Chapter 577 Saintess (2/2)
Shen Lian said, ”This is exactly what I wanted to bring it up for,” They shared a laugh together. Chen Jianmei used to devote himself to swordcraft in the past, ignoring other prowess skills. Since he had mastered ”The Sword that Surpassed Ten Thousand Techniques” he had to learn other skills as well.
In terms of knowledge, there was plentiful of literature in Qing Xuan. Out of all people, only Heng Xu could match up to Shen Lian in terms of knowledge. This was especially true when Chen Jianmei dueled with Shen Lian earlier, he could feel the complexity in the prowess that Shen Lian possessed. Even though he managed to overcome them all, he was also impressed by this junior apprentice brother and his accomplishment.
After that, Shen Lian stayed at the blood sea briefly for more than a month. He spent this time passing down all that he learned to Sanwen Daoist and Chen Jianmei without reservation. It was Chen Jianmei who benefited more from this. As for Sanwen Daoist, with his skill level, it would be fortunate enough for him to be able to master the formation of Primordial Spirit.
Luckily he was of the Asura clan, so he would not worry about aging. This was, in fact, the special trait of the Asura clan. If accident never fell upon them, they would go to survive for ten thousand years.
Buddhism taught about the six paths of beings, first being holy men, followed by Asura which was not hearsay only.
Finally, Shen Lian left the Asura Blood Sea. When Chen Jianmei offered to rebuild his flesh body with the essence of blood lotus, Shen Lian rejected the offer, as he wanted to master the realm of Taiyi and build himself a perfect body without anyone's help.
In addition, his Primordial Spirit was gathered to take in the essence of heaven and earth, so he had no worry of dissipating.
In the countless woods of the Nanjiang southern border, besides the various kinds of demon clans, there were those barbarians who lived in the woods as well. The barbarians were very much different from those from Dongyi. They almost never practiced the art of divine techniques, whereby they worshipped brute strength and magic. Every barbarian clan's village would have a priest who prayed to the God and also protected the village using the mysterious power bestowed on them.
In certain definition, the belief of the Nanjiang barbarians was still quite primitive. However, recently all the villages had shared one priest, the Saintess.
This Saintess lived in the southern border ten years ago. She was beautiful and highly skilled in voodoo magic. She had this magical herb which could control human bodies, and she need not make any sacrifice to communicate directly with god. She taught the barbarians how to identify different kinds of herbs, helped many villages to overcome diseases and catastrophes, and even got the fiercest beasts to bow under her feet.
The barbarians recognized and worshipped the Saintess as god's daughter.
It was her who united those scattering barbarians. Many strong warriors were willing to pursue without asking for anything in return.
Her living quarters was beside the biggest valley of Nanjiang. The valley was the 'Holy Valley of Voodoo'. It was foggy all year old. Legends told that this valley was transformed from a powerful voodoo god billions of years ago. Its status was as holy as the You Dou Mountain which the Di clan of the north worshipped.
Today, an uninvited guest arrived outside the Holy Mountain of Voodoo.