Lord Houtu bestows the blood essence of the Ancestral Magus.”
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