Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1103 Qing Song Realm

The dizziness from the spatial shift instantly struck.

It was a hundred times more intense than any teleportation I had ever experienced before.

It was as if they had traversed endless barriers of time and space, enduring the pressure and tearing of the laws.

After an unknown amount of time—perhaps a moment, perhaps ten thousand years—Zhang Yuan finally stepped onto solid ground.

An intense, overwhelming aura of innate wood spirit wafted over, carrying the fragrance of earth and the freshness of grass and trees.

Suddenly, a vast, lush, and wild world opened up before me.

Towering ancient trees rise from the ground, their branches and leaves blocking out the sun, their gnarled roots like giant dragons coiled around the earth.

In the distance, the mountains rise and fall, shrouded in mist, full of vitality, a stark contrast to the grimness of the Blood Millstone, the vastness of the primordial wilderness, and the majesty of the Heavenly Palace, exuding a primal and wild sense of power.

However, before Zhang Yuan could properly experience this world, a sharp gust of wind attacked from the side!

"Who goes there?! Trespassing into the forbidden area of ​​Qing Song!"

With a loud shout, several figures pounced out from behind the giant tree and among the vines!

They were all exceptionally burly, with bulging muscles, exuding explosive power.

They wore simple leather or rattan armor, with ancient and tough patterns painted on it using some kind of mineral pigment.

What caught Zhang Yuan's attention the most was their attack method.

There are no fancy spells, no dazzling lights, only the purest and most direct burst of power!

The punches were fierce and powerful, the kicks were like whips, the moves were simple and efficient, full of the brutality of battlefield combat, and also subtly revealed a...

A familiar scent!

It is a tradition that concentrates power into one point, uses the body as a shield, and uses force to overcome skill!

Although it was much cruder, its core essence was exactly the same as the legacy of the Iron Wall Army of Panshizhou that he had seen in the illusion of Tianyuan City!

Looking again at the patterns on their leather armor, which seemed chaotic but contained some kind of defensive formation principle, Zhang Yuan instantly confirmed it.

This is the legacy of the Iron Wall Army of Baishuangzhou!

The descendants who were stranded here after the collapse of Xuntian Continent!

There were five men attacking him, all of them strong and muscular, with strength ranging from Grandmaster to newly entered Grandmaster.

Their attacks were perfectly coordinated, blocking all of Zhang Yuan's evasive angles. Their fists, palms, fingers, and claws slammed down with a sharp whistling sound as they tore through the air.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were calm, and he didn't even use the Chaos Star Source Power within his body.

His body swayed slightly, and his steps were mysterious, like willow catkins in the wind or fish swimming against the current.

With both hands, they either deflected or guided, blocked or deflected, their movements fluid and natural, without a trace of harshness.

"Oh!"

"Snapped!"

"laugh!"

The incoming fists, feet, and palms were deflected and slid away by a supple yet irresistible force before they could touch Zhang Yuan's body.

Zhang Yuan's figure weaved through the five men's fierce attacks, his clothes fluttering, not a single leaf touching him.

The five men's powerful attacks seemed to have hit empty air, and their bodies swayed slightly as they used up their strength.

"what?!"

"So slippery!"

"This is a tough problem!"

The attacking men were both shocked and furious, and their offensive became even more ferocious, but they also became more cautious.

But no matter what they tried, they couldn't get a single thing out of Zhang Yuan.

Just then, a boy's voice rang out: "Stop!"

Upon hearing this, the five attackers immediately withdrew and retreated, keeping a wary eye on Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan looked up and saw a boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, who was half a head taller than the men around him, striding towards him.

He was also wearing leather armor painted with iron wall patterns, his bare arms were muscular and rock-like, his eyes were sharp like an eagle's, and he was full of wildness and vigorous vitality.

He looked Zhang Yuan up and down, his eyes gleaming with disbelief. "I am Tuoba Shan! You...you didn't use brute force just now! What technique was that? How could you so easily neutralize Uncle and the others' 'Mountain-Splitting Force'?"

The young Tuoba Shan's voice was full of surprise and longing, as if he had seen the door to a new world.

Zhang Yuan remained calm as he met the boy's gaze: "My name is Zhang Yuan, a traveler who has come here to explore. What I did just now was merely a small trick of using someone else's strength against them, simply going with the flow."

As Tuoba Shan listened, the light in his eyes shone even brighter.

He grew up in the Bai Shuang clan and learned the body-forging methods and combat skills passed down from his ancestors. He believed that brute force could overcome all techniques. He had never seen such exquisite and unparalleled skills that could deflect a thousand pounds with four ounces.

This fascinated him even more than the "magic" his grandfather had mentioned.

Tuoba Shan clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking like popping beans, his eyes burning with intense heat: "Senior Zhang Yuan, you are very strong! You are much stronger than those guys outside who know 'magic' that our clan chief mentioned!"

"Stay! Teach us! We need stronger forces!"

He pointed deep into the jungle.

"Help us deal with those monsters in Black Wind Valley! And... protect our homeland! In exchange, the White Frost Clan will treat you as an honored guest!"

Looking at the pure curiosity and fighting spirit in the boy's eyes, and the equally eager eyes of the men around him, Zhang Yuan felt a slight stirring in his heart.

He needed a place to digest the Emperor Jun's inheritance and completely solidify his mid-stage Venerable realm. He also needed a springboard to explore the intricate connections between the hidden fragments of Xuntian Continent and the Primordial World, the Heavenly Palace, and the Demon Realm.

This place, with its resilient warriors and Tuoba Shan's unwavering loyalty, is the perfect place to settle down.

He smiled slightly and said in a steady voice, "Alright, I agree. Since we're traveling, we'll stay here for now."

"I'll teach you the skills to deal with Black Wind Valley." His gaze swept over the lush yet dangerous primeval land, and he continued, "Now, let's talk about those monsters."

Zhang Yuan followed behind Tuoba Shan and several burly men, traversing the vast and ancient primeval forest.

The air is filled with the rich, innate wood elemental energy that nourishes all things, yet it also harbors unimaginable dangers.

While cautiously scanning his surroundings, Tuoba Shan introduced Zhang Yuan to information about their tribe.

Their ethnic group is called the White Frost Remnant Clan.

Their group numbered about three thousand and lived on a nearby mountain ridge.

Zhang Yuan nodded slightly.

Tuoba Shan was young and not very shrewd; he only needed a few words to explain the general idea of ​​this place.

This area is what they call "Qingsong Realm".

The White Frost Clan, along with four other clans like ours, are scattered across various strategic locations throughout this land.

Over countless millennia, they each established powerful settlements, known as the Five Guardian Generals' Mansions.

The Stone Fortress from Panshizhou is as sturdy as a mountain, and the White Frost Clan belongs to the Stone Fortress.

The Thunderclap Palace of Purple Lightning Continent is as fast as lightning.

Liuyun Village in Liuyunzhou is elusive and unpredictable.

The Gale Camp of Fufeng Continent comes and goes like the wind.

There's also the Starfall Platform in Falling Star Continent, where their arrows can fall from the sky.

Tuoba Shan spoke with great familiarity, his eyes gleaming with longing for the glory of his ancestors.

"Grandpa, the clan chief, said that they are the descendants of the five armies that fought their way out of the bloody battle of Tianyuan City with the Venerable Xuanjue!"

"They are the guardians of our Azure Peak Realm, each guarding their own territory and keeping watch..."

Before he finished speaking, several low, violent roars suddenly rang out from the dense forest ahead!

Immediately afterwards, several swift, ghostly black shadows pounced out, attacking the flank of the team!

"It's a Demon-Striped Leopard! Watch out!"

A middle-aged man named Ayan shouted a warning, and without hesitation, swung his heavy bone club, sending a powerful gust of wind that could split mountains and shatter rocks, crashing down on the leading beast. (End of Chapter)