The Peerless Emperor

Chapter 419: Chapter 420: Good Times Don’t Last

Through the communication token, Lin Qian naturally learned of the three elders’ final plan and the fact that Zhou Yian had buried his own token in the ground.

The decision of the three elders to go on their own trial made Lin Qian reveal a smile as well.

In fact, the Human Clan is filled with the will to challenge and surpass oneself, which can also be described as desire. They yearn for greater strength and the determination to continually exceed their limits, never content with the status quo.

Lin Qian, like the elders, would take the opportunity to venture forth and temper himself; how could he possibly give up?

For a Soul Martial Artist, the most important thing is indeed more formidable strength and the relentless improvement of one’s power.

Returning to the topic at hand, Lin Qian was now trekking through the dense forests of the Ancient Forest World beneath the ground, with a group of over three hundred people following behind him—these were the members of the Four Clans who had previously been taken captive.

Exhaustion was evident on their faces, yet they still strived to march forward, trying their best to keep up with the group ahead.

After all, they had been bound by soul-locking chains for far too long, and it would take some time for them to regain their strength.

Lin Qian didn’t produce any potions. Helping them as much as he had was already beyond the call of duty; he still had to observe carefully whether these people from the Four Clans were worth his significant sacrifice.

Different from the Origin State, the conditions of the Human Clan there were so pitiful that living without dignity was a norm. Compared to that, the Human Clan here fared much better.

Moreover, apart from the Human Clan, there were four other distinct communities living within this underground Ancient Forest World.

Among them, the Black Corner Clan was one. This clan’s soul power was incredibly dominant, and they had a very special racial talent relying on their twin horns.

Their horns helped them sense nature’s spiritual energy with great sensitivity, which, in turn, allowed them to draw upon nature’s spiritual energy when launching soul power attacks.

Just like the previous attack by the leader of the Black Corner Clan on Lin Qian, as soon as his finger pointed out, his soul power transformed into burning flames, and it even slightly affected the surrounding spiritual energy, causing it to burn alongside it.

Even though the affected spiritual energy wasn’t substantial, it was still somewhat limited by his own realm!

The Red Horn Tribe, in fact, was very similar to the Black Corner Clan, with the only differences being skin tone and horn color; other than that, they were almost identical.

Likewise, the Red Horn Tribe’s horns could also sense nature’s spiritual energy, but unlike the Black Corner Clan, they did not use it to amplify the power of their soul attacks, but instead to control and temper their bodies.

Thus, the Black Corner Clan specialized in soul power, while the Red Horn Tribe excelled in physical strength.

Apart from them, as a member of the Human Clan himself, Lin Qian was naturally quite familiar with them, but he was somewhat puzzled as to why their strength was so weak.

As for the red-nosed, bearded community of short stature, they were the Dwarf Clan. With long fingers and strong arms, they were born Artifact Refiners. Although their cultivation abilities were somewhat weaker, no one underestimated their creative power.

Within the Black Corner Country, the Dwarf Clan was actually captured and used as slaves for Artifact Refining; Lin Qian also noticed that the Soul Devices of these Black Corner Clan members were indeed rather exquisite.

In terms of craftsmanship and quality, they far surpassed those of the Qin Dynasty.

Of course, they were still outdone by the Huaxia Empire!

Thinking of this, Lin Qian couldn’t help but show a proud smile on his face: “The Huaxia Empire is indeed the best!”

However, what Lin Qian found amusing was that the Dwarf Clan here was very similar to the dwarves often found in games from his previous life—they all particularly enjoyed drinking.

Their frequent drinking left them all with large, bulbous, rosacea-afflicted noses.

Artifact Refining was a huge drain on both physical and mental energy. For the Dwarf Clan, gulping down a mouthful of marvelous Spiritual Wine was the utmost pleasure in life.

The Spirit Hoof Clan, as their name suggested, had beastly legs and hooves. This unique tribe was extremely agile with tremendous strength in their legs, and they also possessed excellent stamina, hardly feeling fatigued from long treks.

Moreover, the Spirit Hoof Clan had an extraordinary sense of direction. They didn’t even need to make the journey themselves; just a brief description was enough for them to accurately locate a place. It was a natural talent born into the race.

However, these members of the Spirit Hoof Clan were somewhat puzzled after introducing themselves, not understanding why Lin Qian was staring at them with shining eyes, muttering under his breath.

“What did the Lord just say, exactly?” one of the Spirit Hoof Clan leaned over and asked a fellow tribesperson.

The tribesperson, baffled, shrugged, “Did the Lord say something just now?”

“The Lord only muttered to himself; you might not have heard it,” the first Spirit Hoof Clan member realized, then thought for a moment to organize his words and explained to his peer, “I remember the Lord said, ‘Has the express delivery guy from Huaxia Express found us?'”

“Huaxia Express? Delivery guy?” The other Spirit Hoof Clan member laughed and shook his head, his eyes filled with confusion, “The Lord is profound and enlightened. His words are enigmatic and profound, not something we can comprehend easily.”

“Oh, is that so!”

In fact, these two Spirit Hoof Clan members could never imagine that they would become the rising stars of the Huaxia Empire’s express delivery, known to every household.

At this moment, Lin Qian followed the group, walking in the Ancient Forest World underground. Members of the Red Horn Clan were moving nimbly through the dense forest. Along the way, they encountered weaker Soul Beasts but were clearly taking a roundabout path.

“Barret, why does it seem like you’re leading us in circles at the front?” Lin Qian, following along, felt it odd and asked.

Barret gave Lin Qian a bow and spoke, “Lord, if we do not take the detour, we will inevitably trespass into the territories of powerful Soul Beasts, which might be dangerous.”

“…” Lin Qian couldn’t help but smile wryly at Barret’s words, “Isn’t that what I am here for?”

“I’m truly sorry to trouble the Lord to take action,” after saying this, Lin Qian slowly shook his head.

“There’s no need for such trouble. Just take the shortest route, and if we encounter any issues, I will handle them,” Lin Qian looked at Barret, signaling him to continue leading the way.

Seeing Lin Qian assert this, Barret naturally followed the instructions and proceeded straight ahead without detouring.

Soon after, the entire group fully experienced what it was like to have a powerful figure within their ranks.

There was no need to take long detours or worry about powerful Soul Beasts.

The fierce Soul Beasts that had once caused them immense concern now cowered on the ground under Lin Qian’s intimidating presence, not even daring to lift their heads to look their way.

And they, naturally, walked by easily, even managing to closely observe the Soul Beasts that they once feared and dared not watch for too long.

However, the good times didn’t last long, and they were faced with immense fear once more.

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I am working hard for a major burst of chapters at the end of the month, and I hope everyone can give me some encouragement before then, to give me the motivation to keep writing!

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