BXBX NOVEL Chapter 882: Medial Clan
Chapter 882: Medial Clan
Divine Phoenix Wings.
This was Feiyun’s earned ability after the second rebirth, allowing him to fly while under the meteoric stone’s effect.
After reaching the right cultivation realm, he could use these wings to fly through chaotic space as well. No place would be out of his reach.
It didn’t take long before he returned to the main branch.
While he was still dozens of miles away, he recalled his wings and used his Swift Samsara, pretending to be out of breath.
“3,645th place.” The hunchbacked old man was waiting outside and gave Feiyun a number.
‘This many people got done?’ Feiyun was surprised at this ranking.
Nonetheless, there were more than seven thousand and only this many have returned. It was getting late so not many more would make it.
Half has been eliminated after the first day.
He then noticed ten heavenly stallions waiting outside, adorned in full armor. Looks like a big shot to have these mounts.
“An outsider is here?” Feiyun asked.
The old man’s eyes looked cold and sharp. He quickly hid this and answered: “A descendant of a medial clan.”
“What are they doing here?” Feiyun asked.
A medial clan meant that they have been around since the Medial Ages.
The Medial Ages was around 1,600,000 to 14,000,000 years ago. The most famous event during this timeline was a period of chaos dubbed Medial Chaotic Period.
It was a golden age for humans due to the appearance of numerous talents and saints. These beings were legends in the scrolls. Alas, they have been forgotten in the river of time.
A few things still remained from this period - these medial clans. After the fierce competition and development of the chaotic period, numerous clans and sects took rise.
Then at the end of the Medial Ages came the central dynasties. Humans finally stopped large-scale internal fighting. This marked the end of the Medial Ages.
Thus, the clans that were still around from that period were immensely powerful with frightening resources. Ancient clans such as the Meng couldn’t come close to them.
“These clans are extremely arrogant and think they have the bloodline of the sages. They look down on half-demons.” The old man snorted.
“They dare to come here looking for trouble?” Feiyun narrowed his eyes.
“They look down on us but we must remain cordial with them. For example, this main branch here, we’re renting it from the Gu. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have a place in Crimson Leaf.” The old man looked a bit helpless.
“We can’t buy our own land? Why do we need to give them face?”
“The land here belongs to the Territory Lord, no one can buy it.”
“Then how do they have land?”
“It’s given to them by the Territory Lord. The majority were given to their ancestors during the Medial Ages.”
“Why do half-demons need a branch here?”
“Humans view us as pigs. If we don’t compete and have lofty goals, we’ll really be nothing more than pigs.” The old man stared at Feiyun and said.
“Crimson Leaf is the highest area in Crimson. If we don’t have a branch here, we’ll truly be beneath their feet. We must have a place here even via renting. This is to tell our slave brethren that we have aspirations and are not inferior to humans, that we are more than pigs.”
Renting was the first goal. This was necessary before obtaining their own territory and garnering more status.
Feiyun understood this senior. They were working hard despite the impossible goal.
If these seniors were to give up, then the half-demons at the bottom would give up even faster. They would have a mindset of inferiority. At that point, it would reduce them to being inferior to pigs.
“The battlefield is a great chance. If we can contribute enough, we can have our own bestowed land.” The old man calmed down and said.
“Of course, this is a long process. The amount needed is monstrous, a century or so is far from enough. The goal this time is just to survive and bring back crucial information. That’s enough for your group.”
He had information regarding Feiyun and knew about his potential as a first-generation half-demon. That’s why he bothered to speak so much.
Feiyun mused while entering the branch. It didn’t take long before he heard rowdiness near a battle stage along with fighting sounds.
“Haha, we’re doing you a favor. Just win one round and no rent this month.”
“What a shame, your so-called top geniuses have lost twelve rounds in a row. How pathetic. Eighth Lord, it’s your turn.”
The elite half-demons felt great indignation. Another came in to fight against a prodigy from the Gu.
Feiyun grimaced. He saw a half-demon girl with wings being brought to a youth called Eighth Lord by two armored men. The youth raised her chin to take a good look at her face and nodded approvingly.
“What’s going on? Do they consider us cattle?” His eyes turned cold.
“Brother Feng, you’re back on time.” Ye Xiaomu saw Feiyun and ran over, looking frustrated: “In the afternoon, the eighth lord of the Gu came to collect rent but recently, the alliance spent our coffer in preparation for the battlefield. The eighth lord then wanted to kick us out and break down this place. Finally, a seventh-ranked Sir came out and convinced him otherwise.”
“Then why is he still here?” Feiyun asked.
“The eighth lord was relatively polite towards Sir but he said something else...”
“What did he say?”
“He looked at the elites in the square and laughed then said, these are the top geniuses of the domains? Haha, about as weak as our slaves.”
“He purposely antagonized them.” Feiyun shook his head.
“Yes, so many became furious and started challenging him.”
“That’s exactly what he wanted.” Feiyun shook his head again.