Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Chapter 1047: Chapter 411: Ancestral Dragon Tribe

"This might be a bit too exaggerated."

Even though it’s just an ordinary wooden stick, in Zhang Beixing’s hand it felt as heavy as a thousand catties.

Of course, this wasn’t due to the stick’s actual weight, but rather the weight of the three words "Divine Whip" carved on it.

"Could this really be the legendary Divine Whip?"

Zhang Beixing’s voice trembled as he spoke, while the old man beside him smiled and nodded, then shook his head again.

Seeing the puzzled look on Zhang Beixing’s face, he spoke helplessly.

"I don’t know if it’s real or not, but it was something left by an old Taoist, and I’ve kept it in this house. In fact, not only is this Divine Whip here, but there are other items, all left by that old Taoist."

It turns out that the old Taoist not only claimed to be the chief of the Ninth Investigation Bureau but also requested, under the name of the Geological Survey Bureau, that the village chief’s family safeguard these items.

"Didn’t the old Taoist say when these items should be stored until, or who would come to take them?"

Hearing the old man’s explanation, Zhang Beixing began to scrutinize the surrounding items, asking curiously as he surveyed them.

Knowing that if all this were true, any item taken from this house would be a treasure of heritage.

If any of these flowed into the market, it would cause a bloodbath. The value of these items is beyond monetary measurement.

After hearing Zhang Beixing’s question, the old man shook his head.

"The old Taoist didn’t say who would take these items, only that they should wait for someone destined."

Such an ambiguous answer not only added a layer of mystery to the old Taoist’s identity but also left Zhang Beixing and the others bewildered.

"Forget it, I’ll keep this with me for now. I want to see if I’m the destined person."

Zhang Beixing tucked the Divine Whip into his belt. The old man hadn’t completely shared the situation from that time with him.

However, even if the other party didn’t say it, he could guess about seventy to eighty percent, that the Divine Whip was some sort of mark or proof.

But after he arrived at the Ancestral Dragon Tribe, when they saw the so-called Divine Whip, they would test him.

Although he didn’t know what the test would be, he figured it wouldn’t be easy, especially with such strange things existing in the forest.

"I’ll be waiting here for your answer."

The old man’s face always wore a smile, but now Zhang Beixing didn’t feel any warmth from him.

After asking some simple questions about things he cared about and chatting with the old man about trivial matters, he left the house with the Divine Whip.

As Zhang Beixing came out, he saw Leng Bing and the other two sitting on a stone beside him.

The expressions on their faces were quite colorful, like a mixture of some rejoicing and some worrying.

"What’s wrong with you three?"

Zhang Beixing looked at them with curiosity, then walked over to Richard.

"Can you tell me what’s up with these three guys?"

"They’re not crazy."

Richard shook his head seriously.

"It’s just that some won, and some lost."

After Richard said this, he finally couldn’t hold back his serious demeanor and burst into laughter.

It turns out that while Zhang Beixing was inside talking to the old man, other individuals with decent strength in the village challenged Leng Bing and the others to a sparring match.

The three naturally accepted, as training at the Ninth Investigation Bureau every day was simply too boring.

Since they knew each other so well, understanding each other’s strengths and weaknesses, it was rare for them to have the opportunity to spar with outsiders, so they didn’t pass it up lightly.

However, they didn’t expect the villagers to be so strong, and their combat methods were unlike anything Leng Bing and the others had seen before.

The initial underestimation and some things caught them off guard, leading to Leng Bing and the others’ eventual defeat.

"The people in this village are all very strong, so it’s normal for you guys to end up like this in your first battle."

For once, Zhang Beixing didn’t scold them, instead offering some encouragement.

"Boss, did you run into some problem?"

The first to feel unease was Xu Feng, who, rather than receiving encouragement, would have preferred Zhang Beixing to thoroughly reprimand him. It gave him the feeling that Zhang Beixing was making a final testament.

Leng Bing and Li Dong, though silent, had expressions that showed they shared Xu Feng’s thoughts.

"You guys really can’t be treated too well. What could happen to me?"

Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes at them, then briefly explained the situation.

When they learned they were entering the forest to find the most primitive tribe, they felt a surge of inexplicable excitement.

"Do you think we’ll encounter the kind of people written about in online novels, those from the Kunlun Immortal Realm?"

The Kunlun Immortal Realm is one of the sacred places for cultivation in the hearts of all Chinese. Even in today’s technological age, there are still tales of people seen flying on swords near Kunlun Mountain or sounds of tribulations heard.

There are also stories of seeing the legendary White Tiger and creatures closely resembling the Phoenix. There are all sorts of legends, but they all share one common trait: these tales originate from Kunlun Mountain.