Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Chen Qingzhou suddenly thought of Qianyu. She was from the Jiuli tribe. No wonder she was so tall at such a young age. Her skin color and appearance were different from those of the women in Zhongzhou.

Li Changsheng laughed, "I didn't know you were so funny."

Chen Qingzhou compared the height difference between the two with his hand, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I was born this short, what can I do if I'm not funny?"

Li Changsheng waved his hand, "It's natural, don't worry too much about it."

Chen Qingzhou nodded. This made a lot of sense. He asked curiously, "Are all the people of the Jiuli tribe so tall?"

Li Changsheng nodded, his tone very proud, "Yes, our Jiuli tribe is the descendant of the god of war Chiyou. We were born for war, with bronze skin and iron bones, and infinite strength."

Chen Qingzhou was shocked. How could this be possible? It was estimated that ordinary people of the Jiuli tribe were stronger than ordinary warriors in Zhongzhou. No wonder they were able to compete with Yanhuang for the world.

Li Changsheng looked him up and down, "Are you feeling better?"

Chen Qingzhou pretended to stretch his muscles a few times and said, "Almost done. Your herbs are really powerful."

Li Changsheng smiled and said, "Most of your injuries are superficial, and they are caused by excessive hunger and fatigue. You are so young and your body is strong, so it won't be difficult for you to recover."

Chen Qingzhou recalled the fierce battle with Fei Yi's army and the fight with the red ray. His body was indeed at its limit. After waking up, he felt much better.

"Brother Li, where is this place?"

Li Changsheng did not hide it from him, "This is Kongyou Valley. Our tribe is temporarily staying here."

Chen Qingzhou nodded. "By the way, your herbs are so powerful, how come they can't cure the old patriarch's pansy poison?"

Li Changsheng looked serious. "The flower demon Pansy is one of the 'Eight Demon Lords'. How can it be cured by ordinary herbs?"

Chen Qingzhou asked: "Eight-Direction Demon Lord? Is it... that Fat Demon King?"

Unexpectedly, Li Changsheng shook his head and said, "Fei Yi is indeed difficult to deal with, and the Demon King is also very rare, but the Eight Demon Lords I mentioned are peerless demons that dominate the eight states of the world. For example, the current Demon Lord of the Nanman State is the Nine-tailed Ice Fox, who has been fighting with our Jiuli tribe for many years and has always wanted to annex us and dominate Nanman alone."

Chen Qingzhou nodded, "What about the pansy?"

Li Changsheng explained, "The Seven-Colored Pansy is the demon lord of Hualinzhou in the east. He calls himself the God of Flowers. He is formed by the essence of all flowers in the world. He can control all the flowers and plants in the world. No one knows where he is or what he looks like. We only know that he has great magical powers and is omnipresent. This time, he was invited by the Nine-Tailed Ice Fox to deal with us."

Chen Qingzhou asked again: "I heard that the Jiuli tribe has eighty-one tribes. I wonder how they are doing now? Why don't they unite to fight against the monsters?"

Li Changsheng pointed to the stone table and stone bench in front of him, motioning Chen Qingzhou to sit down, "Although you are an outsider, but this time you helped us hunt the red ray and saved my grandmother, it's okay to tell you about the old days."

When Chen Qingzhou heard that he was going to talk about serious matters, he sat up straight and listened attentively.

Li Changsheng continued, "My Jiuli tribe has been the king of the southern barbarian land since ancient times. It consists of a total of 81 tribes, and the leader of each tribe is a powerful person. Apart from the Zhongzhou human race in the north, the biggest threat is the Thousand Demon Ridge. In the battle with the monsters, about a dozen tribes disappeared one after another."

"The internal strife among the Jiuli tribes has a long history, and there are three stages in history. The first ended with the rise of Chiyou, the ancestor of the Nine Li tribes. He unified the eighty-one tribes and gradually grew in power, eventually competing with Yanhuang."

After saying this, he looked at a ten-meter-tall stone statue in front of the tent and bowed respectfully.

The statue is tall and mighty, holding a broadsword and axe. It is the god of war Chi You.

Li Changsheng continued, "The second time began when the ancestor was defeated. The major tribes gradually became independent and fought each other for territory and resources. It was not until the appearance of Linjiangxian that the Jiuli tribe was unified again."

"Linjiangxian? What is that?" Chen Qingzhou interrupted.

Li Changsheng turned his head and looked at the nine-meter-high stone statue behind the big tent, "That's Linjiangxian."

Chen Qingzhou also looked over and discovered that there was another statue behind the tent, standing opposite the Chi You statue on the other side, but a little shorter.

This is a tall, graceful middle-aged man, dressed like a scholar, with his hair tied up high on his forehead. He is handsome and has a smile on his face, which makes people feel at ease when they see him.

Chen Qingzhou couldn't help but ask: "Who is this Linjiangxian...?"

Li Changsheng replied, "It is said that Linjiangxian is an extraordinary master. More than a hundred years ago, he appeared when the Jiuli tribe was at war. Although he had extraordinary magical powers, he did not fight violence with violence. Instead, he helped the tribes reduce casualties and recuperate, and also brought over a civilization far superior to that of the southern barbarians. Gradually, the tribes submitted to him, and within a few years, the Jiuli tribes returned to a unified situation."

Chen Qingzhou said "Oh", remembering the peerless master mentioned by the Xuanyuan family head, it should be this Linjiangxian, "Why is this master called Linjiangxian, isn't this his real name?"

Li Changsheng shook his head. "According to my grandmother, we only know that his last name is Jiang. No one knows his real name and origin. Because he always stands by the Nucang River, his eyes full of thoughts, and looks north over the river, everyone respectfully calls him Linjiangxian."

Chen Qingzhou was a little surprised. "Since this immortal has such great magical powers, the Jiuli tribe should become more and more powerful!"

Li Changsheng sighed, staring at the statue of Linjiangxian, and murmured: "This is something I have never understood. We are all from the same lineage, so why are we killing each other..."

Seeing that he looked sad, Chen Qingzhou didn't know what to say and could only wait quietly.

After a while, Li Changsheng continued, "Suddenly one day, Linjiangxian disappeared. Just like no one knew where he came from, no one knew where he went. The tribesmen searched all over the Nanman Mountains, but found nothing. They had no choice but to wait. Day after day, year after year, more than ten years passed, and everyone finally accepted the reality and knew that he would not come back, so the tribes erected statues for him to commemorate him."

Chen Qingzhou thought to himself, "This Linjiangxian should be from Zhongzhou, but I wonder which sect he is from."

Li Changsheng continued, "After a few decades of peace, the tribes revealed their expansionist and plundering natures. The third internal strife began, and the flames of war flared up again. The fighting became more and more intense, and the population of the tribes decreased dramatically. Some tribes even disappeared forever."

Chen Qingzhou thought of Qianyu's life experience, but the Diying tribe to which she belonged had been attacked by the Dixiong tribe. Although fighting between tribes was commonplace, his understanding of the matter was limited, so he decided not to ask for the time being.

Li Changsheng said: "That was not the worst time for the Jiuli tribe, because after thousands of years of internal strife, only about twenty tribes disappeared, at least the foundation still existed. But in the past year, the world has changed drastically, and now there are probably less than ten tribes left."