"The land of the Four Kingdoms is regarded as a lower realm by the Two Sects and One Palace. No matter the royal family of the Four Kingdoms, the common people, or the three major aristocratic families like us, they are nothing more than ants in their eyes."
Ji Yuan said calmly, "If we really want to talk about strength, the Qingyun Sect should have been the leader of the two sects and one palace. But now, the two sects divide the world equally, and the Xianle Palace dominates one side. Do you know why?
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Yun Luo wondered: "Is it because there is a master of alchemy in Xianle Palace?"
"Not bad."
Ji Yuan nodded solemnly, "The previous old palace master of Xianle Palace was the only famous alchemy master on the Kyushu continent. At the same time, he was also the master of Fairy Shuiyue."
Fairy Shuiyue is the direct disciple of the current palace lord and the designated heir.
The previous palace master was her master’s master.
"Is he very strong? Can he defeat the two major sects?"
Yunluo frowned.
"No, his strength is average, on par with Chongyun Sect Master."
Ji Yuan shook his head slightly and said in a deep tone, "But the battle that made him famous was that he single-handedly turned a thousand-mile city in the Northern Desert into a poisonous place, killing hundreds of thousands of people!"
"..."
Yun Luo took a breath of air and his pupils trembled.
The poison killed hundreds of thousands of people thousands of miles away!
This can actually be achieved with Yun Luo's method.
But being able to do it and actually doing it have completely different meanings.
She never expected that there would be people who treated human life like ants and poisoned so many people in one breath...
How cruel and ruthless!
Just by Ji Yuan's words, Yun Luo could almost imagine the hell scene in Beimo Kingdom, with poisonous land thousands of miles away and mountains of corpses...
"Since then, the Northern Desert Kingdom has been in a state of decline, falling from the top of the four kingdoms to the bottom. However, the old master of the Xianle Palace became famous in one battle and was revered by all nine states, calling him the Poison Saint!"
Ji Yuan's tone was calm, but mixed with a touch of unspeakable sarcasm.
Yun Luo even sneered: "It's really amazing to be canonized at the cost of hundreds of thousands of lives!"
How can such a ruthless guy, who regards human life as dust, have the shame to call himself a saint?
Even the evil ghosts who seek their lives are not as ruthless as him.
Speaking of this, Yun Luo suddenly remembered and looked at Beichen Han next to him, "I remember, that side of Bei Mo seems to be the territory of Beichen Family..."
The old palace master was so unruly in Beimo Kingdom, could it be that the Beichen family just watched helplessly?
Beichenhan's face was tense and he said nothing.
Nangong Jin, on the other hand, glanced at him and sighed: "In that battle, the old Beichen family head, the old lady, three sons and two daughters, as well as hundreds of members of the collateral family... were all gone. Today's Beichen family is gone.
, there are only two people left in the direct lineage, Bei Chenhan and his eldest brother, and there are not even ten collateral lines left, which is also tragic."
Yun Luo was stunned for a moment.
"But in the Jiuzhou Continent, the strong are respected, and whoever is stronger is justified. Even if Beimo Kingdom suffers heavy casualties and the Beichen family is almost wiped out, who dares to say that Xianle Palace is not good?"
Nangong Jin sneered coldly.
"No, it has only been a dozen years. Except for people from our three great families who still remember this incident, who among the people of the four countries still remembers that tragedy?"
Even members of the family like them, don’t they keep silent on this matter most of the time and avoid talking about it?
Respecting the strong means that the weak are nothing.
Even if he dies miserably, his bones are just a stepping stone for the enemy, which only makes him famous.