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Clan Chapter 624
On the colossal beast, the people sat in various positions. The men in black stood guard at the four corners, paying no heed to the group in the center. The Night Guards were messengers of the Azure Tower, faithfully carrying out all its orders. As for anything else, they were utterly indifferent.

Jiang Wen and the others sat on the back of the giant beast, while Yan Ming brought out wine and cured meat. The group ate and drank on the spot, as if they were on a trip.

Yanming looked at Jiang Wen, marveling at his agility. Although he knew that Brother Jiang was hiding something, the strength he displayed was truly astonishing.

However, he showed no signs of vitality or energy, and did not appear to be a strong person.

"Brother Jiang, your movement technique just now was truly remarkable."

"That's too kind of you. It's just a natural talent from our bloodline."

Hearing this explanation, everyone immediately understood. Since it was a bloodline talent of the clan, it was naturally mysterious.

Among the various tribes of Baixi, many possess unique bloodline talents. These talents are unrelated to strength; they are simply abilities passed down through the bloodline of a tribe.

Just like the Rock People, they are born with skin as hard as rock. This ability to withstand a certain degree of weaponry is a cornerstone of their strength.

Therefore, no one doubted the matter of bloodline talent anymore.

"I still don't know what your clan is called, Brother Jiang," Xuanjue sighed. "With such a profound talent, Brother Jiang's clan must be considered a major clan among the Baiyi."

Jiang Wen smiled and waved his hand, observing the curious looks on their faces. After some thought, he decided to create a clan. He picked up a wine jar, took a sip, and said, "My clan is not a large one, but merely a small clan that does not wish to contend for worldly dominance. As for what the clan is called, it is simply the Jiang clan of the Shennong clan."

"Shennong?"

"I have never heard of such a clan before."

The group shook their heads upon hearing this. They knew many clans, but nothing about Shennong. However, this wasn't a big deal, as there were many clans among the four major tribes. Occasionally, some unheard-of clans would emerge.

Yanming raised the stone cup and drank the wine in one gulp. He turned the cup upside down and then smiled, "Brother Jiang's clan must be quite extraordinary, being able to name their clan after their surname. Perhaps it is a great clan passed down from ancient times, which is why it is unknown to others."

"Surname precedes clan? Is that how it's interpreted?" Jiang Wen was quite curious upon hearing this, finding Yan Ming's words intriguing. Having been in Baixi for so many days, he had long since figured out the division of the various clans within Baixi.

Many groups came together to form what we now know as tribes. Tribes are further subdivided into smaller groups. Most groups are named after their physical features, such as the Rock People, Snake People, and Dragon People. A smaller number are named after objects, such as the Mountain People and the Green Wood People. And within each group, there are various surnames.

Among the Rock People, there are three major surnames: Rock, Stone, and Mountain, which together form the entire Baixi tribe system.

Now, hearing what Yanming said, it seems that there are clans named after surnames among the Hundred Streams. Jiang Wen is familiar with such clans; they are mostly groups formed by people with the same surname.

"Brother Jiang should know that besides the major clans, there are some very mysterious minor clans in the Divine Capital. They use their surnames as their clan names, and their bloodline talents are mysterious and unpredictable. Even the major clans don't want to provoke them. Therefore, these clans often have little presence in the Divine Capital. They don't participate in the political discussions of the Azure Sky Tower, nor do they join the major forces in the Divine Capital. They simply live peacefully and don't want to be disturbed by anyone."

"Oh? Brother Yan, do you know any clans?" Jiang Wen asked again.

“I have never had any contact with them,” Yanming said, shaking his head.

“Speaking of clans, I do know a few,” Xuan Jue interjected. “There’s one called the Tianqi Clan. I’ve crossed paths with them before. They have a bloodline talent that allows them to control the wind. However, they’ve always valued freedom, so it’s rare to see them in the capital.”

"The Wind-Riding Clan? That's interesting," Jiang Wen commented.

“So, I also know of a clan,” another young man from the mountain tribe said mysteriously to the group. “I came across that clan by chance; they are very secretive. They call themselves the Ji clan and live in seclusion in the deep forests outside the capital. It is said that these people can transform into ferocious beasts, and each of them is incredibly powerful.”

"The Ji clan? Interesting." Jiang Wen's interest was piqued upon hearing about the Ji clan. The ability to transform into ferocious beasts inevitably made him think of something. The Ji clan seemed to be related to Taicang. And the ability to transform into ferocious beasts, coupled with its status as a clan, suggested it might be a branch of the Taicang Jiang clan. Jiang Wen pondered this. He had met descendants of the Ming royal family in the capital; he wondered if he could meet descendants of the Jiang clan here.

Although he knew from the annals of the immortal sects that the Jiang clan of Taicang had long since fallen into demonic ways and perished, he still felt that there might be branches of the Jiang clan outside. After all, it was still the royal surname of ancient times, and it shouldn't have died out so easily.

"The Ji clan, the Ji clan. Brother, do you know where the Ji clan resides now?" Jiang Wenchao asked the young man from the Gaoshan clan politely.

“I went there once a few years ago, and I don’t know if it’s still there now. They usually don’t like outsiders entering their tribe. I was only able to get in because I was lucky enough to save a member of the Ji clan.” The young man from the Gaoshan tribe shook his head helplessly. “If Brother Jiang is interested, I’ll take you to see it when we return from the Cangtian Tower.”

"Then thank you very much, brother," Jiang Wenchao said, bowing to the young man from the Gaoshan tribe.

Seeing the two men's scholarly demeanor, Yan Ming couldn't help but feel a surge of enthusiasm. He patted the Gaoshan youth on the shoulder and said cheerfully, "We're all brothers who've shared life and death, why be so formal? Take my brother Jiang with you, and when you return, I'll forge you a sharp weapon."

"Is this really true?" The young man from the Gaoshan tribe was overjoyed.

“It’s true, of course,” Yanming affirmed.

So everyone benefited and started chatting and laughing.

The behemoth moved forward, seemingly slowly, yet each step was ten feet long, making it faster than an ordinary person could run.

As we made way for the Sky Tower, pedestrians all gave way to us.

Looking at the wide road, hundreds of feet across, Jiang Wen finally understood why the main road of the capital was so broad. It was all because the Baixi tribe rode too many giant beasts.

Before long, they arrived in front of the Dragonkin tribe, where they could see rows of wooden houses stretching to the sky.

Compared to the towering stone houses built by the Rock People, the dwellings of the Dragon People appear delicate and compact. Although they are not short in stature, they have a pursuit of beauty.

The wooden house is somewhat similar to the Song Dynasty style that Jiang Wen knew about, mainly made of green wood and red beams. With dragons and beasts guarding the roof, it is quite magnificent.

However, this beautiful scenery failed to attract many people.

Looking at the Dragon People's encampment, Yan Ming gripped his hammer tightly, Xuan Jue held his longsword firmly in all four hands, and the two Gaoshan tribe youths held their spears, their faces extremely cold.

“These dragon people are always like this, all they know is how to scheme against each other,” Yanming spat. “If we weren’t forbidden from fighting, I would definitely teach these guys a lesson.”

“Brother Yan, calm down. This is the nature of dragon people, you should have known this long ago,” Xuan Jue said with a whistle. “As long as they don’t bother us today, that’s fine.”

"Is that so? I don't think they'll give up." Yanming snorted, his gaze drifting towards the streets and alleys not far away.

In the alley, a tall, golden-scaled dragon was staring at them.

The golden-scaled dragonman's lips curled up, revealing a playful expression.

"Are the Rock People getting involved too? Interesting."

(End of this chapter)